The Hidden Love

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The sun began to come out of his contest, revealing a beautiful orange light on the eastern horizon. Remnants of dew dripping on the leaves, birds chirping also adds to the lively symphony in the morning.

Unlike usual, this morning Hanum was reluctant to get out of bed. The clock on the wall was already showing at half-six in the morning and Hanum was still wrapped around his blanket.

Checklots.

The Sultan looked fresher after cleaning himself, just a towel wrapped around his waist to the knee that he used to cover his body. While a small towel attached to his neck he used to dry his hair that was still half wet.

"Honey, the tumben is still not awake. Are you sick?" The Sultan sat on the lip of the bed, using his right hand he flicked the child with hair covering his wife's face.

"Daeum ...." Hanum squirmed his body. "You awake?" tanyanya rubbing eyes.

"Obviously, the time has been handsome and fragrant like this is thought not to have taken a bath."

Hanum was still trying to gather the remnants of his consciousness after previously being in dreamland for quite a long time. Several times she blinked her eyes, obviously, her husband was still bare chest.

"Well, wait a minute, let me get you your clothes."

Hanum flicked his blanket to the dressing room.

"No need, I can take clothes and all my own needs. Sleep again if you are still sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy anymore now, six hours of sleep is enough. It's just, I don't know ... I felt lazy to wake up this morning" Hanum said.

"Maybe because yesterday you were too tired" he said, wiping the top of Hanum's head. 

After the infuriating drama made by the Sultan yesterday, the night the man immediately apologized to Hanum. Realizing fully that the location of the mistake was actually on him, although it must be full of struggle to get forgiveness from his wife. 

Indeed, which wife will easily apologize after all her husband's behavior is so emotionally provoking.

"But the plan is later in the afternoon I want to visit Ajeng's house, I have not played with Bening for a long time" said Hanum.

"Go, let me tell Mr. Dadang to drive you. Invite also mbak Indah or Mbak Lastri to accompany you."

"A company for what? In Ajeng house later there will also be many people because me and my friends have made an appointment."

"Yes, but still invite one of them to take care of you. Or would you like to be accompanied by Mbok Darmi?" tawar Sultan's.

"Ish, don't want to! What kind of a kid am I?"

"You're pregnant."

"I'm just pregnant, not sick. I can do anything by myself, after all the time only to the house Ajeng must be accompanied?"

The Sultan let out a long sigh, puzzled as to what if his wife had said so. To answer it also feels afraid of being wrong.

"So, aren't you given this permission?" Hanum looked at her husband's face closely.

The girl cheered in her heart, she knew very well if the Sultan had put on a face like that sign that the man was being overwhelmed by confusion, and it was certain the answer. 

"Where can I refuse your wishes" sultan said.

"I guessed it, you'll never be able to win from me!" cetus Hanum's.

"Don't be proud! maybe I always lose everything to you but don't forget one thing."

"What?"

"I am the winner of your heart." 

The sultan chuckled leaving his wife blushing in shame, heading for the dressing room to get ready to leave for the office.

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"So morning your mom called Grandpa" Burhan told his granddaughter.

They just finished breakfast.

"Geez, I haven't given him much news in a long time" the Sultan said.

"Where do you have time for that!" burhan Sentak.

"Grandfather knows for himself since yesterday there are problems that come. My work in the office just piled up," he lamented.

"That's why."

"What did my mom say?" sultan asked curiously.

"Your mom misses her daughter-in-law." Burhan laughed at the end of his speech.

"Fortunately my wife, my mother loves her daughter-in-law even more than her own son" the Sultan said.

"Your mom also said she said she'd come here next week."

"Good, more people watching over Hanum would be better."

Hanum flicked her lips to hear her husband say so.

"Well, go to the office or you'll be late!" burhan's Word.

"Of course, shouldn't I be responsible for supporting the woman I've married?" Sultan joking.

"Yes, it's there!" Burhan shook his hand.

Hanum got up from her seat and took her husband's briefcase.

"Remember my message!"

Hanum again put on a sour face, this is for the umpteenth time her husband repeated the same words. 

She only wanted to pay a visit to her friend's house but her husband was overreacting as if he was about to go to war alone.

"Don't forget to ...,"

"Always send you a message." Hanum cut off the words of her husband, she memorized the words that the next Sultan would say.

"Sweet child." 

The Sultan rubbed Hanum's long hair that reached his shoulders, slipped a light peck on the girl's forehead then got into the car as soon as Hanum finished kissing the back of his hand.

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As Hanum had told her husband this morning, as soon as the clock struck nine, she said goodbye to him.  

Now Hanum is on his way to Ajeng's house. He and Disha had promised to gather together at his friend's house. Metha who is usually always present at every small reunion, can not come this time because it is following her husband's service outside the city. While Ginar, he was the same, was out of town, there was a client wedding that was taking place in Bandung.

After a long journey, they arrived in the courtyard of Ajeng house. Mr. Dadang immediately opened the door for his employer, he saw Hanum was impatient to meet his friends.

"Pak Dadang just go home first, I'll be here a long time. I'll call again if I want to go home" Hanum said to his personal driver.

"Good, Non."

Hanum rushed inside as soon as the car driven by Mr. Dadang began to move out of Ajeng's yard.

And once the door opened, the room was filled with the cries of Ajeng and Disha who had already arrived there.

"When was the last time we got together? Huh, I forgot."

"It's been a long time, Num. Since the day you were kidnapped by the demon woman" continued Disha.

Hanum sat on a long sofa separated by a glass table that stretched out in the middle.

"Okay, he's been getting active inside." Disha stroking her stomach. "I heard that both of your babies are male?"

"Hm." Hanum nodded.

"You must sometimes feel pain if your baby kicks huh? I'm the only one with a baby girl, sometimes I feel a lot of pain let alone you."

"Yes, the first time I felt them kicking my stomach was also me breaking the bowl," Hanum added.

Laughter filled the room.

The gestational age between Hanum and Disha is only about two weeks away. The stomachs of the two women were both bloated but it was Hanum's stomach that looked bigger considering she was carrying twins.

The three women began to tell a long story about their respective home lives.

You can imagine how much Ajeng house will be if the woman and her friends gather. The three still continued to mingle while occasionally being cheered on by jokes that seemed endless.

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"Did you stay up last night again?" ask Raka to his friend and superior. 

Since coming out of the meeting room he continued to see the Sultan who had continued to massage his temple.

"Not really," replied the Sultan indifferently.

"Since I've noticed you've kept your forehead on, I think you're overtime private with your wife." Raka chuckles.

"What do you think I'm so scared of that is it that I fuck my wife every night?" sultan Cebik. "My head is dizzy from continuing to look at the company's chart ... Why can it be so complicated? holy jeez!" The Sultan loosened the tie that was coiled around his neck.

"Don't ask me about that, you do think who's the main suspect who made the company chart that way, huh?" raka Exclamation.

"Really, my head almost exploded." Sultan is putting on his hair rough. "Most people think the job of being a company leader is easy, even though it is not true at all. They could even end up in a mental hospital if they did not have a strong belief in him. I was just scared, thinking of the mountainous work that seemed endless. Afraid my head is bald when I am young, just want to have children, too" said Sultan.

"Enjoy it, this has been your life choice since the beginning right, become an entrepreneur. This is all also thanks to your hard work so that this company is advancing and growing rapidly now so enjoy the results of your hard work so far," said Raka.

"How can I enjoy it while I spend my time taking care of the office work that seems endless? I even still have to work from home after coming home from work." The sultan continued to grumble.

"What do you think I can relax after coming home from work? We are not much different, a loss if you think of having a beautiful wife but instead of making out with the wife, even making out with a pile of bad paper*n and also a laptop." Raka was no less upset than her friend. "It looks like we have to go to the spa as often as that time."

"Your father is good too."

"Of course, so don't just the wives who usually spend money. Time to spend money and pamper yourself must also be on our agenda, husbands," said Raka. "Eh, by the way what about Adam? I didn't know after that night he was drunk?" 

"He just needs a break. You know for yourself what kind of nature, she always thinks we're like her sisters. He will stay up all night just to think of a solution if one of us is in trouble, even though he is the type of person who is easily stressed," said Sultan.

"Yes, that's what makes me feel good about being with him. The soul of protecting and fatherhood in the man makes anyone amazed" Raka said.

Raka paused for a moment his chatter, seeing the Sultan's phone vibrate. He looked at the Sultan's face as if asking 'who called'.

"Number unknown." The sultan took a slow turn. "Who are you?"

"Where do I know." Raka rubbed her shoulders. 

"Shall I lift up or shall I let it?" again, the Sultan asked.

"Leave it first, if it is something important, he will definitely call you again" said Raka expressed his opinion.

The Sultan nodded, he again placed his rectangular flat object on the table. Soon his phone stopped vibrating, signaling his call had ended but a second later, the advanced object shook for a second time.

"Let's just! maybe there is something important to be said by the caller," said Raka who had seen doubt in the eyes of his best friend.

"I'm afraid events like this have happened many times before and bad news will follow after him" said the Sultan.

"It would be even scarier if you didn't pick up the phone right away, what if something happened and ...,"

"Enough! Why are you scaring me, huh?" sentak Sultan's.

"So then hurry up and pick up the phone!"

Sultan actually hesitated, in his little heart he was not at all interested in picking up the phone especially the call came from a number that he did not know.

"Hallo!" swipe, lazy.

A second later the Sultan's face turned serious. He kept silent listening to the chattering of someone across there.

"What's wrong?" ask Raka, impatient.

The sultan raised his hand, holding Raka back from speaking for a while until he finished listening to an explanation from someone who was currently talking to him over the phone.

Raka was very upset, in his face attached to the face of the Sultan whose face was constantly changing. Sometimes seriously, the mandadak turns pale and as fast as lightning will turn into panic. There was nothing he could do but wait until the Sultan was done with his phone.

Raka turned her head when she heard the sound of shoes clashing against the floor, her voice sounding like someone was running towards their room. 

And sure enough, Raka was about to walk towards the door to check the situation outside until suddenly ....

Brak! 

Raka's hand had not reached the door handle suddenly someone had ambushed in. 

Along with the phone call that had ended, the Sultan turned his head, seeing what had caused a commotion in his room.

"Our whole life Dam, we were just telling you about you and like magic, you came straight to us as fast as lightning." Raka let her friend in.

Slightly moved Adam inside, his eyes fixed on the Sultan who was still sitting glued to his place.

There were many things that seemed to be trying to be said by each of them through the look in his eyes.

"Tan,"

"Back,"

The two mentioned each other's names at the same time.

"You guys are very compact, until you just say the name together like that," said Raka.

Silent.

Raka was stunned, she almost forgot one thing. About the incoming call from the unknown number earlier.

"Oh yeah, who was that call from?" asked Raka curiously.

The Sultan still did not take his eyes off Adam's face, and instead of answering the question posed by Raka, he instead asked Adam who was currently standing in front of his desk with a pias face.

"What's your purpose here for ...,"

"Mauryn," Adam snatched as fast as lightning.

"Mauryn?" Raka who was originally sitting relaxed on the sofa immediately got up and approached the point where two men were still looking at each other. "What else is with him?" 

Raka looked at the two friends in turn, they still did not give an answer to her curiosity.

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