HIDDEN WIFE
The Sane Must Lose!

Alika's whole body felt cramped. He could not say a word as if his mouth was locked. While Lula seemed not to pay much heed to his presence. He turned his body and continued cooking.

"Bok, what room does he live in?" ask Alika ketus.

"In Zav's room, Mom. You also said earlier, that Miss Lula will stay in Zav's room."

Alika's hands clenched. Surely he would object if Lula slept in Zav's room, which was right next to his.

"That room is for Zav. He'll stay in the back room."

"But, Madam ... You said ..."

Not yet complete said Mbok Darmi, already cut first by Alika who looks increasingly upset.

"There's no buts! In this house I am the queen. All must be with my permission. Anyway he'll sleep in the maid's room."

"Already, Mbok .. leave it alone. We who are sane must give up" said Lula trying to remind Mbok Darmi.

Alika's eyes flashed with anger. Lula's words seemed to make her pride trampled. He stepped forward to stand within rarely less than two meters of the woman.

"What do you mean? You're saying I'm crazy?"

"Well, did you feel crazy?"

The feeling of heat is increasingly creeping into the woman's bloodstream. He stepped forward, but Lula suddenly looked at him.

"Don't come near, Mom. I'm cooking this again. I'm gonna get hot oil. Mother's skin can be ugly."

Although Lula's pronunciation sounded very relaxed, Alika could feel the scent of threat there. If not, he would have grabbed his honey hair.

Unable to bear it, the woman immediately left the kitchen. Enter into the room by slamming the door hard to make Mbok Darmi jumped.

Lula chuckles.

"Yes, Mbok. Had to succumb to crazy people," said Lula made Mbok Darmi laugh a little.

"Mom can do it."

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His eyes closed for a moment as he sipped the aroma of cooking that made his stomach feel empty. Slowly follow where the source of the aroma comes from. He went to the kitchen and saw a long-haired woman standing back.

Yes, that's Lula ....

"You're home, Mom?" tanya Lula roused Dirga from her daydream.

"Bec-yes ... What are you cooking? It smells so good."

"Your favorite rendang cook," Lula replied with a smile that to Dirga overcame the sweetness of honey.

Smiling back. Suddenly a warm feeling spread to his heart.

However, then the smile dimmed as her gaze was directed at the television room, where Alika was sitting with a magazine in her hand, and also the bonus of an intimidating look.

"Where have you been? Why did she come home last night?"

Dirga took a long breath. "You know I work, Al. Where am I going again?"

Alika snorted realizing how tough Dirga was when talking to her, instead being very gentle towards Lula. He put the magazine on the table rough. Then move into the room with a fairly hard leg.

It made Dirga only able to shake his head. His wife never changed.

She also remembered something.

Most delicious, go home and greeted the wife with cooking and a smile, instead of being greeted with a sharp gaze. The words of Doctor Allan at that time danced in Dirga's mind.

And Dirga felt that his cousin's words were very true. If Lula welcomes him with the aroma of good cuisine accompanied by a smile that is able to create a warm feeling, instead Alika instead welcomes him with a sharp gaze.

Totally different. Slowly, his little heart began to compare.

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