My wife, Dhia
What If I Don't Want to?

"How ... has it been obtained about the company's owner's information?"

"No, Sir. Looks like the owner of the company keeps his privacy meetings."

There was a voice coming from behind the middle-aged man's cell phone sipping a cup of coffee at the table.

"Basic stupid! you're not so damn good."

"Sorry, Sir, Malik. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to dig up information about the owner of that company."

The voice from behind the phone was interrupted when Rossa served a toast with peanut butter on the table.

"Where is the boy. Does he approve?"

"Dhia ... "Rossa's voice was cut off when he heard a small step down the stairs.

"That's it ..." Malik muttered grinning. Seeing Dhia who was descending with a cold face. The girl looked simple. Prepare to start the morning routine to go to college."How, honey? Your mama must have told me. Do you agree?"The man's voice was so soft. This is in stark contrast to what was heard last night. Drastically changed. Like he's not. Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan's. But in reality, this was the middle-aged man. That's his nature. It is not uncommon to be rude and rude. But sometimes they can be gentle. I don't know. It's like having a double personality. His attitude is hard to guess.

"Aren't there any other options, Pa?"Dhia dared to ask.

"So you mean you don't want to?"

Dhia gulped repeatedly. When the middle-aged man's facial features seemed to change.

"Dhia .. trust Papa. He's a good guy, really. Her name is Dirga Rayyan Megantara. Owner of Megantara Group. He's rich. The handsome again."

"Papa. You won't regret marrying him. You're lucky." silenced Malik without sin.

"Again, he said he'd met you. He said, he's .. he's already in love at first sight."

"What if I don't want to?"Dhia is back against. I don't know where that courage comes from. Suddenly he made a noise that might have caused an even worse uproar like last night.

Rossa who heard that just stood up with a pias face. While the ends of his fingers were ceaselessly twisting each other. Plus the look of Malik's eyes that showered him with sharp eyes. That moment made his joints feel weak.

"I told you .. I don't want any rejection. This afternoon he will come. Don't make me ashamed."Malik looked at Dhia and Rossa alternately with a threatening look. Before finally leaving and disappearing from behind the door.

Dhia. It was heartless to see the woman he loved so much that he was so frightened. He approached. Shrink the clear fur that flows on the cheeks that no longer look tight.

"Ma ..."

Rossa looked at Dhia with a sad face. He has no voice. Yet the tears that kept flowing were enough to describe his injured heart at this moment.

"Don't cry, Ma."Dhia carved a smile"I'm willing to marry that person."

Rossa was quick. "No, son. Don't do that. Mama knows your heart is broken."

"Wiiih ... What is this? Early in the morning there was already a scene of crying."The sound of the Inca made the two look. The beautiful yet slightly tomboyish girl came down with quick steps. Put the bag on an empty dining chair.

"Come, Papa?"ask the Inca with a quick hand movement put the pieces of bread into the mouth and chew it.

"You're so fucking know."Rossa walked pouring milk into a glass."What time was it last night?"

"No idea, Ma. Forgot" the Inca answered accordingly.

Rossa sighed softly."You're this. Always home at night. Remember, you are a girl. Not men!"

"Or, Ma."

"I'm leaving first, Ma."Dhia kissed the back of Rossa's hand.

"Not breakfast yet, dear." hail Rossa.

"No, Ma. Breakfast is left."Dhia stepped out.

"Breakfast, Ma'am. Don't let it go. Let's be strong against the hard reality of life."Chirps Inka a little screaming. Either Dhia heard it or not. But Rossa seemed to realize that the Inca knew that things were not going well.

"I know, Ma."Inca reopened her mouth when Rossa saw her with a peeking gaze."I didn't overhear."

"I'm leaving, Ma."Inka stood up while holding her black bag over her shoulder. Then kiss the back of Rossa's hand.

"Be careful, son. Don't speed up the bike."

"Sip, buk, boss" the Inca replied in a respectful style.

Rossa can only be clumsy. He knew very well the personality of his youngest son. Not infrequently Inca friends tell him that the Inca always rode a motorcycle very fast. His youngest son also whined asking to buy a dirt bike. Rossa refused hard. He thinks it's unnatural. And in the end Rossa just bought a motor matic seloopy. It was also modified with a shape that according to Rossa urakan. It's cool, he said.

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"Dhya!" Excited a young man who looks casual but impressed neat. The slightly narrow-eyed young man ran over to Dhia.

"There's still class?"

"It's over. Why?"

"Road, yuk."Dhanu raised her eyebrows while smiling sweetly. Men who are one campus with Dhia but different majors have long kept the heart of Dhia. Dhia knows that. But Dhia pretended not to know. Because for him, the friendship between himself and Dhanu was more comfortable.

Actually, Dhanu is a good man. He also comes from a well-off family. Good youth, supple and sociable. It can always be a nice guy filling the days of Dhia.

If you have to move on to a deeper relationship. Dhia fear. No one can guess. Love does not always run smoothly. There could be a dispute in the middle of the road. Not wanting that to happen, Dhia prefers to be safe. Because you do not want a friendship that is almost four years intertwined must be separated because of love affairs.

Dhia sighed softly."Sorry, Dhanu. I can't."

"Why?"Dhanu frowned. It's not usually Dhia like this. Because usually Dhia will welcome him with a carefree face when Dhanu invites to spend time. I don't know if it's eating. Or just walk around for the afternoon breeze.

"I have family business."I'm Dhia honest."I have to get home soon."

"Oh, so."Dhanu mangosteen."You don't bring a car. I'm dropping off, yeah."

"No need, Nu."reject Dhia quickly.

"Oh, it's okay. No need to bother."Dhanu directly pulled Dhia's arm. Take him to the parking lot where his red sports bike is.

"I promised to go home with Inka, Nu."

"You seriously want to go home with that little whimper?" Dhanu underestimated."Oh my, Dhia. You have hair instead jigrak not because kayak bihun has not been watered by hot water."

"I'm!"firm Dhanu."I don't know what a bike ride is."

Dhia only chuckles softly hearing Dhanu who keeps raving mocking her sister, the Inca. He also directly according to ride on the motor sport when Dhanu asked for it.

Twenty minutes on the way. Both finally arrived in front of a luxurious house with white shades and black fence. Dhia is down.

"Thank you, Nu."

"okay."Dhanu smiled sincerely. His vision was then fixed on the latest European-made black sedan car parked in the courtyard of the luxury house."There's a guest."

Dhia immediately looked over. Feel familiar with the car parked in the yard."Maybe Papa's business friend."

"Oh."Dhanu mangosteen but a little ambiguous.

"Here, the helmet."Dhia gave the helmet to Dhanu who had just been released.

Dhia hesitated. There was laughter coming from the living room. There was a faint sound that made him Dejavu. Not Papa's voice. The voice of another man in the living room.

"Papa was really serious with his words."lirih Dhia quietly. He swallowed repeatedly. His heart was really scared and nervous.

"Well, that's it he's home." said the middle-aged man to a man sitting on his back to Dhia. The man immediately looked over. Instantly Dhia's bolamata locked onto the eagle's eyes looking at her with a smile.

"Hi."Greet the man.

"You, w-why is it here?"Dhia confusion.

Malik laughed."Dhia ... What are you talking about? This is Dirga Rayyan Megantara who you told me about this morning. He's your future husband."

"Cabin, son. Don't just stand there." - Malik softly. Sit here."Dhia complied and sat down in front of Dirga. The man who had recently managed to control his mind. Undeniably. Since an accidental meeting a week ago, and last night's incident made Dhia continue to imagine the handsome face of the man.

He's my future husband? bathin Dhia did not expect. I don't know, this time he should be happy or sad. What kind of coincidence is this?

"Come, Ma. We leave them."Malik invited Rossa who had just sat down and kept quiet."Give them time for deeper introductions. They will soon be married."

Rossa stood up, walking around her husband.

"Explain to me, why do you suddenly want to marry me?"Dhia opened her voice and looked at Dirga.

"Honestly, since our meeting a week ago I've fallen in love with you."I'm Dirga while returning Dhia's gaze deeply. About loaning money to your Papa company. That's my alibi. That's all for your dad to accept me.

Dhia.

"If I suddenly came to propose to you. It's certain that Papa you will reject me." continued Dirga again."I hope my feelings aren't wrong."

"Because I feel you feel the same way about me."Dirga's voice sounded softly in Dhia's ear.

The girl immediately lowered. His heart suddenly presented an unusual beat. There were flowers that seemed to bloom and butterflies that seemed to dance flying from within.

"Tonight, I intend to take you out. Consider this as our introduction to be closer. You want?"

Dhia too, raised her face.