My wife, Dhia
We Can Start It Now

"Wear clothes, table, not all of you outside?!"dirga asked in an annoyed tone of voice as the innocent sofa and fur carpet were removed from the room.

Wiwik chuckles."Mas Dirga skipped. If everything is removed it's called ngusir, dong, Mas."

"Yes, you think I told Dhia to sleep in the closet. Otherwise, on the table."

"No way, dong, Mas Dirga ..."Wiwik widened his eyes throwing a silly look at his master.

Dirga took a rough breath, while gawking out with long steps past Dhia and Wiwik.

"Loh, loh, loh ... Where's Dirga going?"tanya Wiwik but Dirga did not bother him.

"Udah, Wik .. justin." said Dhia while pulling her suitcase into the room."At least he's upset the same, you."

"Yes, maybe, Ma'am."Wiwik chuckles softly."Need to help make her dress, don't you, Ma'am?"

"Not to, Wik. I can do it myself, I can."

"Yes, Wiwik went down first. Want to cook for dinner." he said and stepped in."Oh, yes, Mommy."Wiwik.

"Moreover, Wik?"asked Dhia who was about to close the door.

"Wiwik put his clothes in the closet. Wiwik would like to thank you too, you see, Ma'am."Wiwik smiled shyly."Mbak Dhia is very good buyin Wiwik kebaya clothes. That means Wiwik invited to his graduation ceremony Mbak Dhia dong, means?"

"Yes, dong. You should come. You are, I consider you my own family."

"Oh my goodness, Madam Dhia is really good, anyway. Wiwik is so moved."

Dhia chuckles."Yes, ah, Wik. Usually his face does not need to be so ugly."

"Mbak Dhia .. Wiwik's face is like this, Ma'am."Wiwik lips.

The other room, still in the Penthouse. Dirga paddled his feet on a treadmill fitness equipment that was slowly getting faster. While the sweat had already flooded his temples and half of his body, his chest moved up and down regulating the gasping breath.

Ahargh!!

He shouted while pressing the speed-down button, then turned it off.

"Trude, this is her name.!"he said, grabbing a small towel that was stuck in the fitness bench press and then wiping all the sweat on his face.

He took a long breath.

"Can I break myself every night to sleep in one room with Dhia?"ask him to yourself.

Dirga clucking."Where beautiful again it's a child."he muttered slowly. A few moments of walking time. Thinking of a way out that actually makes his head dizzy. Dirga finally decided to get out of the fitness room. Walk towards the kitchen. Directly sip a glass of water until aground is not left.

"Geek!"call Dirga loud enough when the tail of her eyes sees Wiwik coming out from inside the room.

"Yes, Mum."

"Here, you."Dirga put his empty glass on the table.

Wiwik walked over to him.

"This month you're on a pay rise. Twice." said Dirga suddenly. Wiwik's face immediately sparkled brightly, like a torchlight that hit his face.

"What's really, Mas?"

"When have I ever lied?"Dirga put on a flat face."But on condition."

"What terms, Mas?"

"You should keep your mouth shut to Mama Rossa about my relationship with ..."

"Wohooo .. can't, Mas."Wiwik immediately disconnected Dirga's sentence while moving his index movements in front of his employer"This, the name is a case of bribery."

"The most anti-wiwik that's like this."

"No way, can't" said Wiwik as he shook his head.

Dirga clucked with a face that had held back growling."You're my assistant, or her assistant, Mama Rossa, anyway?"

"It should be with me, dong. Not even Mama Rossa. Aren't you afraid that I'll fire?!"threat Dirga.

"Hemmm .. This, here."Wiwik raises his index finger again."Mas Dirga's habits playing ancem-anceman. Please Mas Dirga if you want to fire Wiwik."

"Wiwik isn't afraid anymore, Mom. That is, yes ... Buk Rossa said, if Mas Dirga dared to fire Wiwik ... then Buk Rossa who will raise Wiwik as his assistant. After that, Wiwik was sent back here to guard Madam Dhia in this penthouse."

"Yes, so free. Wong, Wiwik's fired back."

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh. A moment of silence while looking at Wiwik annoyed.

"Go you!"finally said. This time Dirga could do nothing. His assistant is now siding with his father-in-law, Rossa Nawang Ayu.

Dirga decided to go into the main room after a while in the kitchen to fill his stomach hungry due to a collapsed mind, and sports that have drained his energy.

Slowly he opened the door handle. There, on the right side of the bed, Dirga saw Dhia prostrating on the prayer mat. His net was momentarily glued to the shady face framed by the white face dangling. Could it be Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, the owner of this breed. Ah, I don't know.

Dirga decided to enter. Walk towards the bathroom. While there, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. While walking he had looked towards the bed, but did not see Dhia there. Bak considers the wind then, he immediately gawked into the dressing room.

Bugh!!

His sturdy body, hit the tiny body of Dhia who happened to be about to come out when he just put his face and prayer mat from inside. The accidental body collision managed to escape the white towel Dirga until he was lying on the floor.

Netra and Dhia's lips instantly rounded perfectly. Watching uncensored something standing in front of him. And for sure, it's not justice. Because until now Dhia had never felt it.

Aaaaaa ....!

Shouted Dhia and Dirga simultaneously so realized. Dirga immediately picked up the towel. Dhia immediately ran out of the dressing room.

"Forget the incident. Let's just say you never see it." Dirga told Dhia when she came out of the room of tragedy the towel sagged.

"E-nothing, Mom. I was just freaking out. I have never met. I-I mean .. have never seen."ralat Dhia stamped.

Acquaintances?

That word made Dirga squint. According to him, there are only words that slide from the lips of plain Dhia.

"But, Mas .. if you want to show again also can, kok, Mas."Dhia stood up as she walked slowly towards Dirga. At that moment Dirga immediately looked in disbelief.

"I'm ready."Dhia smiled with a flirtatious face.

"Don't ngaco, you, Dhia."Dirga put on a ketus face.

"Kok, ngaco, Mas? I'm your wife."Dhia stood walking slowly towards Dirga. His two thin hands boldly gripped the ketus man's shoulder. Turn it around, pushing the man's body to sit on the bed.

"D-Dhia .. Don't fuck around, you."Dirga gulps nervous spit. The more in disbelief as Dhia bravely sits on her lap. Dhia raised one leg, so that the foot raised a white level that was not wrapped in the maroon dress pajama.

Dirga. His eyes peeked into the black bead of the girl. Dhia is not brave. Dhia was just trying to dare tease him. He can see that. Getting closer, he could feel the innocence of the girl's soul that was actually injured.

"You want me to do it?"dirga asked suddenly while looking at the girl's round eyes fixedly.

Dhia was stunned as she swallowed the saliva that was suddenly blocked.

"Well, we can start now."Dirga smiling smirk.

"I'm a normal man Dhia."leirih Dirga slowly while looking at the nervous Dhia fixedly.

"If you ask for it right now, I can do it. How many times, you ask, I can do it too."

"But I asked you."He kept looking at the girl."Do you want to do it with someone who doesn't love you?"

Dhia.

"No, right?"ask Dirga repeating.

Again, Dhia is still silent.

"Aren't you afraid that someday I might leave you?"dirga asked again still continuing to dive into Dhia's black bead which seemed to be currently injured hearing the end of his sentence.

"You love me, Mas. How could you leave me" Dhia suddenly said with reddened eyes.

"You're wrong, Dhia."

"I'm right, Mas."sela Dhia fast. The net back dive into the eyes of the eagle that was very close in front of him. Groped the honesty of every word that came from her husband's lips.

Dirga closed his eyes while gulping his saliva mute.

Netra Dhia is getting flushed. A clear thread had clouded his sight."And if you don't love me, why were you so scared when you wanted to take me, Mom?"

Dhia's question managed to make the man shut up.

Dirga finally let out a heavy sigh. And wanted to move because he could not see Dhia crying. But at the same time, unexpectedly, Dhia pulled his nape and threw a union full of longing in his thick lips.

How not? As a wife, Dhia was very much expecting this. Love, affection, intimacy. But none of that has happened since the wedding. While she was sure, Dirga loved her too. But the reason for the grudge, which Dhia never knew what revenge it was. Successfully became a great wall that obscured his dreams until now.

That second Dirga was stunned. Dhia's soft lips rendered her helpless. But it can still collect awareness in order to regulate chest movements that are getting faster in order to remain immediately appeased. Honestly, this feeling made him helpless. Like the thick walls that are squeezing it. Survive tight, to go, what else .. he's been shackled there.

Dhia took off her pagutan while opening her eyes."You didn't brush it off, Mas"he looked at Dirga who was still silent."That means I'm right ..."

"You love me."

"Enough Dhia!"Dirga straightened his body and immediately turned around.

Dhia smiled faintly as she shrank the rest of the tears that had soaked her cheeks."It's okay if you can't admit it yet, Mas" he said as he sat down.

"I will wait." concluded Dhia while standing, then walked out leaving Dirga who stood glued.

I'm sorry, Dhia .. I know, you must be disappointed this time. Dirga looked at the girl who slowly disappeared from behind the door.

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In a house that is quite magnificent. A boy stands with a young woman who has begun to enter the age of three heads. In front of them, a character-shaped birthday cake on top of which is composed of 8 small candles that have not been lit. Hustle and bustle of voices from some parents and small children present, also enlivened the event.

"Where is it, Ma? why not come yet? The show was about to start."the little boy bent his face. Funny cakes, colorful balloons, and excitement, seemed insignificant to him before he saw the presence of someone he was waiting for at this time. Papa's.

"Patience, dear .. Papa is coming soon. This morning, Papa promised. Papa just a minute to the office. When the work is done, Papa goes home."

"Now must be Papa on the road."The woman calmed her son.

"It's been a long time, Ma. Papa didn't forget, did he, Ma, that I had a birthday today?"

My mom smiled."No, dong, honey. Where maybe Papa forgot. Papa always remembered your birthday."

"So calm, yeah .. You're patient first."The woman squealed as she gently rubbed her son's chest.

Hose then, the roar of the car stopped in front of the big house. The boy immediately ran cheerfully. But when he got outside, he had to swallow a sense of disappointment. When he saw it was the presence of two people with sturdy bodies wearing brown uniforms. The other two are police officers.

"Excuse me.. Is this Arini's mother? The wife of Mr Handika Gumilang?"one of the policemen asked the woman standing in front of him.

"Really, Sir. This ... What's up, huh, sir?"asked Arini with a heart that suddenly felt bad.

"We are from the police, want to convey information about the husband, the mother. Mr. Handika Gumilang has been found dead inside his office. Alleged suicide as a result of corruption in the White House project that dragged him."

"His body was just finished at the autopsy. And now it's on its way here."

Bak was struck by lightning, Arini's body around limbung.

Bodies, suicide, corruption. Those words hit his head until the body of the woman who was still standing fell down on the floor.

"No, no!! ..." shouted Arini hysterically."My husband is unlikely to die. My husband can't kill himself. My husband is not corrupt. Noooo!"messiness.

While the little boy standing by his side stood in fear with reddened eyes. People inside the house immediately rushed out as soon as they heard Arini's screams that filled the room.

The sound of ambulances, the cry of Arini. Instantly coloring the grief in the house. Birthday parties, the excitement is no longer there. Replaced with screams of crying and rumbling for the sake of the roaring concoction filled the room.

"Mr ... Papa don't stay with Rayyan."

"Mrs ... Mama, Mama woke up" yelling at the little boy who saw his mother pass out helpless.

"Mr ..."

"Mrs ..."

"Don't stay in Rayyan ... Huhuhuhuhu."

"Mr ... Mama ..."

"Papa ....!!"

"Mas, Mum ..."

"Mas Dirga."Dhia patted Dirga's cheek until the man gasped with a sweat that had wetted his forehead.

"I just came in, I heard you call, call, Mama, Papa" said Dhia carefully.

He was silent and swallowed repeatedly.

"You miss them, don't you?"ask Dhia again.

Dirga.

"How many times have you heard me delirious?"ask Dirga suddenly.

"Just this time, Mas."I'm Dhia.

"You sure? When we both slept together, you really never heard of me ngigau?"ask Dirga again.

Dhia's got a little prick."What's the matter, Mom?"

"Nothing. I'm just nanya." said Dirga flat. Strange.

"Oh."Dhia answered ambiguously. He moved up the bed. Pulling the blanket, lying on her back.

"Dhia."call Dirga suddenly.

Dhia is looking at."What's up, Mas?"

"Please don't turn your back on me."please ask Dirga slowly.