Trapped in Fake Status

Second Wife

“Hanum... Hanum...!“ call the Sultan to blink both eyes. His head was still heavy and dizzy, he tried to remember the previous night.

“I'm home? Last time I came out of the office went to a club and had a drink with a guy named Typhoon.“ he recalls.

Flashback on, by,

“Sorry Sir! There are guests for mr.“, said Susan, her private secretary.

“Who? Do I have a meeting schedule with clients?“ sultan asked his secretary.

“No, Sir. But Mr. Anggara.“ replied Susan.

“What's he coming to see me for?“ lirih Sultan on her. Susan immediately withdrew from her superior's room.

“Excuse me, Sir.“ says Susan.

“Pak Anggara!“ reprimand the Sultan to the middle-aged man. Anggara flipped his body until they met each other.

“Sultan! How are you doing? Glad to see you again.“ said Anggara reached out to the Sultan.

“Good. As you can see.“ replied the Sultan in his distinctive manner of speech.

“You must be wondering why I came to your office again after a year has passed. I want to invite you to dinner at home, there's something important I want to say. My wife would love to see her granddaughter.“ Anggara said normally.

“Only your wife?’’ sultan asked quite well.

“Iy__ya. I am his grandfather. After all, I was Fara's parents, just foster parents. For that we invite you to dinner to straighten out misunderstandings that occur.’’ Anggara said without feeling embarrassed. Or even to bow to the Sultan, who was willing to consider the son of Fara as his son even though it was not his flesh and blood.

“After a long time you have just questioned it?“ asked the Sultan with a look of his face that was already careless.

“Come, Sultan! We re-establish this family relationship for the sake of my granddaughter. And I hear your efforts are in trouble, we can talk about this in private. Come tomorrow!“

The Sultan thought for a moment. “I will come myself tomorrow.“ said Sultan gave an answer. Anggara also came out of the room after resigning.

“What kind of parents are they?“ sultan thought judging. Then he grabbed his car keys and left the office building. The car drove without knowing where the destination was until the Sultan finally found a night club with a fairly luxurious building.

He ordered a drink at the bar service, and Typhoon saw a man in a tie in a light blue suit who happened to be at the table next to him.

“By join?“ tanya Typhoon took a sitting position in front of the Sultan.

“Please!“ replied Sultan flat. They met each other, and the waiter came to bring their drinks and drank together. Until they are both drunk exchanging stories and raving unconsciously.

“Yes, I'm married and have a child. But__ I got married to find a milk mother for my son because his mother was dead.“ Sultan said at the end of his sip.

“What a pity you sir, Bachtiar! Married for a child. You must have married her, because there is no love.“ The typhoon continues to stir.

“I've even had a child without marrying that woman. Because I'm just obsessed with having her, she's beautiful and sexy.“ said Typhoon laughing without sin.

“That means you're a male bastard!“ sultan pushes Typhoon's shoulders in a drunken condition. The Sultan tried to rise but,

BRUGH...!!

Flashback, Off

“My head is dizzy once. Hanum!“ the Sultan shouted even louder. Hearing her name called Hanum handed Kendra to her mother.

“Mother, Mas Sultan. Please take care of Kendra!“ Hanum immediately went to her husband's room.

“You're up?“ ask Hanum.

“Help me to the bathroom! My head is dizzy.“ the door.

“You were drunk all night, of course your head was dizzy. You go home with Zeevania.“ said Hanum ketus, handing her husband a clean towel.

“You're jealous?“ sultan asked curiously.

“I! Of jealousy? No. gabe. I'm not jealous.“ Hanum replied lying.

“OK, so I can marry her. Making him my second wife.“ next origin with the aim of teasing Hanum. He wanted to know how Hanum really felt.

“What! Nah! I don't want Kendra to have another mother. I am his mother.“ refused Hanum does not want to share a husband with another woman.

“You are jealous, Hanum.“ whispered the Sultan right in the ear of the girl. And make his blood rustle.

“Quick shower!“ hanum pushed her husband's chest. Immediately rising from before the Sultan, the man first grabbed Hanum's finger.

“Me take a shower! My head is dizzy I need a reflection. You can massage my head.“ The command pulls his wife's hand into the bathroom.

There they repeat again after last night they both have husband and wife relationships. This time he wanted to give a different sensation to the style he wanted.

Under the gurgling water shower they did not feel the cold water in his body at all. In fact they are increasingly enjoying their role, as halal pairs are bound in a sacred relationship.