HIDDEN WIFE
You Have to Move Fast!

“But Bu Alika is looking for you, Mas.” 

“Let's also tired himself he.” 

The voice of Alika's call had already been heard several times. But Dirga did not care. Even when he heard the sound of knocking on the door, he simply put his index finger in front of his nose.

Slowly, the call was no longer heard. Maybe Alika was tired and chose to go back to the room. 

 "Yes, tired of it."

Dirga made her arm a pillow for Baby Zav. His hand moved rubbing the top of the head with full softness and occasionally buried a kiss of affection on the forehead. He patted the tiny body slowly. 

And, sure enough. In just a few minutes, Zav had already fallen asleep in his father's cradle, leaving Lula quite astonished. 

“True, he wants to sleep with his father.” 

“Iya, Mas.” 

Dirga stared fixedly at Lula's face, making the woman lower her gaze. One thing Dirga knows, Lula has one habit when she is embarrassed, namely biting her lower lip. 

Geez, why did he have to bite his lower lip try? Really testing! 

With a half-frustrated look on her face, Dirga dropped her head on the pillow, stared at the ceiling of the room and closed her eyes. 

Half a night passed. Baby Zav who was between Dirga and Lula is now on the edge. 

Dirga fell asleep with her arms around Lula's waist. She doesn't care anymore, even though the next morning Alika might be nagging because her husband chose to sleep in his honeymoon room.

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A month had passed since Lula had stayed at Dirga's house. During that one month anyway, he had to daily feel Alika's hatred. However, Lula transformed into a strong woman figure where she often reversed all Alika's ill-treatment and eventually backfired for Alika herself.

As early as the morning before, Lula was already in the kitchen to make breakfast. Since Lula lived at home, it was her daily activities.

Things that make Dirga more comfortable at home. Because now there was a beautiful angel who greeted him with a warm smile.

Especially the presence of his little son, Zavdiel Abercio Mahendra who makes his life no longer gray.

"You want to add, Mas?" ask Lula.

"Can."

Like a good wife, Lula serves her husband at the dinner table. Dirga grabbed a glass of water that Lula had just poured and gulped it down to the toilet.

"thank you. Your homemade fried rice is always delicious."

Unknowingly Dirga praised, no longer heeding the annoyance on the face of Alika who was sitting by her side.

"Good morning everyone ..." Mama Diana's voice greeted me that morning.Dirga, Lula and Alika turned to the source of the voice.

If Dirga and Lula seem happy with the arrival of Mama Diana, but Alika instead. He grabbed a glass of water after rolling his eyeballs lazily.

"Good morning, Mama. Come have breakfast," asked Lula politely.

"Mama's had breakfast, honey. Mama's here to see my mom's granddaughter. Where is Zav?"

"There's a back garden, Mah. Sister Vira was sunbathing again," replied Lula.

"Yes, Mama wants to see first." However, before moving to the room, Mama Diana looked at her son who now looked more contained.

How not, the existence of Lula at home makes Dirga spoiled in terms of stomach. Morning and night she would cook for her husband and sometimes send food through the driver if Dirga did not have time to go home for lunch.

"Dirga, now you're fat, yes."

"Yes, Mah. Shirt the same pants so narrow all," replied Dirga relaxed.

"Gee, it seems like Lula is taking very good care of you." While glancing at Alika with her eyes tail.

Of course Alika felt shunned. He took a deep breath in hearing the praise Mama-in-law had pinned for Lula. What's more, Mama Diana walked into the back garden where her granddaughter was.

Without a word, Alika immediately moved towards the room. Anger and anger were in his heart. Mama Diana and Lula seemed to be waving war flags and plotting to make Dirga slowly move away from her.

Alika pulled out the phone from inside the bag, then searched for one of the names in her contact list. He brought the phone closer to his ear, grumbling with annoyance waiting for his call to be answered.

"What did you call me in the morning?"

"I can't keep going like this. You have to move fast!"

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