Trapped in Fake Status

Meet With Him

At exactly nine o'clock Farhan's car arrived in front of the gate. Mr. Amir opened a towering iron door. And greeting the friendly car occupants inside, Farhan nodded his head in return.

Tinn......

Hanum grabbed her little bag that was on the dresser out and closed the door of her room.

“Aliya, I titip Kendra. There's something I need to buy. In the freezer there are already several bottles of breast milk for Kendra. You can warm it up before you give it.“ order Hanum to her baby sitter.

“Good, mom!“ aliya replied briefly.

“Darling, mama go first huh! Kendra can not cry mama go for a while.“ saying Hanum kissed the tiny cheeks of the baby she was breastfeeding even though it was not born from her womb.

Farhan got out of his car and opened the door for his wife.

“Pak Farhan doesn't have to bother opening the door. I can do it myself.“ Hanum said sitting in the back seat of the passenger.

“It has become my duty every day madam.“ said Farhan glanced at Hanum from the rearview mirror in front of him. While starting the car engine and operating the steering machine.

“I'm not a mistress here. Just call me Hanum, after all I am younger than you. Maybe Mr. Farhan is more suitable to be my brother.“ said Hanum smiled kindly at him.

“But you are the wife of my boss. It's appropriate that I call that on you.“ Farhan explained.

“But I don't like to hear it. And the name I think is too old for me.“ Hanum's speech makes Farhan smile widely, in the office he rarely smiles let alone laugh. If nothing is funny and makes her laugh.

“Pak Farhan, how long have I worked for my husband?“ hanum asked, daring to ask.

“Pretty long nearly twelve years.“ replied Farhan.

“Wao, pretty long time. That means Mr. Farhan knows Mr. Sultan very well, because every day you are with him.“ thought Hanum was fishing his husband's office driver. To pry a little information about the Sultan, the man who was almost a month into his contract husband.

“Pak Sultan is a good person. He is also very generous to all office employees who are having economic difficulties. Yes, although the attitude of Mr. Sultan looks cold but he is very loving, just like the late Mr. Damanik even though he is only an adoptive parent, Mr. Sultan.“

“Lifting parents?“ hanum asked in shock repeating Farhan's words.

“Pak Sultan is an orphan who was appointed by Mr. Damanik. And bequeath all assets of his wealth including the sewage treatment plant that currently Mr. Sultan runs.“ explained Farhan told some of the info on his superior wife.

“If about the baby that sir Sultan adopted. Is there still a family connection with him?“ ask Hanum more privately, about her husband's privacy.

“Sorry Mrs Hanum. For that matter I don't know at all. It seems very personal, in the office there are no employees who dare to ask. Who and why did Sultan adopt a baby?“ farhan again.

Farhan's car entered the basement, one of the largest malls in Jakarta. Hanum walked into the mall and pushed the trolley where he was holding his groceries.

The first place he visited was a row of shelves displaying a variety of nursing mother milk tigers from a fairly well-known brand. Having a varied taste, Hanum grabbed 10 dus of milk and put it into a trolley.

He again pushed his basket to switch to a place of various foods and drinks. And vegetable and fruit meat. When Hanum chooses healthy snacks and snacks that can be consumed by nursing mothers. Accidentally the trolley he pushed hit the grocery basket that Hanum did not know.

“Sorry! I was accidentally earlier__ Bia!“ exclaim Hanum.

“Hanum! You?!“ call Bia surprised to see Hanum in front of him.

“Bia? You're back?“ asked Hanum enthusiastically pull over his trolley.

“Yes, Hanum. I've come back and I've earned my bachelor's degree and worked in a big company in Bandung.“

“I congratulate Bia, on your success!“ said Hanum stretched out his hand shaking Bia's hand. Classroom elder brother Hanum while still in the upper middle school, who also served as chairman of the osis.

“Hanum I heard you ran away from home, when bi Mirna forced you to marry the Hartoyo boss. Is that true?“ bia asked curious about the rumors in the village next door where Hanum lived with his mother and aunt.

Hanum simply nodded without answering. “Bia! Would you like to help me?“ asked Hanum hesitatingly. Bia swept her eyes looking for something.

“Do not! No need Bia, this is too much.“ reject Hanum is not good to see his trolley is very much with his groceries.

“No problem, Hanum. Let's just say I treat you after a long time.“ said Bia pushing basket Hanum. Bia accidentally sees a breast-feeding mother's milk dus in the grocery trolley that Hanum bought.

Breastfeeding mother's milk? Hanum bought a lot of milk. Is she married and has a child but__? Ah no way, Hanum must be working for someone else. And the milk must have belonged to his master.

Thought Bia was thinking positively of Hanum, the innocent girl who was the target of her love. But Bia has never expressed her love and feelings even to Hanum. In addition to fearing Hanum rejecting him, he is also not ready to feel the heartache of his love clapping one hand.

Hanum and Bia were already in the tavern, and ordered the food and drink that Bia had ordered at the tavern service.

“Batagor, siomay and orange ice?“ Hanum smiled widened his eyes, looking at his favorite snacks in his school cafeteria first.

“Why? You don't like it anymore?“ bia asked in curiosity.

“I really want it, but I don't have time to eat out.“ replied Hanum devouring his two favorite foods one by one.

“Slow-slow, Hanum! I'll order one more for you. Now where do you live Hanum?“ Hanum slowed down his chewing, after hearing Bia's question.

“I___ Bia I wanted to tell you. If I want to ask for your help.“ said Hanum diverted the conversation.

“Tell Hanum what can I help you with?“ bia asked again scooping siomay into his mouth.

“I want you to tell my mom if I'm okay. For now I can't see my mother. I was afraid that my aunt would lock me up and force me to marry the manager Hartoyo.“ Hanum said sadly bowing his gaze putting the fork from her hand on the plate.

“Of course I don't mind, Hanum. I must have met mom and told you good news.“

“Thank you, Bia. I don't know how to repay your kindness.“ said Hanum with a big smile, until the dimples on his cheeks were clearly visible.

“You are enough to accept me to be your girlfriend only.“ as long as Bia fishing circumstances so as not to be too obvious.

Uhukkc.... Uhukk....

Hanum suddenly coughed at Bia's words which he thought were a joke. But it was enough to make him shocked because the man looked serious when he said directly in front of him.

“Hanum, you are like a child. I said that's all baper,“ Bia cleans Hanum's wet lips with a tissue because it chokes on the orange ice she drank.

There was a handsome man with a firm line on his face. Seemed so angry to see his wife sitting down and smiling with another man.

Hanum, this time you really pissed me off. And other men you smile so sweetly, at home you are indifferent and insistent.

“Pak Sultan seems like this work project is very good. And I am very interested in this cooperation, the business of home furnishings from plastic materials. Hanya was quite tempting.“ said his client saw a sample of some items on the laptop screen owned by Sultan.

“Pak Sultan?“ the client repeated his call.

“Eh, yes Hutomo sir. How about this cooperation?“ ask Sultan to make sure.

“I agree on this cooperation. I will ask my personal assistant to take care of everything.“

“Thank you, Mr. Hutomo for his trust.“ they shook hands on their cooperation agreement. And his client also resigned to resign himself died where the meeting.

“Hanum!“

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