My wife, Dhia
You Should Get Married

The streets look deserted. The heavy rain that afternoon made people lazy to come out. Only one or two people pass through. Maybe because of a sudden affair. Or because you want to go home and go home.

A car pulled over on the road. It was seen a girl descending while holding an umbrella patterned with small flowers dominated by Lilac color, while occasionally crying like wanting to ask for help to anyone passing by. She is, Dhia Chantika Ayu.

"It's very lonely."Dhia clucked."How about to go home if the car breaks down like this. Mama must be anxious." muttered while glancing at the clock that already showed the hour at 05:30 pm. Ten minutes passed. Not too long to wait for the rain to stop. Dhia doesn't seem desperate. He found out the culprit of the problem that caused the car to crash in the middle of the wrong time.

"Hi, pretty lady!"

The sound of the group coming from behind. Making Dhia's head hit the hood of the car in surprise.

"What do you want?" Dhia's face was anxious.

The four bandit-style men only laughed in unison while putting on a grinning smile.

"He asked what we wanted."One of the most beautiful men spoke and laughed again."Of course you want your body. You think we're stupid to leave a beautiful woman here alone without tasting her?"

Again, the man laughed. Followed by other friends. So disgusting.

"Don't come any closer."Dhia slowly retreated. "Please .. please!"He screamed while asking for help. But no one passed by. The weather's getting darker. He was so scared.

One of the men wearing a checkered shirt with the buttons open suddenly silenced Dhia's mouth and dragged the girl into the thickets."Let's finish it!"take it to another friend.

"Please let me go.! Please ... !"Dhia continued to thrash with all efforts despite the difficulty of shouting because of being silenced. Berlin netranya. He was increasingly desperate to ask for help when the blouse he was wearing was torn pulled by the depraved men who thirsted for lust.

Bugh!!

A hard blow landed on the backs of the two men who were already in the diabolical. The reflexes of both of them immediately fell together.

"Take him off!" A handsome man who had just come along with his sturdy but neat-bodied partner shouted at the two delinquents who were gripping Dhia. But the two men were not afraid. Opposed and even threw a punch at the handsome man.

But alas, with a flash the handsome man managed to fend off. And floated the raw bogem until the two evil men fell into the bushes."Kubuurs!"yelled at the wrong criminals who had lost their guts. Followed by his other friends. Who also ran away and ran away.

"Are you okay?" The handsome, tall and sweet-looking man approached Dhia and asked very politely. The girl was still crying in a convoluted position while hugging herself with her two tiny hands.

"Let me help you."The man touched Dhia's shoulder and slowly helped her up. Dhia is so limp. His strength was drained for the sake of struggling to rebel to escape the hands of the savage man. I don't know, if it wasn't the presence of this man standing in front of her. He was already horrified to imagine how his fate would be after that.

"Thank you."Dhia looked at the man with a sad face."This is the second time you've helped me. You're very nice."

Dhia recalled the incident a week ago. When he had just come out of a restaurant was about to cross over to the campus where he was educated. He walked daydreaming. It was like a burden was on his mind.

Tiiin!!

Tiiin up!

"Revelation!" the man exclaimed as he pulled Dhia's tiny body and wrapped it around.

"Jeez."Dhia regretted her stupidity."You okay?"he asked because he felt bad for the sturdy man standing in front of him.

"I should have asked that. You okay?"

Dhia did not answer. He was even amazed to look at the beautiful sculpture that was scratched in every curve on the face of the man. The gaze of the eagle's eyes, sharp, yet washed away. His firm jaw, looks so charismatic.

"Other times that path should be focused. Don't daydream."The man returned to voice. At that moment Dhia also woke up.

"I-iya .. Thank you for saving me."Dhia smiled."If not.. surely the car broke my bones."Dhia nodded slowly.

"It's okay."The man smiled back. Engraved a dazzling smile that made Dhia blush.

"Where are you? do I need to take you?"

Dhia quickly shook her head. In his heart he really wanted to. He had to refuse. It's not polite to bother people. Especially the one who met for the first time.

"No need. I'm going to college."Dhia appointed a campus of Binabangsa University Indonesia. Which was about twenty meters from where they stood."Again, thank you."

"OKs. I'll go first."The man smiled and walked to a restaurant. The place where Dhia had just come out to fill her empty stomach.

"It's okay. Now come with me. I'll take you home."

"But, what about my car?"

"That let my driver take care of me. Now you have to go home. It's almost night." the man thrust out one hand."Come on."

Dhia flinch as she gulps.

"Don't be afraid." the man seemed to understand Dhia's uneasiness."I'll take you home safely to the front of the house. Believe this. I'm not a bad person."

The corners of Dhia's lips are drawn thin. He welcomed the hand. Walking in the middle of a thicket that is quite high. He followed the strapping steps that led him.

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"God. Stupid me!"Dhia patted her eel."From talking to each other I don't know his name. Fucking o'on."

"Why can't I try? Fucking me!"Dhia continued to walk into the house while grumbling after the handsome man who drove her had darted a while ago.

Prssth ...!

A large urn fell on the floor, scattered and leaving only sharp fragments. It will hurt a lot if it gets hit by the debris. But Dhia's heart hurts more to see the fights that occur every day. His parents' quarrels were almost never over. The noise almost every time filled the luxurious house he lived in. But the luxury he felt seemed meaningless. Harmony is already being tainted.

Dhia who just opened the door again closed it. He shut in. Waiting for everything to be quiet. I don't know how long he waited. Because the screaming voice of the middle-aged man that until now he respected still roared from inside there. The net is back in the mirror. He stood with a stiff body of fear.

"Dhia's still in college, Mas. Please don't take away her future."I heard Mama crying with a voice that sounded crying.

"I don't want to know. I want my money back. I raised him with great difficulty. This is when he should repay all my kindness."

Argha! shouted the middle-aged man.

Bugh!

"Mama!"Dhia finally came in. Shocked after hearing the impact from inside the house. She saw that Mom was under the chair. The middle-aged woman's forehead looked blue.

"Father! What's papa doing?"Dhia looked at the middle-aged man with a look full of disappointment."Papa is so. Did Papa never love Mama?"

"A husband should take care of his wife. Not even hurt her."

"Nobody's rude" The man raised one hand.

"Don't, Mas!"Rossa quickly prevents and encloses Dhia. The man's jaw is hardened. Like wanting to pounce on Dhia right then and there.

Dhia's voice sounded high. As if he had exhausted his patience. Respect is no more for him this time. Because that man really crossed the line. There was clearly no genuine affection on his face.

"Explain to her what I said earlier."The middle-aged man slightly lowered his voice."Remember. I don't want any rejection."

Dhia brought her mother into the room. He compresses Rossa's forehead turning blue. Give him antibiotics so as not to leave a sense of pulse. Carefully his hand touched that white forehead. And stop when Rossa touches and grabs her into his grasp.

"Already, son. The pain is gone."Rossa threw a thin smile almost invisible. He rubbed the back of Dhia's hand with great affection.

"Mama want to say something?"Dhia opened her voice after a moment of silence.

This time it was Rossa.

"Ma ..."

"Your father."Rossa spoke doubtfully. He looked at Dhia with a wounded heart.

"I know, Ma."

"Have you heard everything?"Rossa looked at the girl in disbelief.

Dhia shook her head slowly."Haven't. But I heard Papa wanted Mama to tell me something. What is it, Ma?"

"Your father lost the tender."

"Certainly? What does this have to do with me?"tanya Dhia did not understand.

"Papa you've been jor-joran spending money on it. Now, we've got nothing left, son."

Dhia. He was still waiting for Mama to finish everything she wanted to say.

"So noon ... Papa you met a young businessman in this town. He gave a loan to your father. Half of the company's money that has been forfeited will be loaned to help your Papa company that is almost bankrupt. And will give your father money for free."

"But on condition ..."Rossa hung up her sentence. There was a sense of anxiety that did not want to hurt his eldest daughter's heart.

"What terms, Ma?"Dhia asked with a thumping heart.

"You must marry that young businessman."

Dhia again silenced. He swallowed his saliva which suddenly became a mute. Heart's broken. How can a father sell his biological children for money?

"You know for yourself what your Papa is, son. He's very ambitious. For him, his wealth and company are the main ones. He won't stay silent."

Rossa took a deep breath."Yes ... Mama understands. Without money and hard work our Papa wouldn't be like this. Life's good. And full of luxury."

"What we want we can get easily. Mama understands why your father is like this. Putting money is everything."

"But not in this way, Ma?!"

"Dhio ..."

"Papa gaga." said Dhia while crying.

"Your father's heart is hard, son. Mama has given him understanding but he doesn't care. Nor do you want you to have to endure all this."

"But Mama has no power to fight it."Rossa's voice vibrated. Dhia knew her mother was also in pain.

"He's been working hard raising you and your sister, the Inca. Put you up high and fulfill all your desires. Maybe it's time for you to return all the favor, son."

Dhia sontak. He looked at his mother in disbelief."Is there a father who raised his son selflessly, Ma?"

"Ma .. I'm his son."Dhia was beating her chest which felt tight."But why would Papa have the heart, Ma?"Dhia's voice was restrained. The net drains the clear grain without being asked.

"I'm confused ..." Dhia stand up."Actually, Papa's my real father isn't he, Ma?"

Rossa was silent for a moment. Then back to sound."This why? Why are your clothes torn?"

"E-nothing, Ma. It was just ripped from a nail tart."I Dhia lied. Not wanting the problem that had just filled him a moment ago even became a burden for his mother.

"Ma ..."

"Yes, son?"

"Why Papa the heart? Does he not love me?"Dhia grabbed his mother's hand.

Rossa fell silent. His face changed.