HIDDEN WIFE
You're Not Defending Me In Front of Him!

"Who's jealous, Mah?"

"If it's not jealousy what's his name, Dirga? You're upset to know that Lula was in a relationship with Simon to silence Lula all. That's called jealousy!" mama Diana said, then without permission to leave Dirga for her room.

Stay alone sitting contemplating his feelings. Lazily the man headed for the television room and slammed his body on the sofa.

His mind floated at the thought of Mama Diana's words earlier. It's true, the fact that Lula is Simon's ex-lover makes his blood boil.

“Babylon, Dirga! Whatever Simon says about Lula is not true. I was drunk that night. But I can still remember even vaguely.”

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Nearly two hours Dirga spent sitting alone. TV he turned on, but not watched and just as a deserted repellent.

Sometimes his gaze was fixed on the door of the room not far from where he was sitting. Since entering the room, Lula did not come out so that Dirga created his own assumptions in his mind. 

“This koala is not out?” 

“Don't he get angry because I just let it go.” 

"For these monkeys!"

Surrender! He let out a long sigh, before standing up from his seat and heading towards the door of the room. I want to knock, but I doubt. What if Lula was really angry?

"Ah, fuck! Time just because humans like Simon have to be marahan?"

Tok Tok Tok! Dirga finally releases the ego. Three times the tall, upright man knocked on the door, but there was no word from the owner of the room. 

Bad thoughts again dominate, but Dirga tries to pull over. For him Lula was not the type of woman who put forward momentary emotions.

“Lula ... open the door, Honey!” he said softly, knocking again. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

“In the meantime, I'm changing clothes.” Sahutan from inside the room makes Dirga breathe a sigh of relief. At least Lula still replied in a tone that he thought was still human.

A few minutes later, the door of the room opened. Looks Lula with wet hair and pajama suit. Dirga stepped in without excuse. As soon as Lula turned her back, she locked the door from the inside, making Lula turn around and look at her in surprise.

“Why is the door locked?”

“Indeed why?” Instead of answering, he turned the question around.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Seeing the tiny pursed lips, Dirga also believes that Lula is still upset because of his actions earlier. 

Without saying a word, sobs began to echo. Undeniably, Dirga's doubts about herself scratched such a deep wound for Lula.

“I'm not angry but sad,” witty with teary eyes. Choose to leave her husband and sit at the dresser. There, he grabbed a piece of tissue and wiped his tears.

Dirga followed soon. He bowed his body and knelt before his wife. “Sad why?” 

“What in your eyes am I a cheap woman, Mas? You trust others more than me."

Although Lula had tried as much as possible to hold back, but the clear liquid just flowed on his cheek.

"I was dating Simon. But that doesn't mean I can give her something that's not her right, does it?"

"Who do I say trusts others more than you?"

"That was at the mall. You're looking for me with questions like that. Have you forgotten that you are already ..." Words hang. In his mind, there would be no point in explaining. Because Dirga still won't believe it. "I'm just explaining. You won't believe."

Dirga clasped the lentic fingers. Staring in the sad face of his wife. "I believe in you. Anyway, I still remember what happened that night even though I was drunk. I'm sorry if you were offended by my attitude. I'm not mad at you, I'm just annoyed at Simon's words."

Instead of subsiding, Lula's cry became even more. Dirga hugged and kissed her forehead repeatedly.

"Already, Honey! Don't cry anymore. Crying's only because your ex's a jerk."

"I'm not crying because of her. I'm sad you didn't defend me in front of him."

"Not defended how? As soon as I hit him he got to bonyok!"

Lula remained silent.

"Swipe slightly!" pinta Dirga so that Lula shifts her sitting position so that Dirga can sit there. He held the woman on his chest.

"I love you. As a husband, I don't accept that anyone says anything bad about you. Sorry if the way I showed it was wrong."

Dirga tightens the embrace. His hands outstretched with tears that fell soaked his wife's face. "I'm sorry, yeah."

Dirga's softness in persuading finally able to melt Lula's heart. She buried her body in the arms of her husband.

A few minutes later, Lula was able to stop her crying. "I'm sorry, too, Mom."

“It's okay. Small problems do not exaggerate. The next few days we get married, it's better to focus on that."

Lula nodded making Dirga take off her embrace. The man was silent for a moment while looking at his wife.

"By the way ... was in the mall instead of you saying you want to wear zebra lingerie, yes?”

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