HIDDEN WIFE
Since When Do You Care About Me?

Lula opened the door of the room after finishing with her bathing ritual. Take off the small towel that wraps his wet hair and put it on a hanger that is in the corner of the room. She parsed her hair with her fingers. Then glanced at the sofa where he had left Dirga. Seeing the position of the legs is still the same when left, Lula can guess that Dirga is still sleeping. 

He stepped towards the corner of the sofa and rightly guessed, Dirga still did not wake up. He let out a long breath, his eyeballs spinning around thinking about how to wake him up. 

“Mas, it's morning. You're not working?" ask her by extending a hand to touch her shoulder. "Mas ..” 

Because she never woke up, Lula ventured to shake her husband's arm.

“Mas ... Wake up!” 

Finally the sounding sounded. Dirga wriggled in a limited motion because the sofa was so narrow. His fingers rub his eyelids to break the drowsiness.

“A minute, Honey. I'll be up in five minutes.” 

One more thing that makes Lula flutter. Whether her husband was conscious or not, what was certain was that the affectionate call made his chest rumble until it emanated through a red hue on his face.

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Slowly Dirga's eyelids began to open when he heard the sound of cooking utensils clashing with each other, following the aroma of cooking that filled the entire room. His stomach suddenly felt empty. He got up and leaned on the sofa. His hands did a massaging motion on the back of his neck, with a view that led to the kitchen. 

From where he sat, Dirga could see Lula cooking in a position behind him. By using special clothes pregnant women and long straight hair that is still wet. Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes shining radiating happiness, seeing Lula this morning warmed her heart. 

Dirga stepped towards the kitchen while noticing how deft Lula's hand was cooking. Although the size of the stomach is already very enlarged, but not seen to limit the space of movement. 

“What are you cooking?” whispered Dirga suddenly by hugging from behind while rubbing the stomach. 

Lula's body was cut short by surprise and reflexively floated the spatula he held back.

“Aahh!”

Dirga's screams imply pain. His hand turned away from the stomach and took a few steps back while holding his forehead. 

"Mass?"

Lula's jaw opened wide and grew even more shocked when she saw her husband squealing in pain. He then put the spatula into the frying pan and turned off the stove. 

“Sorry, Mom. I accidentally, you surprised me.” He tried to take off Dirga's hand that covered his forehead and rubbed it. Worries spread when they found the red liquid flowing there.

“The silence is bloody, Mas. Sorry, I was not accidentally.” She began to panic while blowing on her husband's forehead. 

“Aahh hurts so much, Lula. I could have a concussion hit spatula.” 

“Ya already, come ahead, I'll treat.” 

Dirga laughed inwardly at the panic of his wife as if completely satisfied with judging Lula. Of course the blow didn't hurt too much. He's going to create a drama this morning for a little attention.

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Dirga lay on the sofa by making Lula's thigh as a pillow. He opened his eyes and looked at Lula who was treating his wound. 

“You have a bad habit yes, when in a state of shock directly attack people,” he said. “You remember the first time you met? You also attacked me with a broom.” Dirga rubbed the arm, which that night became an easy target. 

Lula turned away, her face flushed with embarrassment and she could unfortunately see that. But it does not make the man complacent to judge the wife of—, which he only realized was so adorable with his shy attitude. 

“It's done. Now wake!” Lula pushed Dirga's head away from her thigh. But instead of moving, Dirga instead buried his face into the belly of the woman.

“Mas, I want to finish my work in the kitchen. Please wake up.” Lula tried to lift the neck of her husband who seemed reluctant to move from his comfortable position.

“Good.” 

Dirga also changed position, but previously took advantage of the rare opportunity to wipe and smell the surface of Lula's stomach.  

And ...

For the first time, both Dirga and Lula felt this close connection. Breakfast at the same table with the wife's menu. Something that never happened in Dirga's life during her marriage to Alika, because Alika never liked anything related to the kitchen. 

“Turnal breakfast with wife's cooking was delicious ya.” 

Lula raised her eyebrows, her gaze nangar towards Dirga who looked extremely voracious. Bribe by mouth feels so delicious, even though only fried rice.

“Mas Dirga want dinner here?” lula's question made Dirga look at her.

“What can?” 

Lula replied with a nod of her head.

“You're not tired? You are very pregnant. Don't you have trouble moving?” 

“I'm used to it like this.” 

Lula's words stunned Dirga. His chest was like a big piece of rock. It was as if the air in the vast room was not enough for him to breathe. If only time could be repeated, he would replace the seconds that Lula passed in solitude. He will remove every tear drop that Lula hides in the darkness of the night.

"I'm sorry."

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That afternoon Dirga was again busy with files scattered on his desk. Time to forget about lunch.

But it does not seem tired in every movement. A framed USG photo perched pretty on a work desk that managed to pump his spirit. His sparkling eyes implied amazement and love.

"My son ..." It touches the glass surface with the fingertips.

Smile widens when opening a message that just entered the phone. What else when reading the name on the screen.

"Have lunch, not yet? I'm cooking rendang." ~ My Wife

Reading the message alone was able to blow up his happiness and bring him soar into space. He typed a reply message.

"Yet. In a minute, honey. I'm going home."

He put his phone back. Read some files while counting the seconds that pass. Waiting for a reply message feels so long.

But suddenly the smile disappeared, when the door opened and gave rise to the figure of Alika.

"What are you doing here?" tanyakanya.

"What's wrong with me going to my husband's office? I just want to know how you are. It's been two days you've been at the woman's house" said Alika ketus.

Dirga took a deep breath. Seemed reluctant to look at Alika and chose to focus on checking some files.

"When have you cared about me? You never even asked me if I had eaten or not. And today you come asking for news. Are you sick?"

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