HIDDEN WIFE
The Hidden Truth

Dirga was well-groomed with work clothes and a tie wrapped around the collar of his shirt. Accompanied by a whistling sound that sounded cheerful, he combed his hair. Then looked at her reflection in the mirror with pride.

So cool!

He only realized he had a handsome face and for this time, he wanted to praise himself. However, suddenly the smile that was painted on his face faded, when he remembered the magical whisper that had completely ruined his mood this morning.

Last night, before returning home he had a chance to meet his cousin, Doctor Allan and the man managed to make Dirga upset half to death.

You know, Giany always tidied up my clothes every time he went to work. You are too, aren't you? The words of Doctor Allan were still clearly ringing in his ears.

Dirga snorted annoyed and threw a comb on the table to make some makeup tools belonging to Alika neatly lined up. Some even fell to the floor and made the sound of broken glass. Instantly, the smell of expensive perfume burst into the room.

Dirga took a deep breath.

Having a physical approach to the word perfect is apparently not a guarantee to be happy. Because all this time, time was wasted to fulfill all Alika's wishes. However, Alika herself almost never paid any attention to him.

"Don't just tidy up a shirt and tie, ask you've never eaten."

Yeah, Alika never did. Early in the morning his first wife had disappeared as if swallowed by the Earth and had only returned at night. This morning he went nowhere.

What about Lula? Will he be any different?

Dirga pulled a tie and grabbed her own hair until it looked quite messy. Then out of the room.

Passing through the kitchen just like that, Dirga glanced at Lula who was helping Mbok Darmi clean the breakfast utensils.

"I'm leaving!" dirga continued walking towards the door.

A thin wrinkle was engraved on Lula's smooth forehead when she saw her husband heading for the door with a fairly messy appearance.

"Loh Mas ..." Lula was amazed to make it, because Dirga never let his appearance fall apart if going out of the house.

The woman with a slim body like a Spanish guitar was soon tailed behind the husband. "Mas, tie and hair why is it so messy?"

"Ah this .. I rush to the office. No time to clean up." Dirga turned her body and looked at Lula who was standing within less than three meters from where she was standing.

"Here I clean up first, Mom. Time to go to the office clothes so." Lula stood right in front of Dirga. Justifying her husband's hair and shirt to be really neat.

So that Dirga has the opportunity to enjoy the beauty of Lula from a short distance. The man cheered in his heart.

"Here you go, Mommy" said Lula with a sweet smile on her lips.

"Thank you, dear." Kissing the forehead with tenderness, mumpung no Alika at home. Because if the woman is still flying at home, of course Dirga does not have a chance to get close to Lula.

"Oh yes, Mas .. How about we have lunch outside."

"Lunch?" Dirga looked at Lula with a frown on the eyebrows. Because not usually Lula invites him to eat outside. For the past month, Lula has been more than happy to cook.

"Yes, lunch. But I want to be alone," said Lula looking hopeful.

"But how's Zav? Also brought in?"

"And I said both. If Zav had three names."

Made Dirga pat her forehead. "Yes too, anyway. Then Zav left home with Sister Vira?"

Lula shook her head slowly. "Mama wants to take Zav to his house. I've prepared enough breast milk for him until the afternoon. So we can have lunch together."

"Can. I'll pick you up at home?" ask Dirga.

"No need. I'm going to the salon first. I'll tell you where to meet." Dirga was astonished again. Although some questions came to his mind, he was not so concerned.

"Yes already, darling. I'm leaving yeah. Just let me know."

"Be careful on the road, Mommy."

He kissed her forehead again, before finally heading to the car and leaving the house. While Lula stared at her husband's car which slowly drifted away forming a small dot and disappeared in the distance.

Today I'm going to show you all the hidden truths, ma'am.

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