Trapped in Fake Status

Seportionment of Chicken Porridge

"Excuse me, Sir! Your personal assistant is in the waiting room." said security. The Sultan gave the code through his eyes to the clerk in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Karim." replied the Sultan, the security nodded politely to continue his work. The Sultan met the assistant who had been waiting for him in the room.

"Is there something you want to say?" sultan took a sitting position.

"There's other information I've been able to get about the late Zeefara, sir."

"What information?" sultan asked enthusiastically.

"It turns out Miss Zeefara is the biological daughter of Mother Mayang.' replied very assistant.

"What?!" The Sultan was shocked to hear the information he heard directly from his personal assistant.

"Really, Sir. Zeevania is not the daughter of Ms. Mayang and Mr. Anggara" she explained, handing over some files hidden from her suit.

"If Zeefara is the biological daughter of the Anggara family. Then who are Zeevania's parents?" ask Sultan.

"Really, Sir. And one more of these is the vidio footage that Zeevania sent to your phone. If there is a recording that is deliberately cut and edited as if Bu Hanum is not a good woman. So it's clear that the man doesn't have a special relationship with your wife, sir." Harits said.

"Thank you, Harith." said the Sultan.

"Together, Sir. Excuse me!" pamit Harits to his boss.

"I'm the one who's coming to see the orphanage owner tomorrow. I wonder why Zeefara could live in an orphanage? While Zeevania is not his daughter." the Sultan murmured to him. Several times the Sultan read the sheet of paper, which Harith gave through his confidant. There are a lot of questions in his head that are still unanswered.

Who are Zeevania's parents, and why is Zeefara in an orphanage? And who is the man who has acted criminally against Zeefara? She became pregnant and died while fighting to save her baby.

"You just got home?" ask Hanum rau.

"Sleep it's night!" her word.

"But it feels like my stomach is hungry. I would love to eat chicken porridge." said Hanum palpating his stomach while imagining how delicious it would be to eat a bowl of hot chicken porridge.

"By the middle of the night like this where there are traders still operating." the rebuttal while reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

"But I want to" he said again, pursing his lips that looked adorable in the eyes of the Sultan.

"To order online." Hanum's eyes sparkled instantly leaning his head on the Sultan's shoulder. There was a comfort he had never felt before. A sudden feeling of not wanting to be away from her husband.

What's wrong with me? Why did this feeling just appear? I always wanted to be near him. Oh God, is this because there is a little one growing in my womb. But why would she hesitate to admit it, if the seed growing in my womb was hers.

"We wait 25 minutes and a courier will come with your order. Lucky there's still a 24-hour tavern in the middle of the night like this."

"really? Thank you," said Hanum enthusiastically, reflexively kissing her husband's cheeks quickly. The sultan looked at Hanum's face in surprise, suddenly acting aggressively.

"Mm___sorry. I didn't accidentally" he said awkwardly as well as embarrassed. The Sultan looked at his wife closely, ****** her lips were soft and naturally blushing. Her lips were fused again, and the Sultan made it difficult for Hanum to breathe because the game was a little rough.

I love you, Hanum. You made me really fall in love with you.

Sultan murmured in his heart, if he was drunk with romance. And wanted to tear up his marriage contract with Hanum, and make the girl his wife to be the only woman in his life. The vibration of the phone suddenly dawned on the two who were enjoying the romance of the two people.

The Sultan went down to meet the courier outside while Hanum waited for her husband to come with a serving of chicken porridge his wife wanted to enjoy a spoiled cravings in the middle of the night.