HIDDEN WIFE
What Do You Like Breakfast?

Dirga stepped towards the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water from there. Today's work is quite tiring and draining. The man sat on the chair leaning back while unscrewing the bottle, gulping down to leave half of it. Fresh cold water that sweeps the throat seems to be able to restore its strength. 

He stared at Lula's back who still seemed busy with her cooking activities. There were no words spoken between the two, there was only the sound of cooking utensils clashing against each other. 

Dirga was silent for a moment. He looked at the bottle of mineral water in his hand. 

While Lula is now arranging food on the table. Dirga noticed his hands move fast enough, just staring at the food that was sitting on the table alone had managed to make his stomach rumble. What's more when you see the hot steam coming from there and floating in the air, following the delicious aroma that sweeps the smell. 

“Lula ..” 

“Iya, Mas.” 

“You're fine, right? Did Alika do rough with you?” dirga asked Lula to stop her busyness for a moment. She looked at her husband. 

“If he was rude towards me ... what would you do?” 

That question got Dirga riveted. Lula's words always poked and sometimes pierced into the heart. 

“Are you going to shut up, defend me or defend him? You have two wives. If one of your wives hurts your other wife, what will you do?” 

Dirga is still silent. His hand reached out to Lula's fingers. Grip it tightly. 

“Lula .. any husband would not be happy if anyone did anything rude to his wife. What else is in front of his own eyes. No matter who does it, you're my wife and I wouldn't like it if anyone hurt you.” 

Lula smiled, returning the grip of the hand until their fingers intertwined. “I'm fine, Mas. You take it easy,” he said making Dirga breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh yes ... You want to eat now?” 

“I want to take a shower first. Sultry, later eat less delicious.” 

“But later the food is cold, Mas.” 

"No."

Dirga stood right in front of Lula, making the woman raise her head because her height is only limited to the tip of her husband's chin. 

 Dirga glanced towards the door of the room that was still closed, then turned around and kissed Lula's forehead with a fast but very soft movement—which created a red hue on the woman's face. 

“I took a shower not long. A minute yes ..” He smiled as he stroked Lula's cheek. Then move on to the room.

While Lula stared at the upright back of her husband who slowly disappeared behind the bedroom door.

He took a deep breath. Although aware Alika is the legal wife of her husband, but her female instinct still brings jealousy to see her husband in the room with other women.

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Dinner was with Alika silent. Not a word was said from his lips. Every now and then his gaze turned to Dirga who was so greedy to enjoy her dinner. 

He rolled his eyes lazily when he saw Lula pouring water into a glass and shifted in front of Dirga, who then greeted Dirga with a warm smile.

It looks simple, but meaningful. 

And, that small interaction alone is able to make the heat propagate to every inch of Alika's body. 

“Dirga ..” 

“Hemm ..” 

“Tomorrow I want to shop to the mall. I haven't been shopping in a long time.” 

“As of you, Al. When do I ban it?” reply Dirga nonchalantly while chewing food.

Alika published a big smile. Staring at Lula as if to show his honey that she is the queen in the house, and of course in Dirga's life. However, Lula seemed to be paying no heed.

"Mas, what kind of breakfast do you like?" ask Lula.

Dirga looked at Lula for a moment and smiled. Lula's gentle treatment always warms her heart.

"anything. If you cook it's gonna be good."

The words containing the praise made Alika's entire body feel cramped.

Suddenly the tightness returned.

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