HIDDEN WIFE
Without You Realizing

“Lula, you don't have antiseptic huh?” 

The sound of Dirga's call from the direction of the kitchen was heard. He was looking for an antiseptic in the medicine box but never found it. He finally came out with the box in his hand. Sit down on Lula's side and put the medicine box onto the table.

“I'll be out for a while looking for medicine for you.” 

Lula glanced at it with her tail. “Not necessary. I'm it's okay. Later also healed itself, this is just a blister wound.” He rubbed his face with his fingers. Perih felt spread when the nail scratches were touched. 

“But this has to be treated. Wait here.” 

Dirga grabbed the car keys placed on the table. Before exiting the door, he turned his head towards Lula who was still sitting down on the sofa. 

“Lock the door and don't open it before I come.” 

Lula nodded and walked towards the door. He was silent for a while staring at Dirga's car that began to move away. Whether to be happy or sad, because this is the first time Dirga gives him more attention and protects him from Alika. 

Just as Lula was about to close the door, a car was already stopped right in front of the house. Remembering her husband's message, Lula immediately locked the door and went into the room.

The sound of screaming from Alika was heard several times, but Lula seemed to not care until finally Alika left after tired of shouting.

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“Oh! Ssh!” Lula puffed and hissed when the scratch marks on her face were touched by the cotton swab that had been smeared with antiseptic. 

“White yes?” asked Dirga who was now crouching in front of him. Then blow the scar gently, so that Lula can feel the warmth of the husband's breath that hit his face.

Thumped? For sure. They've never been this close before. The thing that made Lula feel embarrassed to raise her head looked at him. I don't know where the fierce attitude and judes that he has been showing in front of Dirga. In fact, sometimes Lula did not hesitate to drive him away when the instinct of unchannelled indulgence exploded. 

Nearly half an hour passed. Dirga continued to blow the scar on Lula's body that had been smeared with medicine. Dirga put the used cotton in the garbage basket and tidied up the medicine box. As he stood up, something caught his attention. He fell silent at his position and smiled faintly as he looked at the small movements of his wife's stomach. I really want Dirga to touch it. 

"He's moving!" He just pointed at his stomach in amazement. “Can I touch it?” Dirga looked at Lula expectantly

Lula nodded in response, making Dirga ventured to touch the part of the abdomen that looks prominent due to the baby's active movements. As if playing with his son, Dirga followed where the movement was.

"It's funny." He smiles. Out of nowhere, Dirga put her ear to her stomach, while one hand stroked the other.

"Do you feel when he moves like this?"

Lula's breath is restrained. His body brushed when Dirga rubbed and kissed his stomach.

"Yes. It feels so."

"illness?"

"No. I feel relieved and happy as she moves."

Dirga buried another kiss on the surface of the stomach that looks protruding.

"You're not coming home? It's late afternoon. Your wife must be looking for."

Suddenly sadness appeared on Dirga's face. He raised his head and looked at Lula. "I'm sorry, Lula. I should have watched you from the beginning. I know you're sad and cover your wounds in a cold manner."

"Then what should I do, Mom? Should I welcome you happily when you come? While you promised your wife another one to divorce me."

Dirga. A few months ago, she made a promise to Alika to divorce Lula after the birth of her child.

Lula turned her gaze the other way. His eyelids blinked together with flowing tears.

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"Muddhaf's talaq!"

Dirga was stunned to hear Allan's words about talak. He was frozen in an embrace of guilt. He wanted to punish himself for his stupidity. They were at a cafe after Dirga contacted his cousin to meet and ask him a few questions.

"Muddhaf's talaq?" dirga asked with a thin frown on the forehead.

"Yes. Lula was right, subconsciously you've dropped the talaq on him. When you made the promise to divorce Lula, it was the fall of the mudhaf that will happen once your child is born. So by the time your child is born, your status is no longer husband and wife."

Sesal is seen on Dirga's face. His eyeballs were flooded with clear liquid. "What do I have to do, Allan? I don't want to lose Lula."

"You love Lula?"

Dirga pursed his lips. He could not understand what feelings he had for his wife.

"I don't know."

Allan shook his head. He was also upset with Dirga.

"If you really want to fix the relationship, go home to Lula's house and apologize. Tell Alika that you can't divorce Lula. If you can't let go of one of them, then be fair. Don't be so heavy."

Dirga. Empty look. His mind was haunted by the mistakes of the past few months, who had never been fair to Lula.

"But will Lula forgive me after all this?"

"Who are you" said the father of two children. "That's why a husband should not carelessly say the word separation, because it can be fatal."

"How to cancel that talaq. Help me, Lan! You're the only one in our family who knows about my marriage to Lula."

"I can't help much. Only you can solve this problem. Take responsibility for your mistakes."

Dirga nodded in understanding.

"There are actually some opinions about this. There are those who argue that should ijab kabul re-collapse, there are also opinions can be directly referenced by returning together."

"Oh?" Dirga's eyebrows intertwined so as to make his face look stupid in Allan's eyes.

"I mean that if Lula wants to forgive and accept you, you can immediately refer to her. It can also be through actions, such as having sex, kissing or making out with Sjah*wat."

Gluey! Quiet for a while, Dirga did not know what to say. Months of his marriage to Lula, but he had never given his wife an inner living.

"Why again?" grunts Allan.

"How is it, huh?" Dirga scratching his head made Allan glare in annoyance.

"Yes you stay kelonin. Just bother you!"

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