HIDDEN WIFE
Don't Test My Patience!

A few months later ... 

Dirga got out of the room in a hurry, grabbed the keys of the car that was on the table and accelerated his footsteps. 

“Mr not having breakfast first?” mbok Darmi asked as soon as he saw his employer coming out in a hurry. 

Dirga stopped his steps when he was on the doorstep, turning to the 45-year-old woman. 

“No, Mbok! I was in a hurry,” he replied. “Say the same Alika I did not come to breakfast. I have important business this morning.” 

“Good, Sir!” 

The man smiled in a friendly manner, then headed for the car. Leon has just told me that Lula is on her way to the hospital. 

Today, Lula is scheduled to do a gynecological examination and Dirga wants to accompany her. Because for the past few months, Lula had never allowed Dirga to accompany her in any case. She shut herself down after the commotion that Alika had made at her home a few months ago, after finding Dirga at her home.  

Lula also refused all the facilities provided by Dirga, in addition to the house and monthly money. A car and a driver, even a domestic assistant Jeff appointed to serve Lula, were rejected outright. 

“Dirga wait!” 

Just a few meters away the car drove, the sound of Alika's call was heard. Dirga hit the steering wheel as a form of annoyance, accompanied by a frustrated breath. Alika always blocked every step. 

“What's up, Al?” 

Dirga opened the car window. He gasped as soon as he saw the wife had dressed up neat—complete with the strap of his bag that had been embedded between the arms and armpits.

“Today I want control to the doctor. Can you accompany me?” asked Alika whose hand had already held the handle of the car door and opened it. 

Dirga looked surprised, because Lula will also control the obstetrician and coincidentally the doctor who handles both his wives is the same doctor. 

“Not your control schedule next week huh?” 

“Indeed next week anyway, but the last few days I've been feeling a lot of stomach pain. So I checked today.” 

Without waiting for an answer from her husband, Alika got into the car. Sit down sweetly and put the bag in the back seat. Dirga was silent for a moment and seemed to be thinking about something. Realizing that, Alika then looked at him suspiciously. 

“Why you?” ask Alika suspiciously. 

“It's okay.” With a lazy look, Dirga drove the car away from the yard. 

Throughout the journey Dirga kept silent. His gaze was focused on the road, as if there was no Alika by his side. 

“Mbok Darmi said you have an important business, so you do not have time for breakfast. What is important?” Alika opened her voice after some time of silence. 

“You know I have a lot of work in the office. This morning there is an important meeting,” Sahut Dirga ketus. 

Hearing the husband's tone, Alika looked at him. It was unacceptable for Dirga to be cold towards him. “You why the hell, it doesn't seem happy to drive me.” 

“Do not overdramatize everything, Al. Your mind is always negative.” 

“How not negative if I feel you are not happy to take me.” 

Dirga doesn't say anymore. Because if you serve Alika who is less able to control emotions, there may be a fight this morning in the car. So Dirga chose to be quiet. 

**** 

While reading the pregnancy information book, Lula sat among the patients who were waiting in line. A faint smile rose on her lips as she felt the active movements of the baby from within. He felt a movement in the stomach that appeared prominent. Yes, the age of the womb has now entered the ninth month. Lula was pounding waiting for the birth of her baby. 

Lula smiled kindly looking at the woman. “Nine months, Ma'am.” 

“Wah lahiran soon huh. First kid?” 

Lula nodded her head slowly. 

“Wah if the first child is usually a husband so possessive yes, Bun. My husband was the first time I was pregnant. I can't do anything,” he said with great enthusiasm. “Suami Mommy so too, No?” 

Instantly the smile that adorned Lula's face dimmed. Imagining the housewife who started because of forced circumstances . There are hardly any sweet memories to remember. The pregnancy went through without any attention from the husband. 

Dirga did not want to show the form of attention, Lula was the one who limited himself, because it was aware Dirga would divorce him once the child in the womb was born. Worse, Dirga and Alika may be suing for custody of the baby. 

“My husband—” Lula's speech hangs when his gaze is fixed on the figure who just sat the queue chair not far from him. Lula threw a glance at the other side after noticing Alika casting a hostile look, while Dirga sat down at Alika's side with a fixed look at Lula. His hands clenched when he realized that some of the chairs behind Lula were Hito sitting leisurely with a meaningful smile. 

“Did he come here with the man?” whispered Alika while leaning on Dirga's shoulder. However, Dirga chose silence. 

Lula closed her eyes for a moment to see how Alika was trying to show off the affection before her eyes. Sick? Sure oes. Alika seems to want to show that Dirga is hers. However, Lula tried to cover up her feelings by being as relaxed as ever. As if he did not care, he was reluctant to look at Dirga who had not taken his eyes from him since. 

“Why husband, Bun?” ask the woman sitting next to Lula. 

“My husband is busy in the office. He can't always farm me.” 

“Oh ... But keep your attention, right, Bun?” 

Lula unsheathed a sharp gaze towards Dirga, which made the man freeze. 

“Paution. He is also willing to do anything for his wife, including sacrificing anything,” Lula replied by rubbing her stomach. 

Shortness again squeezed in Dirga's chest, as if the air around was not enough for him to breathe. Every speech Lula said was like a dagger that hit the heart. 

While Alika continues to try to add to the heat of the atmosphere by slipping spoiled on her husband's arm. As a form of retaliation to Lula who often made him ride black with a calm attitude as if he did not care, but his speech was very encouraging. 

“Mother Lula Mariana!” There was a call from a nurse coming from behind the door. 

Lula turned to the source of the voice, then placed the book that had been in his lap on the bookshelf. Stand by holding on to a chair. The growing size of the stomach limits its space of movement. As Dirga was about to stand up to help her, Alika pulled her husband's arm. 

“Where are you going?” ask Alika. 

Dirga glanced at Lula who had walked into the doctor's room. 

“I must accompany Lula.” 

Unable to accept that Dirga accompanied Lula, Alika tightly grasped her husband's hand and forced Dirga to remain there to accompany him. 

“No! You can't accompany him.” 

Dirga slammed Alika's hand in annoyance. 

“Don't test my patience, Al! Now release!” 

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