HIDDEN WIFE
Sure, Zav's Sleeping Here?

Dirga stared at his wife. His eyes bulged with open jaws. For a moment he seemed to lose his mind due to surprise. The man did not even fully believe that the woman before him was indeed his wife. 

He examined the body. Lula looks very different in a thin lingerie patterned with black and white lines resembling zebra skin. 

While Lula immediately looked down in embarrassment as she realized her powerless husband was blinking at her. Don't forget her suddenly red cheeks. 

“Where are you from?” A pleasant question he asked the husband. 

“I'm from the apartment. Take hape all break for a while,” he replied casually.

Lula looked at the appearance of her husband. If Dirga usually looks formal with shirt and pants material, now looks quite relaxed with a jacket and jeans. It was very cool for Lula. She shaved off the fine hair that had grown on her face, which made her husband look younger. 

Dirga closed the door and locked it. Then walk towards the corner of the room and open the jacket he was wearing. Now only a shirt is left that makes the shape of the body of the stocky look clear. Lula was still frozen staring at that wide back. A silly thought suddenly entered, for some reason he felt like leaning there. It'll be very comfortable.

“Why is it so?” dirga asked when he realized his wife's gaze. 

Lula. 

“It's okay, Mas.” 

The woman is still frozen. Her memories revolved around the night she first met Dirga a year ago. Where the man was the husband of his boss—whose pity was drunk and took his chastity unknowingly. 

Lula roused from the daydream. Back focused on her husband's seductive body. High posture towering with arm muscles that are not too large, following a slightly puffed chest. Perfect in Lula's view. 

The woman dissolved in delusion until she was unconscious again since when Dirga stood right in front of her in a very close distance. He hides a red hue on his cheek. 

Noticing Lula's timid expression, Dirga pulled her into a hug. “You why is his face so?” With a small laugh.

“It's okay.” Lula leaned her head against her chest until she could hear her husband's heartbeat and voice. Lula's eyes closed enjoying the sense of peace he had gained in that warm embrace. 

“Why am I so embarrassed. Is it because I've never been dressed openly like this before Mas Dirga?” 

The two were silent and hugged each other.

“I'm pretty shocked, look at you dressed like this.” The more embarrassed Lula made it until the heat felt radiating on her cheeks, which she then buried in the niche of her husband's neck.

“Iya, Darling.”

Dirga smelled his wife's crown and sipped a fragrant scent from there. Then glanced towards the bed where her little baby seemed to be soundly asleep in a blanket.

“Zav want to sleep here or drop off to mama first?” A question that implies the desire to spend the night alone without interference from anything. 

“Here only, Mas. What other family says if the child with the mother? I'm embarrassed.” 

"Can't be okay. They must understand that we need both."

"It doesn't matter, Mas. Here alone his Zav," Pinta Lula expectantly. It would be a shame for him to leave his son to the in-laws.

Dirga nodded slowly. “Ya. But sure Zav won't fuss?” 

“Indeed since when does Zav fuss night-night?” 

“I mean ... afraid it fits well again he wakes up asking for milk.” Dirga's vulgar remarks to Lula made the woman bite her lower lip and Dirga could never bear to see it. The tiny lips that always looked red were adorable. If it doesn't start soon, it can lose control. 

“Zav rarely wakes up at night. At most dawn wake up.” 

Dirga breathing a sigh of relief. “Good. Then you change the clothes first yes!” 

Lula took off a hug and scrutinized her body, thinking there was something wrong with her appearance. “Indeed why, Mas?” 

“I thought you'd look really sexy wearing a zebra shirt. But it turns out—” Dirga's words that hang create a thin wrinkle on his wife's forehead. 

“What's real?” Lula looked questioningly. 

“You look like a zebra cross,” replied Dirga pursed her lips holding back a laugh. Making the sweet smile that adorned Lula's face dim at that very instant. 

“Maasssss!!!!” 

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