My wife, Dhia
Drama Dead Lights

Sendrapati Penthouse, Sandra,

"Cumshall, Dad. How are you?" (Hello, Dad. How are you?). Dirga spoke through a flat object attached to the side of her ear.

I'm, fine. How's it going?

"I'm also fine."((I'm good too). said Dirga again.

Silent,

Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, it seems he already knows.

Dirga who was leaning against the wall of the bed, immediately sat down as soon as the name of the depraved man was called."What do you mean, Dad?"(What do you mean dad?"

He founded the D'ray Megatar Corporation. (He found out about D'Ray Megatar Corporation) And he assumed the owner was you.

You have to be careful. Malik Hartawiawan is a cunning man. He could hurt you at any time.

"Damn!"umpat Dirga furious.

It seems like he still doesn't accept having lost in the tander a while ago. The voice of the man in Dirga's phone was heard laughing.

He's still the same as before. Do not want to lose, remain ambitious even though they are old. Keep the guy up again.

But, it's okay. The important thing is that you stay careful.

Where's your wife? Daddy wants to talk. Can, right?

"Dhia. Get out of Penthouse." said Dirga.

Whats? W-why? Torture her?

"No, Dad. I just accidentally hurt her with my words."

I heard the man from behind the phone sigh. It's the same! (it's the same.) Kan, Dady told you never to hurt him.

"But, why, Dad? Isn't Dhia the son of the murderous man? I just can't bear to not hurt her."

"Every time I remember that guy's face, my mood is always bad when I see Dhia."

He heard the man chuckle. Dirga, Dirga .. it's up to you. But Dady, ask. You find Dhia. Do not let you regret if someday Dhia does not want to return.

Tut, tut, tut .. calls are unilaterally switched off.

"What does Daddy mean? Why do her words always seem to say that Dhia does not deserve to be hurt?"dirga muttered in wonder.

The steps you took were wrong, son. Don't torture Dhia. Dhia has nothing to do with your father's death. Rossa's voice that spoke earlier this afternoon also stopped by at this time. Adding to the puzzle that continues to mill around in Dirga's head.

Argha! Dirga rubbed his face rough. Slam the cell phone on the bed and get out of the room. Intend to take water to wet his throat that suddenly feels dry.

"Wiwik kangen knows, Ma'am. This penthouse feels like sepiiiii .. absolutely nothing, Ma'am."

Dirga immediately stopped and hid when he saw Wiwik talking to someone on the lower floor. He held onto his chest, when a strange thump suddenly barged in.

Dhia, back? How can?

"Mbak Dhia want to eat or shower first? But Wiwik doesn't cook much, Ma'am. You know yourself. Dirga is on hunger strike. From yesterday Wiwik cooks, his cooking is dear, waste."

"Nobody's eating, Ma'am. Just Wiwik doang."

"You clean up, first, Wik." said Dhia.

Ekhem!

Dhia and Wiwik simultaneously raised their faces when they heard the sound of darkness from upstairs. There, Dirga looks down with a ketus face.

"Go home, you."

"I just don't want anyone to starve to death here waiting for my return" Dhia recalled a WhatsApp message sent by Wiwik earlier this morning.

That morning, when Dhia was about to leave for campus, a series of incoming messages diverted her. There is the name of the sender.

Wiwik

Dhia's mother, Dhia's mother came home. Pity you know, Mas Dirga did not eat from earlier.

Wiwik

I think it was heavy again because Mbak Dhia left.

Wiwik

Go home, Madam Dhia. Wiwik did not want Mas Dirga sick.

Later if Mas Dirga is sick, continues to die, how?

Wiwik must be confused not have any more work.

Wiwik

Go home, Madam Dhia. Yes, yes, yes .. pliis 🙏

So was the short series of messages sent by Wiwik this morning.

Hearing Dhia's statement made Dirga's lips tightly clenched. He switched to Wiwik. The assistant who often made his blood boil.

"What did you send the same message to, her?"

"E-nothing, Mas. Just said that Mas Dirga went on hunger strike. Muk!"Wiwik raises his two fingers.

"Yes, right, Ma'am ... Dfa ...."Wiwik is wailing because Dhia has passed.

"Loh, loooh, loooh ... Dhia's mom left, anyway. Ms. Dhia, please, Wiwik."Wiwik hurriedly ran to save himself from the sharp gaze of Dirga who wanted to swallow him.

A few moments passed as Dirga spent time in the study. The man decided to return to the main room. But when his sturdy hand just wanted to open the door handle, his ears caught the sound of crying from the open room door. The room belonged to Dhia. The room is next to the door of the main room, where Dirga is currently standing.

Curiosity made Dirga stop by. In bed, he saw Dhia curled up. The girl's face was invisible. But her voice and shaky shoulders made Dirga sure that the girl was being injured holding back the cries.

"Why are you crying?"ask Dirga from the door. Hearing that thick voice, Dhia turned her head while shrinking her tears.

"Sorry, your door is open. So I didn't overhear."

Dhia. The girl's nose and eyes were red. Still looks beautiful even though you are crying. Himself admits.

"Can I come in?"Dirga asked doubtfully.

"Just in."sahut Dhia with a stinging voice.

Dirga approached, he sat himself in front of Dhia with an awkward feeling."What's the matter? Does your crying have anything to do with me?"

Dhia.

"Continue?"

Instead of answering, Dhia even more crying, considering that Rossa increasingly makes his heart hurt because it does not have the heart.

Why would Papa be? Why is Papa evil?

Tanya who has been continuously roaring in the mind of Dhia seems to have not yet met her answer.

Dirga. At the moment he is doing nothing, let alone hurting. But Dhia was crying. His fingers raised up to rub Dhia's cheeks. Yet doubtful.

Shhh, shhh ...

"Don't cry anymore."Dirga finally rubbed the girl's cheeks. And that he did with an erratic heart. A few moments the two of them collided. Before the two of them finally flinched as the lighting in the room turned pitch-black.

"Kok, the lights off, anyway?"Dirga's confused."Strange, never-before like this."

Braak!

The sound of the room door being closed suddenly made Dhia scream in surprise.

"Who's there?"exclamation Dirga. But there's no answer.

"Mas, where are you going?"Dhia asked as she felt Dirga depart from before her.

"Mas, I'm scared."

"Attent, Dhia. You're here first."Dirga wants to open the door. But something's weird. That door can't be opened. Like someone intentionally locked it from the outside.

"Guiv!!"dirga shouted filled the room space. Not wrong, this must have been the woman. Dirga hurriedly grabbed the phone from inside his pajama sleep pocket. But at that moment he was also clucking. I realized that the phone was left in her room.

"Try calling Wiwik. Tell him to open the door right now.!"

"Good, Mas."Dhia felt the bed, looking for the position of the bag that she had previously thrown carelessly on the bed. He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as his fingers touched the dark blue bag. But when the bag was opened, he found his phone in a dark, luminous state.

"My phone is lowbat, Mommy."Dhia. It is certain that the man must be holding back the rage at this time.

"Jeez, Dhia, Dhia .. from yesterday there is no end to you, from lowbat mobile drama.for free dong, you have a mobile phone."

"The name is lowbat, too, Mas. I do, I don't know. I rarely check my phone. You too, why, anyway, mobile phone wear left everything."

"So confused, right, now."

"Kok, you're gonna fuck me, anyway?"ask Dirga not accept.

"So who's gonna turn it on? Wiwik?"dhia asked annoyed."Free, Mas. At least he's good at sleeping in his room."

A wiwik?

Hearing the woman's name Dirga could only waste a deep breath.

"So how's dong, this, Mas?"

"Well, what else. I had to sleep in this dark-eight room with you."

"Huh?"Dhia rounded her eyes. But of course Dirga can't see it right now. Because the room was completely dark with no light.

"No, huh, huh, huh! What do you think I'm gonna do?"

"Yes, yes, khilaf, Mas."ujar Dhia origin.

Dirga.

"But it's all right, if you're khilaf. The husband and wife." Dhia's voice sounded timid.

"Don't start, Dhia."Dirga walked slowly to the bed."There is no sofa in your room?"

"No, Mom."

Dirga clucking."So how am I, this? Up or down?"

Netra Dhia is back round."D-above, or below the point?."

Dirga sighed deeply."Geez, Dhia .. What are you thinking, anyway?"

"I mean that, where am I sleeping? is he up or down.?"Dirga's voice held back furiously.

"Ooh."Dhia. It feels so shameful. But it was lucky that Dirga couldn't see it."It's up to you, Mas. I can be downstairs too."

"I mean, I'm sleeping downstairs is also okay" Dhia quickly explained.

"Don't. You will be sick again. I'm the one who bothers to be, if Mama finds out."

"What's that?"

"Udah, .. don't ask too many questions. I'm going to sleep."

Dhia felt her side move. It seemed like Dirga was currently moving and lying next to him.

"Mas, are you sleeping here?"

"So where, again? You want to tell me to sleep downstairs?"

Dhia.

"Where's the bolster?"Dirga raised his right hand.

"For what, Mom?"

"Limiters. I don't want you to look for a chance later, me."

Dhia sighed softly."This."he said as he threw a roll at Dirga.

Dirga immediately took it. Put the roll right in the middle. Between her, and Dhia.

"One more. It's less."Said Dirga again.

Dhia again throws the remaining bolster. Currently, two bolsters have been arranged as a barrier between the two.

"Review, yes, if you cross the line. I won't hesitate to give you punishment tomorrow."Dirga laid his body.

"Yes."sahut Dhia is lazy."At least you're the one who hugged me." he half muttered.

"What?"

"No, Mom."Dhia was lying down. His lips were clenched, open, so many times as if he wanted to ask something. But Dhia hesitated.

It seems impossible to ask directly. I'd better find out for myself about that grudge. Dhia sighed softly.

Time keeps turning. The dark night without light replaced with a tinge of sunlight that slipped in from the sidelines of the large glass windows of the Penthouse walls.

Wiwik has been up since five in the morning. Preparing breakfast, cleaning the house, and other work that has become his duty every day.

"It's why Dhia hasn't woken up yet, anyway? He said last night, jog this morning. Uda six o'clock, loh."Wiwik mengedumel as his hand moves to the dining table."Later if the sun has shown its light on this earth, it is not jogging anymore its name."

"But jagong-jagong, eat a snack while sipping tea. Uenak, that's for sure."

Huaaaa!!!

Wiwik was aghast when a sudden scream echoed from next to the main room. That room was none other than Dhia's.

You started it, though,

You, Mas.

You are!

That's the sound that's heard from inside there. The voices of women and men who seemed to throw accusations at each other. Wiwik ran to check.

Inside the room, Dhia almost covered her entire body with a pink blanket.

"Keep, that's why your hands were dipping at me, Mas? Your feet also overflow me. Look that!"Dhia pointed at the two pink-bound bolster pillows, which were the boundary between the two last night, looking to be loosened on the floor."The pillow fell to the floor."

"This must be because of your hard feet. If not, how could your long legs overflow me."

"Have you accused me, I. It must be you who fell down. That's why my feet are everywhere." said Dirga to defend himself.

"You're the one who hit me, Mom. That means you crossed the line." Dhia said, not accepting because Dirga blamed him.

Wiwik who just came and opened the door of the room immediately his lips perfectly rounded. The view inside the room made him disbelieve. But soon after, he giggled. Perfect with a funny face that Dirga thinks is always annoying.

"Guiv!"shouted Dirga who at that time saw the presence of Wiwik.

"L-yes, Dirga. Anybody need help? Wiwik make what drinks. Strong herbs, poding chicken eggs, or what?"

"Let's be strong again."Wiwik cengenesan."Let's get more and more tucker, Mas."

"Shut up!"Dirga straight out of bed."It must be you, right? You must have deliberately turned off the lights last night, continue to ngunci me the same Dhia in this room. Aye, right?"

Wiwik's confused."Dirga said what, anyway? Wiwik's people were also confused as to why the door had been to the conci from outside."

"Mas Dirga do not accuse Wiwik, deh. Sin tau, Mas suudzan same people."

"Come, just give it to you. Who else would be ignorant here if not you."Dirga doesn't believe it. He knew Wiwik's behavior. His assistant was indeed not infrequently made him upset and act ignorant. That's why Dirga all-out accusations against Wiwik due to dark events last night. As well as the thin lingerie drama that Dhia wore some time ago.

"Seriously Mas Dirga, Wiwik did not lie. Rela, deh, Wiwik is not married if Wiwik lies."

Dirga.