My wife, Dhia
The Undisputed Commandment.

Dirga came out of the main room while carrying a paper bag in his hand. With a casual appearance, he walked down the stairs without paying attention to his surroundings.

Dhia saw that, the look of the girl's eyes was fixed on a paper bag that Dhia already knew its contents. Yes, two nights ago, when Dhia came out of the study room and was about to enter her room, her net had seen the door of Dirga's room open. He immediately stopped about to close, but the girl's eyes were pounded on a paper bag that was on the bed. With doubt Dhia stepped up. Trying to peek at the contents, out of curiosity.

A knit sweater in light ash. Netra Dhia was perfectly rounded at that time. He immediately took it, opened it wide to make it look clearer. Initial A is engraved neatly on the chest.

"It's a women's sweater. Initial A? Who?"mummified Dhia slowly.

The tamara? Dhia is fast. "Obviously not him."

Ayy? that's it, my name chain. Dhia is back."No way, my birthday is still a long time. Besides, Mas Dirga won't be as romantic as me."Dhia pursed her lips.

"Who is this for?" Dhia sighed softly while folding back the sweater. And hurriedly ran out when he heard the sound of the door of the study room opening, and it closed again.

"Mom!"Wiwik calls but Dhia does not hear.

"Mdhia Ma'am!"call Wiwik again with a confused face to see Dhia wearing a face mask, as well as an oversized white T-shirt and short celena on the knee, walking hurriedly following Dirga who just came out of the Penthouse.

"Yuu ... Wiwik called, even dicuekin."cerocosnya while sliding the napkin in his hand on the back of the chair.

"Perple, my own afternoon .. without my friend again hooo, hooo." Wiwik immediately sang the Nike Ardila song that had been replaced with lyrics, with a sad face."Just one of my beliefs. My soul is coming. In my life. Happiness will come."

"That pales is my voice. (False voice Wiwik meant) Kok, not very good yes, heard."He giggled slowly feeling amused himself."Uh, but, that was Mas Dirga leaving. Continue ... Madam Dhia nudged in from behind."

"This is what, so like a wife again stalking a husband who is cheating, huh? Cook yes, Dirga's cheating?"Wiwik speaks for himself.

"Ah, no way, I am. It's probably just my sontoloyoku feeling, aja, this." he said as he entered the room."Sleep first. It was peaceful again" he said.

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Dhia follows Dirga's car which continues to drive by taxi. Maybe because of the weekend, the city streets look so crowded. Sometimes Dhia turned towards the streets while staking out Dirga's car that continued to go. A few moments later, Dirga's car stopped. Right on the street of a bakery. The man came down and went inside. And came back out with a few boxes of bread in both hands.

"Ikutin again, sir."dhia ordered the taxi driver.

"Where are you going, neng?"asked the middle-aged man because he felt strange about the appearance of Dhia who was still wearing a face mask.

"Come with my husband, sir."

"Why her husband, Mom? Cheating, huh?"

Dhia widens the eyes."Just indiscriminate, father."

"No, lah. My husband isn't that person." - denied Dhia. Though the body has been hot cold guessing the truth.

"Oh, sorry, neng. I guess I cheated. You know, you know yourself. Times now mah, people on weird. Having a beautiful wife is also sometimes still left behind. What's more, rich people, like to waste money on other women."

Dhia breathed a heavy sigh. He said the driver talked too much. And even made her feelings become unsettled.

"If I, mah, go back, neng. My wife left me. He went to marry another man. Ninggalin son two, neng the same me."so the middle-aged man again.

"I was very sad at the time, Neng. It feels like my heart, is broken ..."

"Destroyed, as broken as it is."

Dhia clucked."I mean, even confided, anyway. See that ... My husband is gone." she said pointing to the road, which was no longer visible her husband's car.

"We're losing track." Dhia added.

"Oh my goodness, neng. Sorry .. I was not aware."

Dhia was disappointed. He looked out the window. And can breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Dirga's car parked in a yard that he very familiar.

"Stop, Sir! Stop here."yelling Dhia suddenly to make the middle-aged man aghast and brake suddenly.

Mental Hospital, BinaWangsa.

Two days ago, Dhia, Yuli, Dini and Amel came to this place to donate. But Dhia did not see Dirga's presence. As a result, his plan to find out information about the woman was not at all fruitful.

For Dhia, this may be the time when everything that has been lodged in her mind lately will be answered. About who is the middle-aged woman who always met Dirga in this place, and what is the purpose of giving the knit sweater. So special, is that woman?

Dhia hastily reached into his pants pocket, moving on to another pocket, while inserting his hands very deeply. In that instant, he only realized, that he did not bring any money as a result of leaving in a hurry.

"Sorry, Sir. I forgot to bring money."Dhia grimacing.

"Well, how dong, neng. Me, mah, hurry. Got to find another passenger soon."

And finally, the process of payment of fees is constrained. Long enough, to take up limited Dhia time.

"This, aja, sir. What if you wait. I want to go inside first. When I'm done, you can take me home again."

"Later home, I paid. How, Sir?"

"Well, how, yeah, neng."the middle-aged man was weighing."Long time no?"

"Not yet, sir!"dhia replied doubtfully.

"If old mah, I can't. Dear time, neng."

"Please calm down, sir. Later at home I pay double."ujar Dhia assured.

"Don't believe it, sir. He was not sane."so Dirga suddenly and stopped parking his car."Look at his appearance. Wear a thick powder. It also wants to go home."he added again as he moved his lips toward the Mental Hospital. Then walk over to Dhia and the taxi driver.

Upon hearing that, Dhia immediately widened her eyes."Indiscriminate you, my dear."

"Don't believe it, sir. Actually, he's crazy."

"Kok, me?"

"Yes yes, it is. Obviously you just got out of there."

"Okay, that's it! Look at you guys arguing I'm getting dizzy. In this case, mah, for a long time I went crazy." said the taxi driver mediated.

Dirga smears a smile."How much is it, sir?"

"Fourty thousand, sir."that driver.

Dirga immediately grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a piece of blue money from inside."Take it back, sir."

"Thank you, yes." the driver smiled.

Dirga immediately pulled Dhia's arm and put the girl in the car."Why are you following me? You think I don't know?"

"Wear the mask all over again."Dirga flicked Dhia's cheeks until the woman grimaced.

"It hurts, Mas. Look at this, my mask is cracking. It's all because of you, you."Dhia pursed her lips.

"Oo .. dare you now, yes, anger me."

"You, anyway? make me suspicious. You go out and bring a girl sweater. I thought you had an affair."I'm Dhia innocently.

"Jeez, Dhia ... Dhia."Dirga scratched his non-itchy forehead.

Dirga sighed softly."You don't need to know. For sure he's not my affair."

Dhia. From the beginning he had thought that was the answer. Dirga seemed to want to keep a secret meeting about the woman.

Dert, dert,dert ...

Dirga immediately reached into his jeans pocket, when he felt his phone vibrate. On the flat screen was plastered writing, Mama Rossa called.

"Hallo, Ma."

Assalamualaikum.sounded Rossa's voice so cold in his ears.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma."sahut Dirga again.

Where're you?

"Again out, Ma."

Home now. Mama's at your Penthouse now.

Rossa immediately disconnected the call. From the voice of the woman, Dirga could guess that her in-laws were angry.

"Mama called, Mas?"ask Dhia.

Dirga nodded."It's bad."

"Coc, eh? My mom called."

Dirga. He immediately runs his car without answering Dhia's question first. Nearly twenty minutes into the journey, the two finally arrived at Penthouse.

"Assalamualaik."Dirga and Dhia say together.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."Rossa's voice was cold. It was even colder than what I heard on my phone.

Dhia and Dirga go straight to Rossa. There's no Malik there. Either the old man deliberately avoided meeting Dirga, or was busy adding to his wealth coffers.

"Dhiah. Wrap your clothes now.!"rossa's orders to the firstborn."You go home, go with Mama and Inca."

"B-but why, Ma?"Dhia's distraught.

"Don't ask too many questions, Dhia. Get to the room now, and put your clothes on!"

"Ma ... Ma's. Please, don't take Dhia."Dirga tried to prevent.

I don't know, until now Dirga has not been able to treat Dhia as a wife. But he found it difficult to feel the heart, to realize his incompatibility, when Rossa would really take Dhia away from this Penthouse.

"What's Dirga for?"ask Rossa disappointed."Why would Dhia stay here if you still treat her not as a wife.?"

"Mom knows you're still sleeping apart. Mama doesn't like your son being treated like this, Dirga!"rossa expressed her disappointment.

"Tau, here, you guys. If the sleep is separated continuously, ponakan will not be nongol-nongol, dong."celtuk Inca suddenly.

"Inka, quiet!"exclaim Rossa slowly.

Inka immediately pursed her lips.

"Ma, I'm sorry." said Dirga slowly.

"Sorry?"ask Rossa to repeat."Apologize if you can't treat Dhia well."

"I'm just not ready, Ma"

"Because of that revenge?"ask Rossa quietly to Dirga."Mama told you. Dhia had nothing to do with it, Dirga." she still quietly said. It was cold and full of emphasis. There was a great disappointment from the middle-aged woman's eyes. Dirga can see it.

Dhia came back with a clean face. In his right hand was already a large suitcase filled with clothes he had just picked up from inside the room. He stood up tergugu.

"Inka, Dhia, come on, let's go home."Rossa pulls, Dhia's arm happens to be closer to her. Just then, Dirga instantly pulled the hand of the middle-aged woman, that was, pleading.

"Ma, please, don't take Dhia. I'm sorry."Dirga squashed with a face that was parched."I promise ... From now on, we won't sleep apart anymore. I'll treat Dhia like Mama expected."

Rossa's quiet. Then breathe out slowly. He looked at Wiwik who was currently within a meter of him. His gaze was full of indisputable commands.

"Okay, then. Mama hold your talk. If you lie again, then don't blame Mama if you really took Dhia from you."

Dirga. Rossa glanced at her daughter-in-law, who was wasting a breath of relief.

"We go home, first." he told Dhia and Dirga alternately.

"Rok kebaya yesterday greatness is finished in petiin. My mom took it from her shop. Now it's the same Wiwik." said Rossa to Dhia.

"Yes, Ma."

"By, by, Mommy. Happy honeymoon. I ordered two bangs."tap Inca when Rossa pulled her hand out of the penthouse.

Dirga looked at Dhia for a moment."Here's the suitcase."he said as he pulled the suitcase from Dhia's hand, then climbed to the top floor. Followed by Dhia who followed him from behind.

Arriving on the upper floor, precisely in front of the main room door, Dirga and Dhia were stunned to see the soft-feathered carpet that usually adorns the floor of the room, now it was lying in front of the door. While inside, it looks Wiwik is having trouble pulling a sofa that looks like it will also be driven.

"What the fuck, you, Wik?"said Dirga suddenly to make Wiwik jumped.

"God ... Dirga, this. Very cool for Wiwik hangers."cerocos Wiwik.

"What are you? Why does everything want to be out?"

Wiwik breathed out slowly."Here, loh ... Dirga. Wiwik got an order from Buk Rossa. He said, there should be no sofa, or carpet on the floor of this room."

"If there is, it must be out. This is all to prevent a re-occurrence, a separate sleep drama between Mas Dirga and Mbak Dhia." bright Wiwik with his typical Japanese accent.

"Gosh, Mama. To his side." murmured Dhia.

"You are the real ..."

"Oh, no, no, no ... "Wiwik cuts Dirga's sentence fast while playing his index finger."This time there can be no objection. Wiwik can command directly from Buk Rossa. Mas Dirga has denied. I was told to make a report."

"And, if ..."Wiwik put emphasis on the word 'If' the report has been submitted. Then Dirga will .... "

"Remain." he asked Wiwik while stretching and pulling his five fingers in front of the neck with a rogue expression. But it just seems laughable to Dhia.

While Dirga, the man held back furious. It feels like he really wants to cross Wiwik's face with charred ash right now, so that blackened to cover the entire face, which Dirga thinks is very annoying.

"So, it just so happens that Mas Dirga is here, please help Wiwik. Because this sofa is quite heavy and draining."

Dirga fluttered while looking at Wiwik sharply.

"Buruan, Mas Dirga."command Wiwik again without fear."Don't tell me, Buk Rossa, how?"

"You?"

Dirga finally could only throw a rough breath, and obeyed Wiwik's order to lift the relaxing sofa lazily.