Trapped in Fake Status

The Sultan's

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"Fuck that car! Goddamn bum!" The typhoon tried to stand pulling its fallen motorbike mired on the shoulder of the road.

"God! Ckk...."

Sultan hit his steering machine pissed. "Why hit people, eh?" sultan grumbled before descending to see the condition of the man. His chaotic mind recalled the vidio that he had a hard time believing, his heart saying if something went wrong on the vidio that Zeevania sent for him.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you" the Sultan said.

"Haa, don't have eyes....?" snapped Typhoon. They pointed at each other in shock calling out their names. After remembering the beginning of their meeting at the club that night.

"Surgery!" call Sultan.

"Sultan! So you hit me!" the Typhoon did not expect.

"Sorry, Bro! Yeah yeah!" he exclaimed.

"Where if we have a relaxing coffee, I know the most fun nongki coffee place here." invite Typhoon offers with slang. The Sultan smiled in response to the Typhoon's call.

"I'm sorry, maybe next time. Because there are still some work problems that I have to take care of." refused Sultan without any intention of rejecting his good intentions.

"OK, it doesn't matter business man rich loe. It's always busy with the office business, next to another if we talk again." said Typhoon while riding his iron horse, turning his motorcycle keys and leaving the scene.

While the Sultan prefers to take care of his work, because he thinks completing company affairs is more important than anything else. Moreover, it concerns who he used to live and succeed as he has achieved with his adoptive father Damanik.

"Good day, Mr Sultan!" employees of various staff.

"Put," replied the Sultan flatly.

"What's wrong with our boss? Is the company's problem getting bigger? If that's true then this company is in danger of bankruptcy, and we are all prepared to get phk." said one employee at the interlocutor.

"I think your guess is wrong. Because Mr. Sultan does not only have one or two subsidiaries in Jakarta. But there are other large companies, which cooperate with foreign companies in the Swiss cosmetic industry. One of the most popular is perfume. Only the Sultan corporation dares to compete in the international market. By using the services of the most expensive model from Paris as a model of his prodaknya."

"Mkk....! It turns out that Mr. Sultan is not an arbitrary person." he decaknya full of admiration.

Sultan opened the door of his room and began to dwell on his laptop screen, to check the running of the company as long as he was not in the office. Seeing his superior's room light on, the assistant stepped on the door, and entered after getting an answer from within.

"Master! You here?" ask very assistant a little confused.

"Yes. Is there anything you want to say?" ask the Sultan who remains focused on his flat screen.

"Eh, didn't you just want to rest at home. But I saw Mr.'s room light up so I went in just to make sure that inside was Mr. himself." said the assistant to his superior.

" All you can get into this room is just me and you. If anyone else enters this room, who will be responsible for this negligence?" sultan asked enough to make the assistant surprised as well as scared.

"You mean, there's a stranger in this room? But how? Even we have a safety system in the lock of this room specifically." he asked in wonder and thought who had that extraordinary ability.

"And only the sly can do it" replied the Sultan.

"Zeevania?'' accuse the assistant.

"Maybe. Because only people like Budget have ambitions outside the boundaries that want to master international business."

"In that way we can break into his company. And find out who's behind our corporate data theft."

"It's a good idea but it's very risky, and the impact is your family Mr." he reminded.

"To achieve a goal we have to make big decisions. Although we have to sacrifice the most important part of our lives, but this is all to save the company that has been passed down legally. And I I have the burden of the responsibility of maintaining Mr. Damanik's will." he said thinking hard for the sake of the company he had inherited.

"You're right, sir. In order to achieve the goal there is something we have to sacrifice. I hope your struggle will not be in vain" the assistant said expectantly.

On the other hand Hanum had no idea of his current feelings. Very messed up and did not know what to do, while her husband felt that he had deceived her. Hanum stared fretfully at Kendra's 9-month-old little face, she was getting smarter and actively chattering with her brush voice. A carefree laugh stared at her mother, who had been her surrogate mother since the Sultan married her.

The body of Kendra, and kissed the cheek of the kingpin of her son. Kendra laughed even more as she kicked Hanum in the stomach, as if knowing that she would soon have a younger sister.

"You laughed happily by kicking your belly, baby. Do you know if you're gonna have a little sister?" asked Hanum crying should be kendra's behavior discard funny also smart.

"Mama doesn't know to be happy or sad, baby. Because your father has accused you of doing something inappropriate. Mama couldn't have done the lie." Hanum sighed wiping her tears. Suddenly, Kendra's face turned sad and cried for a moment.

"Dendra dear, cup boy don't cry." Hanum calmed his son not to cry, but his cries grew louder and became. Hanum unbuttoned his negligee and suckled Kendra as usual. It wasn't to make her quiet that Hanum was afraid of Kendra crying hysterically.

Hanum stressed her husband's mobile number and asked him to come home immediately.

~ Come home soon, Kendra is hysterical.

pinta Hanum to Sultan across the phone.

~ You are what kind of mother calms my son, you can't.

~ I don't know either. Why did Kendra become like this?

The sultan cut off the phone unilaterally, got out of his room in a hurry. Upon arrival at the house of Mr. Amir immediately opened the door wide iron fence. The Sultan parked his car next to a Zeevania car that had been parked there.

"What about Kendra?" sultan asked in panic.

"You're home yet? My niece Kendra is okay your wife is not good at taking care of it. Look at her calmed down after drinking milk from my hand. You should have sent him out of this house, Sultan. What evidence is not enough to make you believe who Hanum really is" said Zeevania influenced the Sultan's mind.

"You don't have to bother looking for the bad. I still need her to keep working here until I marry you. You didn't make Farida's mom get out of here, either?"

"Ak__I?" surprise Zeevania.

"That's it!" sanggah Sultan went to find Hanum.

The Sultan opened the door to Hanum's room, which had just completed the ritual bath, after painstakingly calming Kendra until her body was tired and sweaty.

"A__I tried to calm Kendra ta__but__" Hanum paused, as the man in front of her pulled her into his arms.

"Are you no longer angry with me?" hanum asked her husband's face had been so very close in front of her face.

"I will be more angry after knowing whose seeds are in your womb." whispered the Sultan right in his ear to make Hanum's body bristle, when the Sultan's lips touched his earlobe.

"K__You were the first man to touch me. And you must have remembered it well after you did it to me for the first time." The Sultan simply smiled gently stroking Hanum's cheeks with his lips. And the movement of his hands explored further behind his wife's kimono towel and pulled the knot and opened the protective cloth of his body.

Again and again the Sultan stutters his wife's makeup, yawning already a sense of anger and hate that is somehow lost where. Every time he saw his wife who was able to awaken his male side. As much as Zeevania damaged the Sultan's mind, and tried to make a gap between them, the Sultan was still unable to control himself. Every time he saw his wife with all her charms even his feelings of love seemed irreplaceable by any woman.