My wife, Dhia
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Dirga sits directly facing the laptop. The eyes were fixed, but empty. The shadow of Dhia's face continues to interfere as she tries to focus. He ended up wasting rough breath because he felt tired of regulating the mind to stay in sync with work.

"Morning, baby."

"Morning, Dhia."Dirga without looking at the people who come.

"What's? Dhia?!"repeat Tamara doesn't like it.

Dirga immediately turned his head and the second was also blown away."Uh ... I-I mean, you. Yes, you .... Tamara."Dirga.

"More about Dhia?"Tamara approached Dirga.

Dirga let out a long breath."Don't be so ignorant."

Tamara stared at me not like."Remember the mission of revenge."

Dirga.

"Many wonder, though. Why also Daddy told you to take revenge, but had to marry his son. Is there no other way?"

"Why not go to his father directly. His father is the problem."

"If it's like this, I'm the one who bothers to be."

"Why are you bothering?"Dirga.

"E-nothing ..nothing."Tamara nengir's.

Dirga grabbed the draped files neatly inside the large blue map."Bring this, you and Gio go first to the construction site."

"Aren't you together?"Tamara looked disappointed.

"I still have business. Later if I have time to stop by there."

"What business?"

"Don't everybody want to know. Remember, Daddy sent you here for what?"Dirga raised both eyebrows."Help me manage the Wira CitraWisata hotel project. It is your job to work. Not assigned to monitor me."

The right corner of Tamara's lips is attracted.

"Don't sulk. It'll be beautiful to lose."Dirga pinched Tamara's right cheek. Then grab the suit that covers the back of the chair. Then walk out to fulfill the promise to her in-laws, Rossa.

Rossa and Dirga are in a restaurant. That place, Rossa chose. There's no Malik there. Moreover, Dhia. They really are just the two.

"I'm sorry, Mama's interrupting your work hours."

"No, Ma. Not at all."so sure Dirga."But, what do you really want to talk about?"

"It's about Dhia, and you."Rossa stared deeply into the eyes of her son-in-law's eagle.

Dirga.

"Dhia told me everything was the same Mama. Dhia heard all your talk with a woman. Who's that woman?"ask Rossa without further ado.

"She, Tamara. My foster sister, Ma."I'm honest with you.

Rossa breathed a sigh of relief.

"About the talk that Dhia had heard, that you said you would never love her. What's that supposed?"Rossa asked coldly. Still hints at calmness. The woman's face was shady. But a tinge of distress was drawn on the face that was no longer that young.

"That's, I ..."Dirga swallowed his saliva in confusion.

"Mama knew from the beginning that your marriage was never okay. Mama also knows that you lied to Dhia if you loved her since the first time you met."

"Why, Dirga?"Rossa looked disappointed.

"For revenge?"ask Rossa a different question. But Dirga flinching.

"What revenge? Why Dhia?"

Dirga is still flinching.

"Dirga, Mama asked. Please answer me!"

"Still remember the deceased, Handika Gumilang?"Dirga raised her face. Reply looked at Rossa who was currently shocked.

Gumilang Handika? So he's the son of the late Mas Handika and Arini? bathin Rossa swallowed with agitation.

"The man accused of suicide for a corruption case involving him 20 years ago."Dirga's still staring at Rossa."He's my father."

"Why? Mom surprised?"Dirga smiled cynically.

While Rossa, the woman still could not believe what she had just heard. The shadow of the past he has closed tightly in his dark storybook sheet. Who would have thought it would come back after all this time.

Dirga stood up while putting both hands into his pants pocket. He looked forward to the collar downstream and in front of the restaurant where they were currently. The eagle's eyes were so sharp. A long way to bring it to the memory of the past.

"I know that my father's death was not a suicide. But since there's someone who intentionally eliminated it and wants to slander it."

Dirga turned to look at Rossa."And the one who did that was your husband. Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan."Dirga's jaw is hardened. Both of his hands clenched tightly when he mentioned the man's name.

"But this has nothing to do with Dhia, son."Rossa finally made her voice. The middle-aged woman's net was glazed over.

Dirga grinned."Of course, there is, Ma. Dhia your son. Making Dhia suffer will definitely make your hearts break, right?"

Rossa is shaking."No, son. No. gabe. Your move to hurt Dhia is wrong. Dhia had nothing to do with your father's death. Not at all."

"That man, too, will not care if you hurt Dhia. He won't care." said Rossa with reddened eyes.

"Stop hurting Dhia, or you'll regret it later."

He raised a sharp look."Mama threatened me?"

"No, Mama was not threatening at all. Mom just reminded you. Dhia has nothing to do with Malik Hartawiawan, what else is the death of your Papa."

"And, if I may remind you ..."Rossa paused her sentence as she gulped in doubt."Don't bother Malik Hartawiawan. He's not just anyone. He won't hesitate to destroy the person who tried to bring him down."

"Mama wants to scare me?"

Rossa was weak.

"Mama just reminded. About Dhia ..."Rossa again gulped."Mama won't let Dhia come back with you, if you still treat Dhia badly."

Dirga's face changed pias.

"Please excuse me first."Rossa standing.

"Ma, Dhia is still my wife today." said Dirga who is actually preventing."Did Mama forget about the agreement before I married Dhia?"

"You'll have to return all the money I've lent you, if Dhia leaves me."

Rossa smiled wryly."I don't care. That debt you can ask for with Malik Hartawiawan. And I make sure at this time, the debt has nothing to do with Dhia anymore."

"Honestly, I regret having married Dhia to you."Rossa.

"Ma, Mama ..."Dirga pulled the middle-aged woman's arm.

"What's up, Dirga?"

"Please, Ma. Give me back Dhia."Dirga. At this time he lowered his ego, momentarily forgetting the grudge he wanted to avenge. Dhia's return was the hope he wanted to achieve at this moment. No matter if currently dozens of pairs of eyes that were visiting the restaurant were staring at him.

Rossa stunned. He couldn't believe that Dirga would be so begging. A grudge? Rossa didn't look at her daughter-in-law's netra. There is only one hope to fill an empty soul. Rossa could conclude. That vengeance is like being eroded by love that is beginning to grow.

"Allah ... Mama will allow Dhia back to you. But on condition, Mama doesn't want to hear you're still treating Dhia badly."

Dirga breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dhia is currently in college. If you want to pick her up, meet her on the campus."

"Thank you, Ma."

"Mama agrees, not necessarily Dhia agrees."Keep Rossa on again."Let Dhia decide for herself. Whether he wants to come back or not. If Dhia doesn't want to, don't be forced."

"Mama go first."Rossa turned around. Both corners of his lips were interested. A smile that is almost invisible, yet meaningful.

Binanang Campus Indonesia,

A frenzy echoed from the management classroom. One by one the students looked out. Including Dhia, Amel, Yuli and Dini. The four are always together.

"Where are you going?"ask her three friends. It's still one o'clock in the afternoon. Too soon he thinks he's coming home."Move, yuk. Hanging out where, that's it."

"You guys, yeah. I want to go straight home." said Dhia refused.

"Well, Dhi .. not exciting, dong."

Dhia immediately looked over. He immediately sighed heavily when the look of his eyes was immediately captured by Dirga. That instant also Dhia looked away.

"Udah, hunt there meet. In this college there are a lot of flirty girls, you know. He is not afraid if anyone dares to flirt."amel said this time.

"It's so good to you."Amel sniggered slowly.

"Ih, you .. the husband of a prick."Dini directly menoyor Amel's head.

Amel hissed while rubbing his head."Pain, Early."

"Gua botakin, you, if you become the successor of the actor in the 'nyungsep kite.'"

"Didih, Gilak kali. I also have a boyfriend. Yes, although not very handsome, anyway"Amel giggled slowly.

"Yes, if you want to hang out, just hang out .. I went there first, yes."ujar Dhia

"OK, bestie .."so the remaining three.

Your car, where? yuli's voice asked Dini when Dhia had just stepped towards Dirga.

Back parking.

Far away, very,

"Whenever you come here?"ask Dhia ketus.

"Get in the car. I want you to come home, to Penthouse."

"I'm sorry, I can't, Mom."

"Dhia .. please. Don't be like a kid, you're a little bit of a fuzzy play."

"What, Mas? You said I was like a kid.?"tanya Dhia did not accept.

"You do not realize, did you, Mas? What I heard from your lips last night was enough to hurt me. And now you're asking me to come back?"

"Make what, Mom?"dhia asked with a disappointed look.

"You don't apologize at all either. It's obvious that you don't appreciate me, Mom."

"OK, okay. I'm sorry." said Dirga at last."I used to get angry, yeah. Shame on people."Dirga glanced around him. There are some people who are watching them. Dhanu Included.

The man just looked at it from a distance. But I don't want to interfere with both problems. For him Dhia is the unrequited love of the past. Because right now, he is setting his heart. Trying to accept the fact that Dhia is destined not for him.

Dhia was breathing rough. At the moment, there is no choice but to get in the car. Solve all problems so as not to be highlighted by all eyes.

"I want to go back to Mama's house." Dhia said when Dirga had already driven his car.

"No. You have to come with me."

Dhia stared fiercely. Dirga really forced him. Dhia doesn't like that."I don't want to, Mommy? You don't know me, do you?"

"If you don't want to take me home, Mama, get me down right now. Don't expect me to come back with you, Mom. I've had enough heartache to all your treatment."

"Dhia, I understand. I'm sorry."

"Down me, Mas."Dhia tried to open the locked car door."If you don't want to, I'll jump right now."

"Dhia, please, don't be reckless, Dhia."Dirga's face turned frantic."It's a danger."

Let Dhia decide for herself. Whether he wants to come back or not. If Dhia doesn't want to, don't be forced.

At that moment, Dirga immediately pulled over his car. Although he had to be disappointed because Dhia still chose to leave. The girl, stay on her feet. His heart was wounded.

Dhia gets off a blue taxi driving her over the fence. At that time it was seen Inca who was also pulling the motorbike on the home page. Looks like the tomboy girl just returned from college.

"Hey, Ma'am. Not going back to Penthouse? I saw Mas Dirga pick me up. Really right?"

"No, you're wrong." said Dhia who immediately went into the luxury house.

Inca frowned."Cook, I saw it wrong. Wow ... I think I need to check my eyes, nih." she said to herself.

Dhia was about to step into the room. But the sound of crying from inside the main room made him stop his steps. It's not wrong, it's Mama's voice. A voice that quite often stopped in his ears as long as he was still living in this luxurious house.

The bad days still go on. I don't know when Papa will wake up. Dhia still continues to dream of happiness and warmth in her family. But it's just a dream that doesn't even know when it's coming. Papa is still the same, hasn't changed.

"Mama."call Dhia softly as her white hand opens the door of the room. In the corner by the window, Dhia saw Rossa sitting, looking down, while covering her face with both arms.

Rossa jerks."Idaho ..."

The middle-aged woman's face looked puffy. Complete with an embellished bruise on the corner of his lips.

"Mama, jeez ... Mama why?" shouts Dhia immediately gathered hugging Rossa with a broken feeling. At that time, the Inca also entered when they heard a noise from the main room.

"It's because of Papa again?"Dhia put on a furious face.

"It's Mama's fault, son."I'm Rossa sobbing."Mama's fault."

"But why, Ma?"Inka.

"It's nothing. Papa's just an emotion."Rossa. It was impossible for him to say about his meeting with Dirga. At that time, no one knew that Malik was following him. And beat him all out after he got home.

Plaque!

A loud slap floated on Rossa's face. The corner of his lips broke, leaving behind a speck of blood and a reddish mark that slowly turned blue. At that time Rossa just bowed in fear.

"It was very daring to arrange a meeting with Dirga. You want to find a defense? Or intentionally to destroy me?"

Malik pulled Rossa's hair very hard."Tell me what did you say to her?!"

Rossa is hissing."Pain, Mas. Please let go." said she crying."I didn't say anything about you. I'm just talking about their household."

Arrgh! Malik kicked Rossa's leg."Lied you!"

"Oath, Mother. I'm not lying."

"Be careful if you dare to mess with me. I will not hesitate to hurt and make your face destroyed horribly."threaten Malik while walking out and slamming the door.

"You know for yourself, don't you, what are you Papa like? Mama's fault must be immediately angry. So, no need to discuss. Mama's okay."

"Is this because of me, Ma?"tanya Dhia was sorry.

"No, son. It's not because of you. But it's Mama's fault."

Dhia breathed a heavy sigh.

"Stand up, Ma. It's not good sitting here. Mama will catch a cold."Dhia pulled that middle-aged body. At the same time, Rossa grimaced.

"Why, Ma? is anyone sick?"tanya Dhia was worried.

"No, son. Mom's leg was sprained. It hurts so much."

Netra Dhia and the Inca were directly aimed at Rossa's blue eyes. Seeing that, Dhia and the Inca came to believe that this was not a sprain. Except a deliberate hard blow.

"Mama's feet are swollen. I compress, yes, Ma." said Dhia while looking at Rossa with a sliced heart.

"Thank you, son."

"Inka, please take warm water Mbak, yes. Mom's feet should be treated immediately."

"Yes, Mommy."The inca rush out. And back again with a small bowl of warm water in it."The little cloth doesn't exist, Ma'am."

"Please look inside that closet, son."Rossa pointed to the dark brown cabinet on the left side."At the bottom. There's a little cloth to compress."

The Inca immediately searched, right at the bottom, between the folds of arranged cloth. Netra Inca was fixed on a small pink cloth. Without the ba-bi-bu he immediately pulled it. At that time, along with a photo that fell on the floor.

"Eh, what is this photo?"

Inka bowed and immediately grabbed the photo sheet. On the almost dark sheet of paper, a woman was smiling. A happy voice that cannot be hidden. On his side, stood a handsome man who was probably at that time about three islands years old. Very handsome, also smiling sweetly like the woman by his side.

"This is Mama, right?"The Inca showed it to Dhia and Rossa alternately.

Rossa's face was shocked."Give it back, Inca."

"Look, deck."Dhia.

"This isn't Papa. Who's this guy, Ma?"dhia said after observing the face of the man in the picture.

Rossa gulps.

"That must be my ex-Mama, Ma'am."The Inca giggled softly."Ex-boyfriend means."