HIDDEN WIFE
Mama???

The car split the street in the afternoon. Dirga drove the car at medium speed. Occasionally glanced at Lula who was sitting by his side, playing Dirga's borrowed phone. 

“You want to hape like that?” dirga asked opening her voice. Since leaving home, there has been no talk between them. 

“Not necessary, Mas.” Lula looked at her husband with a smile. “I still have the old and still good hape.” 

“Masa anyway? Where's the hapeen?” Dirga looked at him doubtfully, then refocused on the path in front of him.

Lula reached into the bag and pulled out her cell phone. Show it to the husband. “This ... is still good, right?” 

“Try here I see.” Dirga grabbed Lula's phone and examined it, flipping through her hands with a thin frown on her forehead. The flat object is old enough, there is also a crack in the corner. He sighed, then returned the phone to Lula's hand. Next to his hand he rubbed his wife's hair. “Let's buy the one we just bought. You deserve to be hard to contact, the phone is ugly anyway.” 

“That's because I rarely hold, not because the gap is ugly,” reply Lula with cute pursed lips. 

“Do not so his lips,” sambar Dirga while chuckling. Lula's facial expression was sometimes very adorable to her.

“Why?” 

“Funny the thing.” Dirga looked at his wife's small lips that were quite tempting. What else if Lula spontaneously bites her lower lip that makes Dirga feel unable to bear. 

Fifteen minutes later, the car entered the parking area of a shopping mall. Dirga helped Lula remove her seatbelt to make them both in a very close distance. Even the position of Dirga's head was right in front of Lula's chest. 

Make Lula throw a look out the window. The smell of Dirga's body which for him is very fragrant, as well as his handsome face is increasingly visible from a very close distance. Lula even had to hold her breath in embarrassment.

“Why you?” tanya Dirga made Lula reflect. 

The deg! 

Lula's eyeballs widened as their gazes met within less than five centimeters. Her lentic eyelashes seemed to dance along with the pursed eyelids. Dirga's hands raised, stroking cheeks. His thumb moved gently sweeping his wife's soft lips. Dirga looked at him fixedly, advancing his face to make Lula close her eyes. 

The tring! 

Dirga gave a loud snort when the phone suddenly rang an incoming call sign. It felt like he was cursing at anyone who had foiled the golden opportunity to kiss Lula. 

Then with thousands of swearing in his head, he grabbed the phone but suddenly saw a frown on his forehead while reading the name listed there. Dirga took a long breath. 

 “That's from the leopard again, Mas? I contacted Mas but was not answered. Who is the leopard?” ask Lula curiously. Especially after seeing the expression of her husband's face that was immediately wrong.

“It ... Alika.” 

A pair of beautiful eyes Lula glared back. How could a husband give his wife such a nickname.

“If Ms Alika is given the name of a leopard, then I am given whose name, Mas?” 

“You seriously ask?” Instead of answering, Dirga asked back, which made the wrinkles on Lula's forehead deeper. "Let's see for yourself who I give you by whose name."

Lula gazed back at the phone screen opening the contact list and searched for the number. Until found a sweet name pinned Dirga there. 'My wife' created a red tinge on Lula's cheek.

Does this mean that Mas Dirga has admitted me as a wife?

The phone rings again. But Dirga even seemed reluctant to answer him. 

“Why not answered, Mas?” 

“No need, later. I was avoiding Alika.” He looked at Lula who looked confused. “Later to explain, Honey. Come down first.” 

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Never imagined by Dirga before that to be happy turned out to be very easy. Hand in hand, he led Lula into a baby-supply shop. A woman accompanied them on shopping.

"You still have something to buy, don't you?" ask Dirga.

"Nothing else, Mom. It's a lot of shopping."

"Well, we'll take a little break at the cafe, okay?" Dirga pointed at a cafe not far from their walk. “You wait here for a moment. I'm going to the toilet first.” 

“Iya, Mas.” 

While waiting for her husband to go to the toilet, Lula sat in a long chair while playing her new phone. A smile never leaves his lips. Yes, now Dirga turned a hundred and eighty degrees to make Lula feel loved and protected.

But suddenly the smile faded, recalling a few months ago when Dirga made a promise to Alika. 

Did Mas Dirga do all this because soon he will leave me as promised to Ms Alika? Moreover, he will demand custody of my son. Is it possible that his good attitude during these few days has a certain purpose?

There were no tears wetting his cheeks. Lula did not understand what had happened to her heart. Though he had built a sturdy fortress so as not to be easily destroyed by Dirga, but strangely, the more he tried to avoid, the more he felt bound by the man. Now they are starting to feel they need it. 

“Why are you, son? Why crying?” That soft voice scattered Lula's daydream. He looked at a woman sitting by his side. 

Realizing, Lula wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks, then shook her head slowly with a smile. “I'm fine, Bu.” 

“The pregnant woman is indeed her emotions are easily changed. Sometimes happy sometimes sad. Oh yeah, how many months pregnant?” the question was friendly while looking at Lula's stomach.

“Nine months, Bu.”

“Wah, soon to be born ya.” He looks enthusiastic. “You came here alone, Son?” 

“No, Mom. Same with my husband.” 

The look of the middle-aged woman who looked very fashionable was also around. “Loh, her husband where?” 

“Med to toilet.” 

“Oh ... Can you hold her stomach? Who knows the mother of the contagion get grandchildren.” 

Lula chuckles. “Bby, Bu.” 

The woman stroked Lula's stomach gently. “Your son or girl?” 

“Male, Bu.” 

“The first child?” 

Lula replied with a nod of her head. Which makes the woman's eyes sparkle.

“Sweetest yes. Your husband must be very possessive. Mom also used to be so when pregnant.” 

"Yes, Mom."

On the other hand, Dirga had just come out of the toilet. From a distance, he saw Lula sitting with a woman. Dirga's eyebrows were intertwined, although the woman who was chatting with his wife was sitting backward, but Dirga seemed to be able to recognize.

He tried to sharpen his eyesight and looked at the woman from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

“It ... Like mama.” Dirga stepped closer, until his pair of eyes were rounded when he managed to convince his guess through the bracelet used by the woman. 

“Ah, really mama! How's this?” muttered Dirga who immediately hid his body from behind a pillar. Occasionally peek in that direction. 

"Great!"

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