My wife, Dhia
The Hunger Strike

Metallic black sedan cars rolled from the Sendrapati Penthouse, into the city streets that still look crowded in the afternoon. The man's Netra continued to net the tracks almost every corner of the city. But the figure of the girl he wanted to look for was invisible.

"Dhia, Dhia .. so glad you ran away. How quickly did he say it."Dirga muttered as he let out a rough sigh. He regretted his blatant mouth answering Tamara's question. If only the expression had not been triggered, Dhia would not have left. Thought regretting.

Dirga pulled over the car. His hand moved grabbing a flat object from inside his suit pocket. Play with her to find the girl's name. He immediately put the flat object beside his ear. Connected, but no answer.

Dhia ... please, pick up! bathin Dirga pleads. This is already a call to three. But the woman seemed reluctant to answer.

But Dirga did not give up. He repeated again. Patience finally came to fruition, right on the fourth call, a welcoming voice rang out from behind his phone.

Hello, assalamualaikum.

A familiar voice in Dirga's ear. But he was sure it wasn't Dhia's voice.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma."

Dhia doesn't want to talk.

The voice of a middle-aged woman is none other than Rossa's. The middle-aged woman's voice was cold. It makes Dirga guess, that the woman knows, and Dhia has told her everything.

If you want to follow Dhia, next time. Dhia still seems angry and disappointed with you, Rossa continued.

"Well, Ma."sahut Dirga was disappointed.

Momentary silence.

If you are not busy, tomorrow Mama wants to talk with you. Can it?

"Can, Ma. Tomorrow, Mama set the place. I'm coming."

Alright. If so, then first, yes. Assalamualaikum says.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma."Dirga breathed a heavy sigh.

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The residence, Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan.

"Going from home left the husband, not good, son." said Rossa while putting Dhia's phone on the nightstand, right next to Dhia's bed.

"What kind of husband did you have, Ma?"Dhia looked at her mother."Dirga has hurt me many times. He told me he would never love me. And today, he's talking like that in front of women, Ma."Netra Dhia came back, when jealousy, disappointment, which was so painful to tear his heart when it stopped again.

"Maybe it's his girlfriend. He talks like that to other women. I think it's the same way he wanted to give another woman a gap between our marriages."

Rossa sighed heavily while rubbing Dhia's tiny back."Patience, darling. Patience ..."

"And another one, Ma .. about that grudge. I don't know what she married me for?"

"I don't understand at all, Ma."Dhia is now back sobbing while shrinking the clear fur that continues to drip."Dirga Mas heart, Ma. She never sensed that I loved her, and she loved her, Ma."

"Cry, son. Crying as much as you. It'll make you happy."Rossa rubbed Dhia's back again."Stay here if you're not ready to go back. It's okay."

"Please your heart first."Rossa smiled faintly."Mama's out first, yeah. Before you go to bed, don't forget to clean."

"In a moment, maghrib."

Dhia nodded slowly."Yes, Ma."

"Why that kid?"malik asked when Rossa had entered the room. The middle-aged man's voice was strong enough to the point of making Rossa's shoulders squeak.

"Dhia, Dhia ..."Rossa gulps.

"Custom, Mas .. small quarrels in the household." said Rossa finally."Dhia is not yet a grown-up. There's a little problem, run away, huh."Rossa set the look of the face so as not to seem nervous.

"Problems, what?"Malik frowned.

"That, anu .. e ...."Rossa again gulped."Dhia had accidentally seen Dirga stories of women. It seems like Dhia is jealous blind. That's why I ran away here."

"When not necessarily Dirga cheating, maybe it's just his coworkers, just. Dhia misunderstood it like, Mas."

"The evidence was Dirga kekeuh want to pick up. But Dhia doesn't want to."

"What does your son want?"ask Malik ketus."It's nice husband wants to pick up. Still stubborn. What if Dirga hands off and leaves him?"

"I'm the one who's bothered to pay off tens of billions of debts, just like your ghost."

"You want that to happen? My company went bankrupt because of your favorite son?"

Rossa flinching. Again Dhia who made as a shield to pay his debts. To be honest, Rossa really doesn't accept it. But she could do nothing now, other than follow her husband's greedy lust.

"When is he here?"malik asked with a dislike look.

"Just a minute, Mom. Until Dhia calms back down. You take it easy, I'll persuade Dhia to come back."

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Sendrapati Penthous

Dirga nyelonong just walked in. He did not look around every corner of the Penthouse room, not realizing that Tamara had not left.

"Sister,"

Dirga stopped and looked straight at me."You haven't returned to the inn? Why are you still here?"

"So, you're nagging me.?"Tamara put on a disappointed face.

Dirga clucking."It's not like that, Tamara."

"So what's her name?"

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh."I'm not ngusir. But you should know, you can't possibly sleep here."

"I'm your sister, you know."

"Adoptive sister, Tamara. You have to remember that."effs Dirga reminded.

"What if my brother is adopted? We're not doing anything, are we, here?"

"Again, there's Wiwik too. What's there to worry about?"

Dirga returned to sigh. This time with a sad face. Dhia ran away already made him not careless. Tamara added that increasingly makes it must be more patient. His foster sister is very difficult to give understanding.

"You better get back to the hotel. I'm gonna take a break."

"Sister."Tamara scowls.

"Northwest."Dirga sharpens eyes.

Tamara immediately snorted, picked up her branded bag from the table, then stepped up in annoyance.

Dirga shook her head then continued on towards the room.

"Mas, Mas Dirga .."prevent Wiwik.

"What else?"Dirga answered with great emphasis.

Wiwik cengenesan."Wiwik just called once, Mas. What else, he replied."

"Casual, Mas, relax ... Don't be angry, Mas. How will you get old soon? No longer fit dong, same Madam Dhia. You see, Dhia's mom is a baby face, that's."

Dirga twisting lazy bolamata."What are you talking about? Spoonfuls. Don't have to beat around the bush. A waste of time, anyway."

"Geez, Mum, Dirga. Just said Wiwik, don't be angry. It's just getting really angry."

"What do you really want to say, Wik? No need to muter-muter. Speaking of."

Wiwik cleared his throat."Anu, Mommy ... Madam Dhia, where? Why not go home?"

"Home of his mother."Dirga answered lazily."Anything else?"

Wiwik.

"So you're talking long-winded, just want this much?"

"I-iya, Mom. Why why?"

"Waste your time." said Dirga.

"Mas Dirga."Call Wiwik again.

"What else?!"Dirga.

"Dining in the kitchen or Wiwik inter to the top." said Wiwik hesitated.

"No need. I want to go straight to sleep." said Dirga as he stepped straight.

"Hemm ..detected. This must be bad again, this. Left to go on hunger strike. Alesan, go to bed. Crying in the room."

"If there is a Dhia Ma'am, aja, sok-sok'an cuek, snob, sok jaim. Though if left directly potek it, his heart."

"Mas Dirga, Mas Dirga."Wiwik.

The hunger strike still continues. And it happened in the morning, when Dirga was about to leave for the office. The man left in a hurry when Wiwik offered to fill the stomach first.

Tuh, right. Wiwik's heart. Dirga is upset again. Poor too, anyway. Later if it hurts how. murmured Wiwik. Then like finding the idea he immediately grabbed the phone from inside his pants pocket to send a message to someone.