Trapped in Fake Status
Hanum's First Experience as a Wife
Hanum and Sultan arrive home at nine p.m. Before going to bed with Kendra, they cleaned themselves and changed their clothes with a more relaxed one.
The Sultan dragged the suitcase from his room to take it to Hanum's room. He pulled the doorknob of his wife's room and dragged his suitcase inside.
”Copper? For what?” hanum asked confusedly.
”Tonight I will sleep here with you. And from today we will share the bed in the same blanket. Do you mind Hanum?” The girl was silent for a moment then smiled thinly shaking her head lightly.
”This room will be our room with Kendra,” said Hanum grabbed her husband's suitcase, and pulled out the contents of the Sultan's clothes and arranged them into his closet.
After finishing some Hanum walked to crawl on the bed to sleep immediately. Likewise, the Sultan did the same because fatigue and drowsiness began to attack.
”You're sleepy?” sultan looked at his wife. Hanum shook his head awkwardly without daring to stare at his net.
”I had time to read articles on social media. How to start a household for women who do not understand. And what are the roles as a wife, especially like me, who does not know many things.” Hanum told her husband who was still embarrassed to look at his face.
”Oh, yes! What are you reading? I want to hear it directly from you.” asked Sultan. Without missing his gaze in the slightest on the beautiful face of his wife that was clearly visible in his eyes.
”A wife must obey her husband.” Hanum replied a little nervously, giving her first answer. The Sultan listened to Hanum's reply seriously and looked forward to the next answer.
”Then?” ask her husband again.
”Wife follows the husband's residence, and goes out of the house with the permission of husband__” Hanum slightly pauses his speech. Because of the memory of her mistake that went away from home without saying goodbye to her husband.
”Is that all you read, Hanum?” The sultan intentionally made
his wife was embarrassed by the answer he expected next.
”The wife must serve the rights of the husband and maintain her honor when the husband is not there.” said Hanum with his face that shamed.
”Then do you want to do it for me?” sultan asked him to know what Hanum's answer was to him. Hanum looked up at her husband's face with a meaningful look and then nodded in embarrassment. The Sultan leaned his head on his wife's forehead long enough.
”I've understood and I won't reject it. All I know is that rejection would be a sin.” without the Sultan's father-bi-bu ***** his wife's lips soft. Hanum's reflexes poked her hands around her husband's neck as the pagutan turned rougher.
Hanum closed his eyes, enjoying his role as a real wife. The sultan was increasingly aggressively conquering his prayer field, and doing whatever he liked to get what he wanted. The two sweat more in a thick blanket. Even though the cold room is air-conditioned, it does not affect their heat activity.
At the right time they both get a speech. In an atmosphere that they deliberately created to build a real household. It starts from Hanum's own heart's desire to learn to be a good wife and mother to the son her husband adopted.
There are still many that Hanum does not know why the Sultan adopted Kendra? What was her mother's name and what was her relationship with her husband, so she had to work hard to raise him to be her son.
For Hanum it was his first experience being a wife. As well as being a mother even though she has never experienced being pregnant. But she was able to become a milk mother at a relatively young age.
”Sorry it made you sick. The pain will go away on its own once you get used to it. Now sleep tomorrow we will look at the mother in the hospital.” nod Hanum received a kiss good night from her husband. Then he pulled out the blanket.
Hanum fell asleep in his dream, after a few minutes it was difficult to close his eyes. Getting something she had never felt before and being able to make her scream withstood the pain.
It was fortunate that baby Kendra slept well after Hanum gave the medicine that the doctor gave her while taking her to the hospital.
Another case with the Sultan who can not sleep for a moment. Spending half of his remaining cigarettes sitting on the front porch does not want to make Kendra cough and tight due to cigarette smoke. And return to the room after gargling to remove the rest of the smell of tobacco.
The Sultan closed the room and walked over to the bed where Hanum was still asleep. The rubbing of his wife's cheeks gently put away the hair child that was blocking her pretty face. He had not yet kissed his wife's soft lips. The vibrating sound of his cell phone thwarted his wishes, and glanced at the flat objects of a million devotees to see who contacted him in the middle of the night.
”Zeeva? What's midnight like this for when he called me?” fatigue and drowsiness make him lazy to answer the call of his late wife-to-be sister. The Sultan let his phone shake and put it in a drawer, then laid his body to sleep hugging his wife.
”I'm sure you haven't slept Sultan. But you deliberately did not pick up my phone.” said Zeevania annoyed to throw his hape rough. Crossing his hands in front of his chest out to grab his jacket and car keys.
”Non Zeeva where are you going? it's midnight, Non. Later the same father angry mother.” said Ati prevented the steps of her young lady.
”Same as mommy and daddy. Zeeva stayed at Aleesya's house in order.” replied Zeevania lightly turn on the car engine and passed.
”Non! Wait Non! Non Zeeva when can he recede? It's very interesting to make parents angry.” complained Ati think of the right reason for what to say to his two employers.
”I have to meet Typhoon to make sure if he does not involve me at all on zeevara.” problem, said Zeevania confirmed. At a pretty famous nightclub in North Jakarta, Zeevania came to see a friend during his high school.
”Hai, beautiful can dong we date tonight!” seduced by the striped-nose men pulled Zeevania's chin towards the bar table.
”Do not be rude to you! Move!” his sarcophagus elbowed the chest of the man who approached him.
”Beautiful-beautiful really fierce!” grumbled the two men with his disappointed face.
Zeevania walked with a sullen face toward Typhoon who was playing his DJ music. Wiggling his head and fingers according to his stylistic expression.
”Topan!” get Zeevania. But the so-called one is still coolly swaying with the large-size handset on its head.
”TOPAN!” call the girl again in a higher tone.
Typhoon glanced at Zeevania in shock. ”Zeeva! Loe?!” pekik Typhoon released the headset in his ear.
”Iya. It's me!” answer Zeevania ketus.
”Ngapain loose back to Jakarta? Find dead loe!” ask the Typhoon with a worried attitude.
”That's why I'm here for mastiin. You didn't involve me in Fara's problem one year ago right?” asked Zeevania, worried between fear and panic that became one.
”Previous you want us both to go to jail?”
”Sttt...! Can you please not say it anyway? Danger, Typhoon if there's something about us!” zeevania reminded me.
”Iya. I also know!“ answer Typhoon.
”On the baby that Fara gave birth to. Do you also know, Pan?” ask again.
”Why?” The cyclone asked.
”It's crazy to loe, Pan. Is not moved by you to find your own meat loe blood?”
Typhoon smiled cynically. ”Gue have kids? Ngurus son? My future is still long, Zee. There is still a lot I have to achieve, besides I am just obsessed with Fara.” replied Typhoon honestly.
Okay, so I can benefit the baby Fara that Sultan adopted to destroy his household. Good Zeeva! Loe emang pantes for dapetin Sultan.
Zeevania murmured to herself. Then get out of the chair and leave the club.
”Ok! I thank you for the info!” pamit Zeevania leaves Typhoon alone at club table.
”Pasti loe has other plans, Va. I'm sure it's.” said Typhoon staring at the back of the girl who was moving further away.
