My wife, Dhia
Dhia is Getting Brave.

From a distance, Tamara sees Dirga coming down from the car and then walking with long steps approaching her.

"Why go first?"

"Yes, because I don't want to finger in my eyes on the office."(Yes, because I do not want to linger soiling my eyes in the office.) Tamara said without looking at Dirga.

Dirga chuckled softly.

Hearing that, Tamara immediately turned her head and stared cynically."Do you love her?"(You love her?"

"I don't know."Dirga pressed her shoulders.

"Where, Mr Wibido? Has he come?"tanya Dirga while walking to a room specifically made for important guests, around the Wira Citra Hotel project building.

"He's inside. He came with his son." said Tamara as she followed the steps of Dirga who walked quickly in front of him.

"Why?."Dirga stopped, looking at Tamara.

"Yes, that's the theme."(Yeah, that's them.) Tamara showed her chin to three men sitting, visible from the glass wall of the room.

Dirga. Their distance was close enough that he could see the people in the room very clearly. His eyes were immediately fixed on the young man sitting right on the right side of Mr. Wibido. A man who can finally evoke a feeling that he almost never felt before. Jealous.

Dirga stepped back, and immediately entered to greet Mr. Wibido who smiled kindly to welcome him."Good morning, Sir. It's been a while?"

"Good morning. Not too long ago, most recently three cups of coffee."mores Mr. Wibido while laughing crisply. Which immediately greeted a big smile by Dirga.

"Oh, yes, introduce ..."Mr. Wibido turned to the young man sitting next to him."My son's. Prawira Dhanuarta."

The man who was often called Dhanu immediately extended his hand. Which was immediately welcomed warmly by Dirga. The two looked at each other, smiling, yet containing a hidden meaning.

"It's nice to see you back." said Dirga kindly but still cool.

Dhanu smiled thinly, almost invisible.

"Do you know each other?"Gio who had been there had finally opened his voice. While Mr. Wibido is still staring in disbelief.

"Yes,"Dirga sat herself on a minimalist black sofa in the room."Dhanu is my wife's college friend, Dhia." clearly looking at Mr. Wibido."I met a few times when I picked up Dhia."

"Oh so."Mr. Wibido laughed in disbelief."That, good. You won't feel awkward again."

"It just so happens that Dhanu will continue this project later after the graduation. I am old. It's time for my son to take my place." explained Mr. Wibido.

Dirga mangosteen."Oh so. Congratulationsyou. Welcome to join the business world." he said with a faint smile at Dhanu.

"Thank you."sahut Dhanu flat.

"Oh yes, for this project, if you need any help, don't hesitate to contact me."

"Of course, sir. Construction equipment and materials are still sufficient. The money sent a week ago is also still enough to cover the other shortcomings."

"Oh, that's it."Mr. Wibido the mangosteen."Then I want some space. Take a look around."

"Okay, let me drop you."Dirga standing. Stepping out with Mr. Wibido. Followed by Gio and Dhanu who walked behind him. While Tamara, the girl is no longer visible stem nose.

Fifteen minutes they had gone around, looking at the construction process on the field that looks like it has only run thirty percent. Including quickly when viewed from the time that has been running since the start of this project. Two weeks, yeah, that's more or less. It looks like hundreds of construction workers are so reliable. Obviously, because they are all certified workers that Dirga deliberately selected in preparing this project.

Dhanu, who had been quieter earlier finally made a sound."Shouldn't the workers be reduced? This is too much and certainly can cost a lot." he said criticizing Dirga.

Dirga hissing. The hot weather of midday was enough to make his head almost break. Hearing Dhanu's comments, the man who he thought was still snotting, instead tried to comment on her for unreasonable reasons.

Gio who was beside Dirga noticed the change in the look of his boss's face, it was. He answered opening his voice."Sorry, Mr. Dhanu. But for the target time in two months I think this many workers are very helpful."

"If workers are reduced, we fear that the ready results will not be in accordance with the agreed contract schedule. And of course, have pity on them too. They're only human beings can, sir. Not a robot."Gio.

Wibido chuckled softly."Forgive my son, Mr. Dirga if his comments are less pleasing. Understandably, he is still a beginner in the business world."

"It's okay."Dirga smiled faintly."Looks like you still need to learn a lot." he patted Dhanu on the shoulder, smiling faintly."Take it easy, I can teach him."

Mr. Wibido laughed crisply.

"But later, you have to graduate from college first."Whisper Dirga in Dhanu's ear while patting the man's shoulder back. While Dhanu, he threw a dislike look at Dirga.

After the departure of Mr. Wibido and his son, Prawira Dhanuarta, Dirga stepped into the resting room. Open the safety helmet and put it on the table. Then take the tissue to shrink the sweat that has flooded his temples. There, he sees Tamara playing her phone with a bent face.

"Guide me shopping."dirga said suddenly.

Hearing the word shopping, Tamara immediately turned her head with a sparkling face. A fairly contrasting expression with his face a few seconds ago."Seriously?"

"Yes."sahut Dirga flat.

Tamara blushed. Why did he suddenly ask me to go shopping? Did he realize my frustration from earlier? He must be apologizing. Hihihihi bathin Tamara with her own smiles.

"the hunt! Even a smile."Dirga turned around while stepping out. While Tamara, the girl immediately stood up and ran a small pace offset Dirga.

While driving the car, Dirga occasionally glanced towards the white legs of Tamara. Apparently Tamara realized that, she also became misbehaved.

"Sister, why look at the feet, me?"Tamara asked timidly.

"That's okay."so Dirga was flat."What size shoes are you?"

"37, brother."sahut Tamara relax. But contrasted with his heart that was shouting in excitement. Oh, my God, oh my God .. Dirga must buy me shoes. Uhhh, geez, that's sweet, anyway? bathinnya cheerful.

Twenty minutes into the journey, they finally arrived in front of a shoe store. He pulled his car over and rushed down. Inside, the two were immediately greeted with hospitality from the store employees.

"Please, take a look, Mas. We have a collection of shoes from well-known brands and contemporary models." said one of the employees in red with hair curled.

"thank you. I look around first." said Dirga while sweeping the view on the models of sandals and women's shoes are neatly lined. Looks beautiful and elegant. For a while, Dirga had not yet decided on a choice. He was confused with various models and colors that he had never chosen during his life.

Dirga clucking."Try you to choose. Take what you think is the most beautiful shoe in the store."

"OK."sahut Tamara enthusiastic. The net was immediately looking, and locked on to heels that seemed luxurious and elegant."This is great, brother."He immediately took it.

"Try on you."

"Sir, please put it on." tell Tamara arrogantly. A store employee who had been standing up earlier walked over. And immediately put those pretty shoes on Tamara's white foot.

"Okay, I take it." said Dirga when she felt the shoes were really pretty. Besides not too high, but also safe to wear.

"You want to wear it or take it off first, Mommy?"ask the female employee to Tamara.

"Directly removable."sahut Dirga fast."And please, pack it neatly."

Tamara smiled ambiguously."Yes, it's packed right away."

"Well." said the female employee while removing the shoes from Tamara's feet.

"You choose yourself."Dirga took out a black card from her pocket and gave it to Tamara."Return it tomorrow."

"Loh, really ... "Tamara took the black card was confused. Not to mention that he asked, Dirga had gone to the cashier to take the goods he bought. Then, straight out of the store.

"Sister, brother Dirga!"exclaim Tamara, but Dirga is gone."If those shoes weren't for me? So who's it for?"ask him to yourself.

Tamara.

For Dhia? Tamara straightened her eyes. Honestly, he did not accept it because Dirga used it for the sake of the woman.

"Hiiisss, shit!"growled.

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Dhia walks into a famous boutique in South Jakarta, precisely on the street, Dharmawangsa. Her smile expanded as her net was fixed on the white woman standing near a nude mannequin.

"Mama's been a while?"

"Yet. Mama just got there."Rossa smiled."Let's go in the fitting room, let Mama accompany."

Dhia nodded slowly. He stepped in with Rossa into the fitting room. There, two women greeted them with friendly smiles.

"She's so pretty, mom. It will certainly be more beautiful if you wear this kebaya." said the designer, as well as the owner of the boutique. Her name is Melinda.

Rossa and Dhia smiled.

"This, danger. Please wear it."Melinda thrust it, and Dhia took it, to try it. A grey kebaya and brown batik patterned skirt fabric dominated by black.

"You're so pretty, baby."Rossa stared in admiration."You likey?"

"Like it, Ma" she said softly, as the designer and a boutique employee added some sequins to her peril.

"Done." Melinda said, and smiled with satisfaction when she saw the beautiful kebaya wrapped around Dhia's tiny body."Hope your graduation is good, yes. And graduated with satisfactory results."

"Ma, I can't take long" Dhia said as they walked out of the fitting room."There's a promise with Yuli, Amel, and Dini."

"Custom, Ma. Friday share."Dhia laughed crisply.

"Oh, that's it."Rossa mangosteen."You've had lunch, haven't you?"

Dhia nodded quickly."I'm going first, yes, Ma. They were waiting" said Dhia, taking Rossa's hand and kissing her.

"Be careful, son." cried Rossa when Dhia had entered the taxi. He rushed to go home soon. But while parked, his steps came to a halt when he saw the figure of a young man he recognized coming out of the car in metallic black.

"Dirga, why are you here? Want to pick up Dhia?."

Dirga was surprised. But then calm down."Oh, I-yes, Ma. I'm gonna go get Dhia."

"Loh .. This is Dhia, how about, anyway?"Mumbled Rossa."Dhia just left. He said he had a promise from his friends. Didn't Dhia tell you?"

"No, Ma." - Oh Dirga."I-I mean .. I don't know, because from earlier my phone was in silent, so don't know if Dhia called."

"Oh, that's it."

"Wanna go home?"ask Dirga.

"Yes. But ... There's something Mama wants to talk to you a little bit."

Dirga.

Rossa looked to the right, and to the left. The atmosphere around the boutique store was quite quiet. And finally Rossa ventured back into opening her voice."Sit down first."he said.

Dirga followed her in-laws who took her to sit on a wooden chair in front of the boutique terrace.

Rossa gulps. He hesitated to start.

"What do you want to talk to?"

"Mama, please ask for your help." said Rossa finally.

"Solicit for help, what, Ma?"

"Forget that revenge."Rossa looked at Dirga's face that turned stiff."Don't misunderstand Mama."

"Mama talks like this because you don't want to be wretched." Rossa continued."Malik will do anything to those who try to harass him. You know, your father's death has ruined you."

"But Mama doesn't want you to do anything either" Rossa continued again, gulping."So Mama please .. please throw that grudge away. Then he won't bother you."

Dirga smiled cynically while repeating Rossa's words."Throw away the revenge."his lips murmured."Wh why? Mama's afraid I'm putting Mama's beloved husband in jail?"

Rossa is shaking."No, Dirga. Mama's just afraid she's gonna hurt you."

"In that case, I will retaliate to hurt him. Right, Ma?"dirga said not giving up.

"No, son. Mama please."Rossa is back."If you do, then it is not only you who are in danger. But Dhia is also."

"Mama doesn't want that to happen." Rossa said with terrified eyes.

Dirga saw the look in those eyes. Highlight the eyes that harbor fear, distress, and sadness.

What's the matter? why is Mama also afraid that Malik is hurting Dhia? Is it true that Dhia is not the flesh of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan?

Dirga wanted to ask something. But back to the snags. Because it seems like Rossa will not answer it. Because otherwise, the middle-aged woman would have already explained the real reason. But this is not, the woman was like keeping something.

"Mama take it easy. Me and Dhia will be fine. And I promise I'll take care of her."Dirga smiled faintly, looking at the middle-aged woman's sad face.

Rossa sighed softly.

"Mama wants to go home? Let me take you."

"No need, son. Mama's got her own car."Rossa got up from her seat."Mama went home first."he said as he welcomed Dirga's hand to regret it."Mama tipped Dhia, same as you. Please take care of him."

"Surely, Ma."

Rossa immediately stepped towards the parking lot. Get in the car that will take him back home.

While Rossa was out of sight, Dirga stood up. He entered the boutique where he is today. And came back out with a paper bag in his hand.

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Sendrapati Penthouse

Dirga leaned his back in the work chair. Pensively recalling the times when he wanted to propose to Dhia. At that time, Malik was immediately willing to marry Dhia to him. There is no contradiction, what else when knowing the nominal amount of money he will give. Malik even had a smile of satisfaction.

"Revenge against him, and marry his son."this time there was the voice of Daddy who had asked him to marry Dhia.

"What?!"He looked at Daddy in disbelief. Really, it was a ridiculous thing he never thought of."Marry her son? What's for, Dad?"

Daddy smiled."Of course so you can easily dig up information about your Papa's killer. But remember, don't hurt her son. Because his son is innocent."

Dirga gasped when he suddenly felt a soft touch on both of his shoulders. He immediately turned his head and raised his face, behind him was Dhia who was standing smiling sweetly looking at him.

"Back work usually takes a shower. Why are you even pensive here?"tanya Dhia softly.

"Still, tired." said Dirga flat.

"You, tired, Mom? I'm massagein', huh?"without waiting for the approval of the man, Dhia immediately looked at the shoulders of Dirga who was still wrapped in a black shirt.

"No need." said Dirga while shaking off Dhia's hand while wanting to stand up. However, it again crashed into a seat because Dhia hastily intercepted it with all her might.

"Sit the henchman why, anyway, Mas ... In pijatin the wife should be grateful." said Dhia while looking back at the back, and shoulders Dirga."Out there, many husbands are tired, not necessarily his wife wants to mijitin."

"Sok knows, you."so Dirga ketus.

Dhia is lip-smacking. And of course at that time Dirga could not see it.

A moment of silence. Dhia still kept moving her fingers. No more sniffling sounds, or rebuttals coming out of the cold man's lips. Because it seems like Dirga is currently enjoying the fingers of Dhia.

"Enak, right?"dhia whispered suddenly in Dirga's ear to make the man gasp.

"What's wrong, my body's getting sicker all the time."Dirga stood up immediately. Realizing her absurdity that was even almost asleep when Dhia was massaging her.

"Book?"Dhia smiled meaningfully.

Dirga did not answer.

"Come on, Mas."reep Dhia suddenly.

"Come, come ... Come, where?"ask Dirga annoyed.

"To the room."Dhia blinked her eyes flirtatiously.

"We continue ..."Dhia severed the sentence while fusing all the fingertips from her hands."The time in the elevator."said Dhia while advancing a little of her lips.

Dirga looked at Dhia almost smiling from amusement."No need, ngaco, you?!"finally said.

"Kok, ngaco?!"Dhia walked over to Dirga."Kan, this morning you started. You forgot, Mas?"

Dirga did not answer.

"I know, Mom, you're in love with me. So don't cover up."Dhia raised her eyebrows flirtatiously while getting closer to Dirga.

"The braver you are, now, huh?"Dirga raised her eyebrows.

Dhia did not answer. His fingers lifted gently rubbed the chest of the Dirga field, then pushed the sturdy body to sit on the work table.

"D-dhia, what do you want?"Dirga nervous. He couldn't believe Dhia would be this brave for him.

Dhia doesn't care. She closed her eyes as she pressed her lips forward, so that she was about to kiss her husband. Want to make a sexy impression, but there even looks anxious in the eyes of Dirga. Instead of getting a welcome, Dirga actually stretched out one hand, directly pushing the daring little lips of Dhia.

"Don't be crazy, Dhia."

Dhia pursed her lips."Peel! No, kiss me can't."

"In vain, dong, I mijitin you until my fingers sore."

"Who told you to?"Dirga put on a face that Dhia thinks sucks. Immediately Dhia turned around and walked out of the study.

Patience, Dhia .. patience .. You are valuable.

Dirga had heard Dhia's grunt when the door was not closed. He immediately shook his head while smacking a smile.

The atmosphere in the workspace was suddenly quiet.

Dirga let out a long breath."Sorry, Dhia. It's not time yet. I'll do it, later. If you have found evidence that you are really not fleshly blood, Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan "mumbled slowly.