Trapped in Fake Status

The New Setatus Hanum

“I received the marriage and marriage of Hanum trihapsari bint the deceased Triadmojo with the dowry paid in cash.“

Sah,,, Sahh....!“

The witnesses called out a sign that they had legitimately become a halal couple. The sultan pinned a wedding ring on Hanum's ring finger that coiled beautifully on his lentic finger as well as Hanum who put the ring on the finger of the man who had now become the priest in his household with his high title as husband.

Hanum kisses the Sultan's back of the hand with reverence, and the Sultan kisses Hanum's forehead without hesitation.

Penghulu also recited a do'a to the bride and groom who had just finished reciting the ijab qabul a few minutes ago before the pengulu went to the wedding elsewhere.

A simple wedding took place at the Great Annur-Azmi mosque in an elite housing complex.

A house that the Sultan deliberately bought one week before marrying Hanum to make her the mother of the baby he would adopt.

The guests are gradually receding now leaving only the Sultan, Hanum and his personal assistant without their respective family escorts. The invited guests were only a few of the complex people and certain employees who came.

Hanum himself received guardianship from the magistrate because of the absence of a father or brother who could be his guardian. While his mother was sick and had to get the treatment he entrusted to his aunt who had double eyes.

“Hanum get in the car!“ Without a sound Hanum nodded obediently following the orders of her husband.

Hanum went inside with his blank look in front. The Sultan started his car engine to his new house just 500 meters from the mosque where he had performed his sacred ceremony before God.

“What do you think?“ sultan glanced at Hanum.

“No.“ Hanum replied quickly.

“I still remember it well.“ Hanum said.

Upon arrival at the large-looking new house, Hanum swings his footsteps as his new setatus which people see as a newlywed couple.

The Sultan brought the suitcase into the room that Hanum was going to occupy. “This is your room. From tomorrow you will sleep with Alee Kendra Zoelva.

Hanum swept his gaze combing the room he was going to occupy with the baby he was going to foster. There is a king size bed, Ac and a baby box next to the bed.

“I'm tired and want to rest at this time too.“ pinta Hanum wants to relax his tired body. And also want to feel the soft mattresses that are usually rich people sleep on.

All this time he had only slept on a thin mat in the rented that he had with his wicked mother and aunt.

“Tomorrow there will be a housekeeper who will help you with your work. One more at 8 am tomorrow you should be ready. Tomorrow you will be doing hormone therapy to be able to breastfeed Alea as her mother.“

“What is it also in the agreement letter that I signed?“ hanum asked starting to rebel.

“Of course! Didn't you read it in detail? You can re-read the letter.“ replied the Sultan and then closed the door to Hanum's room.

The Sultan grabbed his car keys out leaving Hanum alone in his sizable room. Even three times the size of his rented room, Hanum dropped his weight on the bed with his arms outstretched.

“This is how it feels to be a rich person sleeping on a soft mattress, a lot of money, commuting by car not to the rain of heat do not have to ride an angkot on foot.“ Hanum complained that he had been feeling.

Slowly Hanum fell asleep after a few minutes of her mind withering. Imagine her bitter life story with her mother.