HIDDEN WIFE
The Unexpected Meeting

Dirga gave a small laugh while shaking his head looking at the back of his wife who was walking quickly towards the toilet. I don't know why lately he feels Lula's behavior is getting adorable. Especially when you are sulking or seducing in a style like that. It made her want to speed up her marriage. 

“Awas only if it is valid later. I'll make you beg for mercy.” 

He stared at some of the paper bags belonging to Lula and Mama Diana lying on the floor. Then take the phone out of the pants pocket and open some unread messages.

One of them is from Jeff. Today Dirga is not leaving for the office, maybe Jeff and his secretary will bother with some work. 

"Just a minute, Zav. I replied to a message from Om Jeff first. Uh, you know, Jeff o'm kasmaran. He must be working this out."

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Bruk! Lula's cell phone fell to the floor when she was suddenly hit by someone from the right side who made her body almost fall as well.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally.” A man quickly squatted grabbed the phone that fell between his legs. 

“It's okay. Sorry I didn't look around either,” reply Lula. 

Hurriedly the man checked and made sure the woman's phone he had just hit had not suffered any damage. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that the expensive phone in his hand was still in its intact condition. 

“Hape is fine, kok.” He reached out his hand to give up the phone. Yet it suddenly pecked as it stared at the woman standing right before him. 

“You ... Lula?” he said with his eyes full.

The same thing happened to Lula. He also did not expect that the man was someone he had known in the past. 

“Ka-you?” 

The surprised face of the man changed into a big smile, it turned out that the woman still remembered him. He looked at Lula from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

“Hai Lula's. Do you still remember me? How are you?” 

Lula took a deep breath, then heard a lazy countenance reply, "Good!"

Despite seeing how tough Lula was, it did not make the man self-conscious.

“I didn't expect to see you here.” He's still smiling. This time reached out a hand, yet Lula seemed reluctant to welcome. Not wanting to linger with the man, Lula also put her cellphone in the bag.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Excuse me!” He was about to step, but the man pulled his wrist until Lula's footsteps stopped. 

“Come, Lula ... You're still angry about that old thing, aren't you? I'm sorry about you.” 

“Let go of me!” lula's screech slammed the man's hand violently. 

“Ok.” He raised both his hands at chest level. Still with a gaze that implies curiosity. “We haven't seen each other in a long time. You are different now. So it's getting pretty! Don't you have time to just copy me?”  

“I don't have time for people like you!” 

Lula's breathing is getting faster now. Anger and anger mixed into one and penetrated into his heart, following the bad memories of the man before him. If you can choose, it's like to just disappear so you don't have to meet this jerk. 

“You're still as fierce as you used to be, but I like.” 

Inappropriately, he grabbed Lula's arm. Unexpectedly, Lula reacted quickly. Bend your knees and point to the deadliest part of the man.

Suddenly his face turned red. An immeasurable pain spread that made his two hands reflexively hold onto his most precious thing.

“You are still the same as before. Stay crazy, brazen and need to be annihilated!”

Lula rubbed his arm that the man had just touched, then without caring anything immediately stepped away.

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