HIDDEN WIFE
Turns ....

Lula was silent for a moment. Dirga's prank guess turns out to be true, making Lula more hesitant to explain that he actually had a relationship with the man. 

“Is he that bad, Mas?” asked Lula hesitated. The more his appetite is lost. He put the chopsticks on the table and sipped Dirga's avocado juice until it was not left. 

“Yes, he is indeed severe and a jerk. I used to be a playboy, too, but I didn't have a forbidden relationship. Eh you're using my juice anyway?” his protest looked at his empty glass of juice. 

“Sorry, haus.” Lula grabbed the tissue and rubbed her lips. 

“If you like avocado juice why the message is orange juice.” 

“With the orange juice wryly as you.” 

Dirga snorted, then grabbed Lula's orange juice.

“Lula, why not eat? You don't like the menu?” mama Diana asked who had seen Lula not touch her food. 

“Like, Mah. This just want to eat,” he replied while pulling a plate lazily. And again, Lula returned to playing the food with chopsticks.

“You really why the hell? Before going to the toilet, you were happy. Keep coming home straight moody. Are you sick, or is there a problem?” Finally the question that had filled his mind was revealed as well. Dirga was aware of Lula's attitude which changed drastically. 

“Did I just tell ya? Than Mas Dirga knew of others,” in inner Lula.

He went back to silence. His gloomy face made Dirga grab his hand and clasped. “Why you?” 

Lula looked at her husband who seemed to demand an answer. She looked down and dared not look her husband in the eyes.

“Mas ... there's actually something I want to talk to you about.” He glanced at Mama Diana while lowering her voice so that Mama Diana would not listen.

"Yes, what?"

“Actually ... I once had a relationship with your friend who was, Simon.” 

Like the roar of lightning in broad daylight, Dirga was so shocked to hear his wife's words that he choked on a piece of sushi that would pass through his throat. He coughed several times while rubbing his chest. 

“Drink, Mas.” Lula shifted a bottle of mineral water in front of her husband. 

“Mean it if you eat slowly a little so as not to choke!” seloroh Mama Diana's. Then it was back to focusing on his phone. The middle-aged woman seemed to be texting each other with her social friends.

"Russia, Lula ... Mom stayed at the table next door for a while. Join my mama's friends." He pointed to a table where several women his age had just arrived.

“Iya, Mah,” Dirga said.

"Mama wants to bring Zav to be known to them, you two eat alone first. Consider it a date!"

Both Dirga and Lula simply replied with a smile and a nod of their heads. Diana pushed the baby Zav train towards her friends. It seemed like he was going to introduce his favorite grandson with great pride.

While Lula was already looking worried after noticing her husband's shocked reaction. Dirga was silent for a moment. Make sure Mama Diana is sitting with her friends.

“You're serious about what you said?” he asked as if in disbelief.

Lula nodded slowly, making Dirga sigh long. Now he is guessing what Simon said earlier that he met his ex near the toilet. It was certain that the man meant Lula. Dirga realized Simon's shock when he found out that Lula was his wife. 

“Has fast as he was staring at you. Damn you!” He glanced at Lula with the tail of his eyes which gave the woman goosebumps. “But he never messed with you, right?” Getting the question, Lula spontaneously lowered her head. I don't know what to answer. 

“That's problem—” Lula's hanging remarks frustrate Dirga.

"What is that about? Answer it clearly!"

Just as Lula opened her mouth to reply, both of her eyes had already widened looking at someone who had just entered the restaurant. Simon walked leisurely towards an empty table that was only a few tables away from them. The more heightened the anger Dirga made.

"Suckers! He followed you here!" grumbled Dirga with a stifled rage. Especially when he realized Simon's gaze continued to lead to Lula.

He grabbed his wife's fingers and clasped so tightly that she grimaced.

“Sick of this, Mas!” He tried to take off, but the tighter Dirga clasped his hand. Even Lula could feel her husband's short fingernails stuck to the back of her hand.

“Jawab first my question earlier!” 

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