My wife, Dhia
Sleep, May Your Dreams be Beautiful

"Sister!"shouted Tamara who entered suddenly.

"What?"dirga response flat.

"Antarin me home."Tamara asked half whining.

"Nebeng means." continued Tamara with a whimper.

"Nabengs? aren't we going the other way?"

"Nope!"Tamara sat down in front of Dirga's desk."It's in the same direction."

Dirga looked confused.

"Yes, brother. Now I live in Sendrapati Penthouse's apartment. Nineteen floors."Tamara smiled showing her rows of pure white teeth.

"Since when? How do I not know?"

"Since this day."

Dirga sighed softly."Where's your car?"

"It's still being used to transport my things to, Penthouse."

Dirga closed his laptop, put it in his briefcase, then stood up.

"Come on."

Tamara smiled triumphantly. He quickly followed Dirga out of the room.

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Sendrapati Penthouse, Sandra,

Private lift stops on the nineteen floor.

"Sister didn't stop by my penthouse?"

"Make what?"ask Dirga lazy.

"Yes stopped by. Her sister moved, there's no harm in being welcomed."

"Other times."

Tamara pursed her lips in annoyance as she exited the elevator. While the private elevator door slowly closed carrying Dirga towards the last floor.

Penthouse door opens. Dirga swept a view to every corner of the room that looked quiet. Invisible nose Wiwik rod. Dhia too. He stepped into the main room where the door was open. Inside, the net was directly pounded on the girl who wore a light blue midi dress, with hair rolled up, seen standing on an ornamental chair, like putting a large picture on the wall of the room.

"Ready."Dhia smiled sweetly, unaware of the presence of Dirga who was standing watching her.

"Eh, wait .. It's like it's tilting, deh."Dhia speaks for itself. Then look at the left side. Either because of paying too much attention to the position of the image, Dhia accidentally stepped on the end of the chair that made her legs slip.

"Be careful ...!"dirga exclaimed while running and swiftly caught Dhia's body.

"Oh my goodness, aaaa ..."Dhia yelling. In that instant, his body immediately fell into Dirga's embrace. In romantic dramas, the two looked at each other stunned.

"What are you doing, anyway? What if it really falls?"

Dirga's throbbing voice made Dhia wake up.

"Again our wedding photo, Mas."

Dirga glanced at the wedding picture of himself with Dhia which was installed on the wall of the room. A couple holding hands and smiling happily, wearing matching clothes, light blue. It's beautifully framed in there.

Dirga hissing."You're so ugly, why install, anyway?"

Dhia's picking lips."Just delicious. I'm beautiful, you know. If, no. .. where you might want to marry me, Mas."

"Yes, right?"Dhia blinked her eyes."Look, now you feel so good about me. I'm not heavy, am I?"

"Weight."cetus Dirga and immediately downhill Dhia to stand.

"Wait, Mas." intercept Dhia as Dirga is about to leave.

"What?"

"Please help take a picture first. I think it's still tilting."

Dirga stepped lazily. His hands stretched out upwards to immediately fix the position of the frame.

"Not climbing up a chair, Mom?"

"No need. Am I short, like you?"

Dhia grimacing."I just realized, it turns out you're tall, Mas."

"No need to tell a lot of stories, Dhia ... This is the right one yet?"

"To the left, Mas."

"Lookin?"

"OK, fitting."Dhia smile.

Dirga returned to the picture for a few seconds.

"Good, right, Mas?"tanya Dhia half whispered.

"Emm."Dirga nodded unconsciously.

"Ah, you finally admit."Dhia smile.

"Fotoku, that's good. Not you."Dirga leaves Dhia walking towards the bathroom.

"O Allah, praise me, dong, Mas. Bad wife."

Dhia's voice was still heard by Dirga. The man walked over with a faint smile, before finally disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Dirga and Dhia eat dinner together. Coinciding then, the presence of Tamara appears. The girl was wearing a black satin-clad sleeping kimono. Looking sexy, walk over to Dirga and Dhia.

"Loh, loh ... Tamara's mom here?"Wiwik looks confused to see Tamara come with an appearance that he thinks is unusual. As well as Dhia, the girl instantly lost her appetite.

"Yes, Wik. Sorry to interrupt your dinner."

"What's wrong?"Dirga still continued eating, when he had turned to Tamara who was standing.

"Light room in my penthouse, dead, brother. I fear. Could you please, right?"Tamara spoke in a voice that sounded spoiled.

A penthouse? So he now lives in this apartment as well? bathin Dhia's.

"Oh, so Madam Tamara has been living in this apartment unit as well? Since when, Mother? How come Wiwik never saw it?"

"Yes, Wik. It's just today."

"Why don't you call the electrician?"dirga asked as she rubbed her mouth with a tissue.

"The electrician, man, brother. What if they fuck? I'm scared."

Dirga was silent for a moment."Yeah, I'm coming down in a minute."

"I wait, brother."Tamara smiled as she turned around and walked out of Dirga's Penthouse.

"Mas, I'm coming, huh?"Dhia opened her voice.

"Make what? Want to get the lights?"Dirga saw Dhia.

"Can. I can, I can, Mom."

Dirga hissing."Can take care of you. The photo fell. Sok-sok'an want to cook the lamp."

Dhia grimacing."Can, yes, Mas. I'm coming, huh?"

"Somepast eat it."

Tamara left when she heard the door of the Penthouse ringing. He rushed to open, as soon as the smile that had adorned his lips instantly faded. Seeing the presence of Dirga who came with Dhia.

"Which light died?"dirga asked as he stepped with a medium-sized box in his hand.

"Room, brother."

Dirga went straight into the room.

Dhia wanted to step up after Dirga, but then she gasped when suddenly Tamara pulled her arm.

"Here you are."

Dhia looked at Tamara.

"Temporary wife doesn't have to act like a real wife."

"What do you mean?"Dhia stared cynically."Our marriage is legal, in the eyes of law and religion. And our marriage also has no agreement whatsoever."

"Well, what's the reason you're saying I'm a temporary wife?"

Tamara smiled mockingly."Dhia, Dhia .. you are so stupid!"

"You know for yourself, don't you, that Dirga's sister married you just for revenge? That means, once her revenge is avenged, she'll leave you."

"Throwing you away. Ckckck"Tamara clucked slowly."Poor ..."

"I don't care what she married me for. But what is certain is that this is the man in there, "Dhia turned towards the open door."He's my husband."

"And I will make him fall in love with me, until he forgets all his grudges, and doesn't want to get away from me."

"Sir Dirga will never love you."

"You're wrong, he already loves me."Dhia answered casually.

"Will never!"((It will never!"sahut Tamara fast. His eyes were glaring in fear.

"But he kissed me. We also slept together, and ..."Dhia hung up her sentence while putting on a timid face."I think you can imagine."

"What if a man and a woman are in the same room. Especially, it's rainy season."

"Ah, that's it .. I don't need to explain everything to you, right? I'm ashamed."Dhia smiled with satisfaction managed to make Tamara silenced.

"I don't believe your words that easily."

"What ever."sahut Dhia fast."It's up to you to believe or not."

"What are you guys? Please one person come!"dirga exclaimed from the room.

The two women immediately turned their heads and hurriedly entered the room.

"What does it take?"

"What do you need?"

Tanya Dhia and Tamara together.

The one who heard it was silent. He looked at Dhia and Tamara in turn.

"Take the lamp."Dirga pointed at the small box above the bed.

Once again, the two girls were back together. With a quick movement the two together grabbed the box. At that time, Tamara immediately seized it, from Dhia's grasp, and gave the box to Dirga.

'This, brother."

"The lamp is alive. If you die again, let me know. Let me call the electrician right away."

Tamara nodded slowly.

"Darling, let's go home."Dhia hugged Dirga's right arm until it made the man gasp. Moreover, hearing the words of love that were thrown with the spoiled voice of the girl, instantly made Dirga powerless to refuse.

"I'm sleepy."

"Yes, we're going home now."Dirga answered slowly.

Dhia smiled with satisfaction, sticking her tongue out at Tamara. Right now, the girl was seen harboring a deep resentment towards him. While Dhia, he increasingly tightened his embrace in the solid arm of Dirga. Walk out to private elevator.

"Basic, flirty woman!"as Tamara said, when the Penthouse door was closed. He opened the door of the main room, then closed it hard. It is sad that his heart is full of pain.

"Here, why this?"Dirga glanced at Dhia's hand that had not been released, and was still pampered in her arm despite already being in the elevator.

Dhia grimacing."It's okay, dong, Mas. You know, it feels good ... really if you bend your arm like this."

"What's more if you hug you." Dhia said.

"Not to dream of you."

Dhia pursed her lips while releasing her hand from Dirga's arm.

"Truly spy, anyway. Just hugging can't."Dhia folded her hands in front of her chest. Face's bent.

Both arrived at the twenty-floor. Dhia went straight into the room leaving Dirga a few steps behind. He immediately laid himself down, grabbed the blue blanket, then covered almost his entire body. He is so upset right now. Either because of remembering the words of Tamara, or because Dirga always answered with a ketus. The taste clashed, making him prefer to sleep, trying to relieve a raging heart.

"Who told you to sleep?"Dirga pulled the blanket that wrapped Dhia's body."You can't sleep before I go to sleep."

Dhia did not move and chose to keep her eyes closed.

"You forgot I had the same task I asked you to do? You have to blow my head every time I sleep."

"Not to dream, you, Mas"sahut Dhia fast.

Dirga's wide-eyed."That's right, my words."

Dhia was silent, not wanting to answer at all.

"You why? Are you angry with me?"Dirga sat himself on the bed.

Dhia is still quiet.

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

Dhia turned around and looked at Dirga."Here if you want to be touched. Before I change my mind."

Dirga smiled faintly."That's it, dong." he lay down next to Dhia and closed his eyes.

"Mas."Call Dhia slowly.

"Hemm"

"Tamara .. is he spoiled for you?"

Dirga opened her eyes and turned to Dhia."Why ask that?"

"It's okay, sleep ..."Dhia undoes the intention to ask again.

"He was spoiled for me. Maybe because she never had an older brother." explained Dirga finally.

"Since when has he been your foster brother?"

"Since childhood."Dirga looking at the ceiling."Her parents raised me as a child, since then I have considered Tamara like my own sister. He's also been a friend who can comfort me, ever since I lost everything."

"He's just your foster brother, Mas. Not the real sister. Don't get too close, yeah .." said Dhia half-murmuring while closing her eyes.

"I don't want him close. I don't want to lose you. I love you ..."Dhia's voice sounded increasingly quiet and unclear, his fingers were kneeling even, stopping and drooping.

At that moment Dirga immediately looked over. He smiled faintly looking at Dhia who was already asleep.

Dert, derr, dert,

The notification sound on her phone made Dirga switch, then open it. For a moment he was silent, then his fingers moved to reply to the message. He let out a heavy sigh, then turned to look at Dhia who was asleep.

"Sleep, may your dreams be beautiful." whisper Dirga slowly.

then his outstretched hand tightly hugged the girl's slender waist. Close your eyes to fall asleep immediately.