HIDDEN WIFE
08- Bonus

Not much different from the happiness felt by Jeff and Mentari, Dirga and Lula's life was shrouded in happiness. If returning home used to feel bland for Dirga, now home is something that is most awaited by him. 

Because once you arrive home, a shady smile full of love will welcome you complete with the aroma of mouth-watering cuisine. Also an adorable little baby who can always get rid of saturation after a long day at work in the office. 

Nine months have passed since her second marriage. 

It's been three weeks now that Dirga and Jeff are out of town. The construction of an amusement park in collaboration with ANVA Group forced the two to stay away from the family. 

Not easy indeed, Zav has turned one year old and is being funny. The thing that makes Dirga longs every day, so that making video calls so have free time. Call ‘ayah’ with pronunciation not perfect from Zav alone is able to eliminate fatigue that fills his head. 

While Jeff is looking forward to anxiously awaiting the birth of his first child who is expected to stay counting days. Sometimes he was pounding thinking about what his baby would look like, whether it would look like him or his mother, and what it would be like to be a father? Will there be any sense of pride every time carrying her as she found on Dirga's face while carrying her son? 

Jeff did not know anymore, certainly his desire was only to finish the job immediately to quickly go home and accompany his wife before labor. 

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“Father sure Mr Arman ask to see you here?” Jeff's gaze swept across the room of a night entertainment venue. From where they were standing now, it was clear that the aura and the smell of alcohol were seething.

“He said so.” The short answer from Dirga created a thin frown on Jeff's forehead. 

"A promise in a place like this? Is there no other place? Restaurant for example."

"You don't know Mr. Arman. He's offered good stuff a few times."

"Good stuff?" Jeff's face was full of questions.

"That!" Dirga pointed to a chair, where several women in open clothes were sitting, and one thing Dirga realized, Jeff never wanted to set foot in the nightlife and hated intoxicating drinks.

"Go home, sir!" bring him.

"What about Uncle Arman?"

"You can meet tomorrow."

Just as Jeff was about to step up, several beautiful women who presented open chests and smooth thighs approached. They stared like hungry lions, the sturdy body wrapped in expensive clothes was enough to explain that the two men who had just arrived were from the upper class, and it was a delicious meal for those women. 

“Hai Mas handsome, have you ordered the table yet? We are temenin, yes.” 

Jeff shuddered when a beautiful woman swung spoiled on his arm. The man looked at the boss as if asking for help. Instead of helping, Dirga was struggling to get away from the woman who was staring at them savagely. 

“If caught wife to a place like this, can hang me, sir!”

“You think I don't?” Dirga used her arms to push the woman away as a form of rejection. His flat face described dislike. 

Can't stand it, Jeff also hit the hand of one of the women who embraced it. “Sorry, we are here to meet friends, not for snacks, so don't expect any tips!” 

At the same time, the women began to move away. 

“Beautiful-beautiful huh, Jeff!” chirps Dirga stared at the sexy body and smooth thighs that were getting away from her sight. 

Jeff's jaw was wide open. Even though his boss was acting as if he did not care, but now even praised. “Sama are so you interested?” 

“I'm a normal guy, Jeff. Interested in a beautiful woman is reasonable.” 

“That's important don't poke carelessly, I'm afraid you're told responsibility!” 

“You're this suuzon keep the same me!” 

Not far from them stood, it appeared that a man in his roughly forty years was sitting with several women dressed openly. Jeff nudged the boss' arm and pointed at the man with the look in his eyes. 

“Crocodile is also her!” Dirga still could not believe that the man who asked to meet at that place was sitting relaxed while enjoying a drink. 

“Just go home, Sir. That Mr. Arman also seems to be drunk. What do you want to talk to someone who is drunk?” 

"Badjatan also yes, ngajak we met even mabok."

The vibration of the cell phone that was in the pocket of Dirga's pants cut their chatter. Dirga took out that rectangular flat object. A plain face without makeup in pajamas seemed to fill the phone screen when Dirga shifted the camera symbol. 

“Iya, Darling!” Dirga smiled broadly revealing her white teeth.

“Where are you, Mas?” A question that made Dirga flounder. How stupid of him who was not aware of where he was and even answered the video call. Surely Lula will think that's not it.

“I am at restaurant—” A lie just uttered.

Lula's eyes are squeaking. Suspicion began to seep when she saw the lights behind her husband. Lula was able to guess where her husband was. “You to discotheque, Mas?” 

“Sorry, Dear. This was to meet Mr. Arman. Jeff is here too!” He pointed the phone screen at Jeff's face to convince his wife. 

There Lula already showed the face of a fierce wife.

“I don't want to know, you have to go back to the hotel right now! Just be careful if snacking carelessly!” 

“Iya, Darling. I'm home now.” 

Jeff's lips clenched in laughter.

“Sokor! It's nice to be satronin wife?” 

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