Trapped in Fake Status

Love and the Wounds Together

The night is getting late Sultan has not yet reached home, the gate is still closed tightly since this afternoon. The food had already been heated twice Hanum glanced at the wall clock in his room.

Every now and then she opened the window curtain of her room to see who knew her husband's car was entering the courtyard. But the wait is still not showing any signs of him going home, his phone is still loyal on the nightstand without any notification entered.

“Actually where did he go this late?“ hanum asked in his heart fretting.

“Hanum you haven't slept, son?“ tanya Farida turned the wheelchair over to her daughter.

“you must be worried, waiting for your husband to come home.“ he said giving a thin smile to Hanum. Hanum looked back at his mother with a riled face.

“It is not usual for the Sultan to come home this late, Mom. I was worried if something happened to him.“ said Hanum stepped in front of his mother then walked back to look at the window.

“You're like this because you love your husband, baby!“ Hanum stopped the movement of his legs that were pacing back and forth like an electric iron.

Of love? Is it true what Mom said? I love a cuckoo guy like him? But why am I so restless thinking of her?

“Hanum!’’ reprimand Farida broke the silence.

“Mother,“ replied Hanum awkwardly.

“Love can change someone, who used to be uncaring to be more attentive. Love can also deprive you of a good night's sleep as it is today. If you are next to the person you love this heart does not stop pounding. And she can also make people in love look stupid, but__“ Farida pauses her speech.

“But what, Bu?“ hanum asked impatiently, demanding his mother's answer.

“But love can also make the heart hurt, disappointed, angry and crying.“ Farida replied carefully, with her voice weakened. Remembering her sister Mirna also loved her husband long before Tria married her. He decided not to marry forever and chose to be a virgin.

“Why, Mom? Explain to Hanum!“ sue Hanum as if asking for his mother's answer. But suddenly the loud knocking of the door from the front door. Disperse the two and have to delay their chatter, walking open that double door.

“Mas Sultan!“ pekik Hanum saw her husband's condition in a drunken state.

“Not to be surprised! Mending you ready to change clothes for Sultan.“ order Zeevania memapah weak body Sultan into.

“Hanum who is that woman? Why should he bring your husband?“ tanya Farida followed Hanum's steps into the room. Hanum walked in with his hurried steps towards the wardrobe.

“Hanum does not know mother, but it seems that the woman is very familiar with mas Sultan more than I know.“ Hanum replied as is.

“You are his wife, You are more entitled to your husband, Hanum.Your husband is your duty, not that foreign woman. If you let that happen, it's the same as letting a thorn stick in your household.“ Hanum who still does not know much, about how to run the household that should be. Can only hear the advice of his mother who considered a new lesson in the household that must be lived.

“I will do for the sake of the integrity of my household, Mother.“ Farida nodded giving a spirited smile to Hanum. To do what Hanum was supposed to do to her husband.

“One time take clothes only!“ snapped Zeevania glanced at Hanum.

“Leave my husband and leave!“ said Hanum to tell him to leave. “Are you not ashamed of what you did. You to me are just a stranger into our lives. And here you have no right, do I need to explain to you again? You're just a stranger here. Go!“ drive out Hanum once more. Zeevania pulled up her lips with a mocking smile.

“You're just a contract wife. After your contract expires, you're nothing more than a piece of trash that needs to be dumped where you belong. You only work as the milk mother of my late sister's son Zeevara.“ the woman said with a mocking smile. Spelling her brother's name, the girl her parents adopted as their daughter.

This time Zeevania relented, he came out of the room where the Sultan had fallen asleep due to drinking too much. At the close of the room door, Hanum immediately changed her husband's work clothes in pajamas.

After successfully removing his dirty clothes, and replace them with a more relaxed one. Hanum stared at every inch of her husband's handsome face. At his ripe age, the Javanese-Arab-faced man grew charismatic in his eyes.

The touch of her husband's cheeks in the plants of fine hairs around his jaw. His thick eyebrows, sharp nose and sensual lips, every time he clenched his wife's tiny lips with all the thrills in every game.

“What is true that mom said? I love you?“ ask Hanum. It was as if he was asking the Sultan in a conscious state.

“But I'm afraid that even love can hurt me. Like what mom said.“ Hanum recalled Zeevania saying she was only a contract wife.

You're just a contract wife. After your contract expires, you're nothing more than a piece of trash that needs to be dumped where you belong. You only work as the milk mother of my late brother's son Zeevara.

“What if what the woman said was true. He'll divorce me after my contract is done. And what if mom finds out, if I just got married because of a contract? Mother must be shocked that Kendra is not my son, but I am only a milk mother who was paid for the agreement for three years.“ Hanum said. Unknowingly his tears just fell on the Sultan's cheek. To create a small movement of his body because it was wet on his cheek.

“Fara!“ his son unconsciously. The Sultan called out the name of his deceased former fiancee.

“Fara? so until now in your heart there is only the name of her mother Kendra?“ His heart was as if it was painful as if a sharp thorn had struck him.

“Mother!“ call Hanum in his prank

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