HIDDEN WIFE
I'm sorry, Son!

That night Dirga was in a cafe with a friend, Doctor Allan. An obstetrician who happens to be dealing with Lula and Alika. 

“Allan, how is Lula's condition now? When can he come home?” ask Dirga. 

“Lula is better. Tomorrow can go home.” 

Dirga breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips. “Sgratitude.” 

“You're crazy too, yeah. Turns out to have two wives.” Doctor Allan chuckled. He was quite surprised to learn that his friend had a wife other than Alika. “By the way how is Alika doing after the incident this morning?” 

“It's okay. He was calmer,” Dirga replied as she stirred the food on the plate with a spoon. The man seemed to have no appetite for food. Especially since the horrendous incident in the entire hospital.

Doctor Allan stared at Dirga intensely. There were still questions in his mind that were thirsty for answers.

“Are you really going to grant Alika's request to divorce Lula and claim custody once your child is born?” 

Silently for a moment, Dirga put the spoon and fork on the plate, then gulped down the mineral water. Doctor Allan's question made his appetite suddenly disappear. 

“I don't know. On the one hand I feel guilty for betraying Alika. But on the other hand I feel I have a very close bond with Lula. If asked if I would divorce her, I really don't know.” 

“I understand. You are on weight choice.” 

“I have to how, Lan? Since the beginning Alika has bound me with a promise that I can not deny.” 

“And that promise torments you,” muttered Allan making Dirga glance at him at a glance.

"Please take it as a form of compensation."

Allan looked back at Dirga. “Continue how is Lula's fate? You're gonna destroy him? Divorced and took his son. Don't you feel that it's too evil?” 

Dirga jerked. Suddenly the air inside the vast room seemed not enough for him to breathe. “I know, but I have no other choice. You know for yourself how Alika. If I hadn't done it, maybe he would have really jumped from the eleventh floor.” 

“But it's not just Alika's feelings that you have to take care of. What you should be leading is Lula. She's pregnant with your child.” 

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After spending time with Doctor Allan, Dirga returns to Alika's treatment room. It appears that his wife was sitting leaning back while playing her mobile phone, which she then hid under a pillow after realizing her husband's arrival. 

“Friends you've gone home?” ask Dirga. Because earlier when leaving Alika to go to the cafe, he was the arrival of his female friends. So Dirga chose to meet with Allan in a cafe.

“Have been home an hour ago. Where have you been?” alika asked glanced at the clockwise direction on the wall that was already pointing at the number ten. 

“I'm out of the cafe with Allan.” Dirga dropped his body on the sofa. 

Alika looked at him fixedly, clearly a tired look on her face. In recent days, Dirga was less rest because the morning had to go to the office and the night accompanied Alika in the hospital. He just went home to take a shower and change his clothes. 

“You haven't seen that woman, have you?” Alika looked suspicious. “I'm just afraid he's snatching you from me.” 

“You don't have to think about anything. After all as long as I haven't divorced her, she's still entitled to me.” 

“Sorry, Al. I'm so tired today. I want a break.”

The new Alika will say something, but Dirga laid her body back. 

The woman pondered for a while. Then she grabbed her phone again after believing her husband was sound. 

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Time showed at twelvepm when Dirga awoke from her sleep. He sat on the sofa and rubbed the back of his neck. Glancing at Alika who had fallen asleep in a blanket, he walked up to her. Then move out of that room.

Dirga entered the room where Lula was being treated. He stepped very carefully so that the sound of his foot was not heard.

It seems Lula is sleeping. Dirga sat on a chair on the side of the bed and looked at the woman's face. His hand rubbed his hair.

He was pensive, staring at Lula's face until without feeling the time continued to roll towards dawn.

"I'm sorry, Lula. I must have hurt you so much. If I had any other choice, none of this would have happened."

One hand Dirga rubbed the still flat stomach. Gently wrap it.

"I'm sorry, son!"

Dirga glanced at the clockwork direction on his wrist. Before Alika woke up, she already had to go back into the room.

He stared fixedly at Lula's innocent face, stroking and peeling Lula's forehead and stomach very carefully so that Lula did not wake up. Dirga also confirmed the blanket wrapped in his wife's body before coming out of the room.

After Dirga's departure, a clear liquid was seen flowing through the tip of Lula's eye. He opened his eyes and looked at the door.

It had been three days that he realized the presence of Dirga who every night quietly came and accompanied him until almost morning. However, Lula pretended to be unaware.

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Dirga was shocked when he entered Alika's room and found his wife had woken up. Alika never woke up this early. What else is still dark outside.

"Where are you from?" ask Alika.

Instead of answering, Dirga sat down on the sofa, then pulled the phone out of his pants pocket. "Why did you get up so early?"

"You haven't answered my question, Dirga. Where are you from?"

"I'm getting some fresh air. Oh yeah, mama just sent a message, he said in a few days will return from abroad," said Dirga made Alika's eyes rounded.

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