My wife, Dhia
Hold Little. It's painful, but it's only temporary.

Tonight, since the incident in the car when Dhia asked for an explanation, Dirga and Dhia no longer talk to each other. Either the heart is both being dominated by the ego, or is in the stage of palpating each other's hearts.

Currently, Dirga is in the workspace, reviewing hotel design designs for hospitality company Wira Citrawisata. While Dhia, the girl was in the kitchen helping Wiwik clean up the dirty dishes after dinner.

"Mbak Dhia and Mas Dirga why else, anyway, Ma'am? Diem-diem aja Wiwik attention from earlier."

"Wiwik is sad to know, Ma'am."

"Biasalah, Wik .. kayak do not know if you are Mas Dirga like where the person is."

Wiwik sighed softly.

How to let Mbak Dhia same Mas Dirga sticky, like glue can not be separated.? It feels like not to enter the room only both, continue not to key so as not to go anywhere until the morning. Very jolly Wiwik see it. Cerocos Wiwik in the heart.

"Guiv!"yelled Dirga from inside the study. The sound was so loud that it made Wiwik aghast.

"Oalah .. surprised me."Wiwik rubbed his chest."I-yes, Dirga's a."He hurriedly approached.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Make me warm tea."

"OK, Mum. Anything else?"

"No, that's it." said Dirga while looking at the laptop screen.

"Kirain what's screaming. Uh ... don't know just ask for tea, doang."

"Mas Dirga, Mas Dirga. Habits of ngagetin Wiwik.

"Later if Wiwik did not have a sudden heart attack. Wiwik right, not married."cerocos Wiwik from out of the work room to the kitchen.

"Why, Wik?"ask Dhia who is done with her work.

"This, Ma'am. Dirga's asking for tea."

"Let me do it."

"No, Ma'am. Let me just."

"Udah, Wik .. no, nothing. Make a drink for the husband, it's a reward. So, it's .. Let me just."

Wiwik smiles meaningfully."Gini, nih, if Soleha's wife. Diligent tinkering with husband even more rambling."

Dhia smiled faintly at Wiwik's chattering as she picked up the glass. Then fill it with one SerehWangi tea sachet and two tablespoons of sugar. Dhia's hand turned to take out a medium-sized flask filled with hot water.

It seems that the water that was filled in the flask was too full, so when Dhia wanted to pour it, the water first spilled and doused next to the back of her hand.

Aakhs!!

Shouted Dhia in awe.

"Oh my goodness, Madam Dhia."Wiwik blew Dhia's hand."It should have been Wiwik who made tea, nya."

Dhia grimacing."It's so sad, Wik."

"What's wrong?"Dirga suddenly came when he heard Dhia's screams.

"Mbak Dhia's hand was doused in hot water, Mas." said Wiwik.

"Jeez, Dhia."Dirga pulls Dhia's hand and blows it away."How can you, what?"The man's face looked worried.

"I was going to make tea for you, Mas." said Dhia.

"Kan, I told you. Why did Dhia make it?!"Dirga looked at the beaver Wiwik.

"Pardon me, Mum."Wiwik.

"It's not Wiwik's fault, Mas. But this is me asking. I offered to make you tea."I'm Dhia.

"Now you go get the burn ointment" Dirga told Wiwik.

"Splash!"

"Get ready, Dirga."Wiwik hastened to fulfill Dirga's decree. And came back to Dhia and Dirga who are currently in the living room sofa.

"Where are your hands? here."

Dhia stuck her hand at Dirga. The man grabbed it straight away.

"Lad."Dhia squealing.

"Hold a little. It's painful, but only temporary." said Dirga while continuing to smear the ointment on the back of Dhia's hand that looks reddened and swollen.

Dhia looked at Dirga.

"That's you, next time be careful. If this is the case, I'm also bothered."

I'm really confused by your attitude, Mas. Sometimes you are good. But it is not uncommon for you to make me cry. Sometimes you seem to worry about me. But it is not uncommon for you to ignore me. Sometimes you are warm, sometimes you can also turn very cold.

How long will I have to be patient with you? How long will your heart be open to me? bathin Dhia muttered.

Dirga raised her face."You heard me talking, didn't you, from earlier?"ask her with a face.

"Listen, Mas."

"Why keep quiet? answer, yes, cake. What, cake?!"

"Stay silent like a mute man. You're still mad at me, because of that?"ask Dirga, who still does not lose his tone.

Dhia flinched for a moment.

"I'll go to the room first, Mom. I'm sleepy."Dhia.

"Dhya,"

Call Dirga.

"Dhya!"Dirga chased after him, but Dhia had already entered the room.

"Open the door, Dhia."

"Dhya!"call Dirga in front of the minimalist black door.

Dirga let out a long breath.

Come, Dirga ... Don't get carried away. Why are you chasing that girl. Remember, your job is to hurt him. Make him depressed.

This, right, want you? Seeing Him cry, and keep getting hurt?!

Don't stupid. Don't be stupid and don't be blinded by love! dirga murmured in the heart. He looked at the closed door and walked to the main room.

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Building, Megantara Group.

"He ... Chantine .... Ayu."lirih Dirga while looking at the tall buildings that are equivalent to the height of the building where he stands today. While both hands rest on the glass railing balcony.

The man took a long breath.

"You're a good girl" she said again.

"But I hate you."His eyes are now burning sharp."Because you were born as a child, from a man who killed my father."

"Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan."Dirga smiled cynically.

"I will avenge all that you have done to my family in the past" muttered Dirga, unconsciously clenching her right hand to make her knuckles redden.

"Sore, darling ..."A woman greeted Dirga. Women with high stature, and pure white skin. As well as the soft shoulder-length hair on his white boat, making the woman seem sexy and seductive.

"I miss you, so much."The beautiful woman immediately hugged, while kissing Dirga's left cheek without hesitation. Like it was something he was used to doing.

"Why? What happened? (Why, what happened?)"ask the woman, who noticed Dirga's facial features earlier.

"Did your marriage not make you happy?"

Dirga hissing."Little boy knows what about marriage."

"What?!"The girl's eyes are round."I am an adult. It's good to say I'm a kid."The girl throws her lips in front of Dirga.

"Far, far away fly from Singapore, to Jakarta. What's up?"dirga asked as he walked into the study.

"Daddy asked for it. I've been told to help you, brother. Daddy said you have a new project? right, eh?"Tamara.

"Hemm."dirga's response was relaxed while sitting on a luxurious brown sofa in the workroom."How's Daddy doing?"

"He is fine. (He's good)."Tamara sat on the left side of Dirga.

"Have you checked into the hotel?"

Tamara nodded quickly.

"Why come? You better rest, there."

Tamara's croaked."I miss my brother. Are you not the same as me?"

"We haven't seen each other for a month. They have a wife. Forget it, same foster sister."Tamara throws lips.

Dirga. Hearing the word wife made him lazy. He hurried to stand. Put the laptop in the briefcase.

"Where are you going, brother?"Tamara grabbed her shoulder bag rushing to follow Dirga's steps walking out."I just arrived, you've been playing hazy."

"Where are you going, anyway?"

"home."

"I'm coming, huh?"Tamara is swaying spoiled to Dirga.

"Make what?"ask Dirga lazy.

"Call to know your wife. Can, right?"

Dirga did not answer. He just took a rough breath.

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Sendrapati Penthouse, Sandra,

"Where is your wife? How come there's no?"

"Maybe not home yet. Dhia was in college."sohut Dirga flat while loosening his tie.

Tamara mangosteen."Name, Dhia?"

"Hem."

"Say he's married. But what wedding photos, no?"tamara asked as she looked around every corner of the elite Penthouse room.

"It's none of your business." - Did Dirga Ketus. Both are now in the guest room.

Tamara turned around. Dirga's talk is so tight in his ears."Daddy told me everything."

Tamara sat down in front of Dirga. His legs felt melted from standing up earlier.

"You mean?"Dirga squinted.

"About your marriage."I'm Tamara."But I can't believe I didn't hear it right from your lips."

"Is everything true for reasons of revenge?"Tamara.

"true."

In that instant, no one realized that Dhia had returned. The girl stood in front of the open penthous door. His ears immediately grabbed an unexpected conversation. A question of all Dirga's behavior so far.

A grudge?

Netra Dhia is now decorated with clear circles. His standing body seemed to want to fall down because his knee suddenly became limp.

"When is this wedding?"The voice of the woman Dhia did not recognize.

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh."I don't know."

Tamara frowned."Why?"

Dirga did not answer.

"Is there a problem with the heart?"

Tamara's question left Dirga clueless."Whatchu mean?"

Tamara smiled faintly."I kept watching you. Like there's a problem. But from what I see, it doesn't seem like a job issue."

Dirga smiled wryly."Don't be so ignorant."

"But a matter of the heart."Tamara doesn't seem to want to stop snooping.

Dirga.

"Don't tell me you're in love with her. A dilemma with feelings. Between revenge and love."

"like that. Aye, right?"Tamara. At that moment, Dirga laughed.

"Love you said?"Dirga was still trying to ease the laughter, which Tamara thought was enigmatic.

Tamara nodded.

"That's impossible, Tamara. I hateit. And until any time, I'll never love her."

A smile of relief flashed on Tamara's face.

"Until any time, any time!"reiterate Dirga with full affirmation.

At that time, Dhia who was still listening from outside the open door, finally could not stand up. Sentence, by sentence that kept roaring from inside there made his heart want to scream screaming. No longer could he resist the disappointment and nicks of the wound that always came out of the man's lips.

Dhia immediately turned around to want to leave. But at the same time he saw Wiwik suddenly appear out of nowhere, while carrying some groceries such as vegetables in both hands of the woman.

"loh, loh ... Madam Dhia, where are you going? How crying?"tanya Wiwik fast. But the crying girl did not want to answer and hurriedly entered the elevator.

"Here, why else, this?"Wiwik breathed a tired sigh.

"This, must be because of Mas Dirga again, this, for sure!"Wiwik grumbled into the Penthouse."Assalamualai .."yelling Wiwik but paused.

"Kum." So smile thinly."There's a guest, anyway. Pretty girl apparently. Pantesan, Madam Dhia's escaped."lih Wiwik.

"What's? Dhia escaped?"Dirga immediately stood up when he heard the sound of Wiwik.

"L-yes, Dirga's Mas."Sahut Wiwik fast. Either maybe it was because of the chatter that sometimes recurred when hearing the voice of Dirga who was surprised.

"Can't you?"

"E-don't know, Mom. But just now Wiwik wants to enter, Madam Dhia already cry misek-misek. Pas Wiwik tanyain, uh ... Madam Dhianya, even go that way."

"Gosh my god."Dirga rubbed his face rough. Dhia must have heard my conversation with Tamara. Dirga immediately grabbed the car keys that he accidentally put on the table.

"Where are you going, brother?"ask Tamara when Dirga hastily came out.

"Search, Dhia."