My wife, Dhia
Like I've seen it. But Where?

"Before getting married, Mas Dirga was always in Singapore, huh Wik?"

Wiwik recalls, and quit his job cleaning the table after dinner."About once every two months, ma'am. You see, Mas Dirga's parents are in Singapore."

"Old man?"

"Yes, Mother. Daddy's Tamara Ma'am. His adoptive parents are Mas Dirga."

"Oh."Dhia answered ambiguously. There are a lot of questions that Dhia would love to know. According to him, Dirga was too closed. Even about her husband's biological parents, Dhia doesn't know. All he knew, was about the two man's biological parents who had long since died. It is also because Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan who questioned the existence of the two Dirga people, before the marriage between himself and Dirga occurred.

"Tamara's parents ever come here, Wik?"

"Never, Mother. Wiwik was also astonished. Wong pasnya Mbak Dhia same Mas Dirga aja not come. Though, Mas Dirga his adopted son."

"Yes, right, Ma'am?"

Dhia sighed softly.

"Mas Dirga is too closed. He's like keeping secrets about his life."

Wiwik. According to him, Dhia was right. It seems Dirga was deliberately keeping a meeting about his past. This he realized when Dirga threatened to fire him, if he told Dhia about his past. Whatever it is.

"You too, if asked never want to answer."Dhia glanced at Wiwik annoyed.

"Yes, sorry, Ma'am. Wiwik also did not know much about Mas Dirga. You see, Wiwik also hasn't lived here long."

"Wiwik is also afraid of speaking wrongly. The target was Mas Dirga even angry. You yourself, right, if Mas Dirga is angry how?"

"You want me to fire?"Wiwik shows Dirga while looking at him sharply.

"Emoooh, ah, Wiwik does not want to be fired, Ma'am." he said.

Dhia chuckled softly at Wiwik's expression."What the hell, you, Wik. Dirga anyway, stay cool then. If you fall even like a thug to be lazy."

"Acrim dong, means Wiwik, Ma'am?."

"Rubber."

"Mbak Dhia is cruel. Brutal has fallen like Mas Dirga." said Wiwik with lips monyong.

Dhia laughed softly.

"Udah malaem. Dhia's mom didn't call Mas Dirga? is it not kangen?"wiwik Goda with a smile.

"That's why, Wik. But I'm afraid to bother."

"Halaaah, Mas Dirga gini malems are impossible to work, Ma'am. Definitely now again. Try it, Madam Dhia called."

"Wiwik is sure Mas Dirga must be smirk."

"Sokay know, you."

"Emmm .. tuh, right."Wiwik looked at Dhia while narrowing his eyes."How to say it's like Mas Dirga."

"Sokay know, you."Wiwik repeats Dhia's sentence.

Dhia grimacing."Huh, ah. I'm going to go to the room."

Dhia.

"Halaaah, tell me to call yaang."

Dhia had raised his lips on Wiwik, while walking up the stairs. In the room, he immediately broke down. Her net looked at the ceiling of the room. Then clucked while rolling here and there, like agitated.

Dhia took a deep breath."Very quiet."

He quietly rubbed the empty pillow by his head."You just left this morning. I miss you so much."

"Normally gini nights you must have told me to mijitin. Although it seems to me annoying, but at the moment I'm even kangen."lirih Dhia again. The index moves around the phone screen. I wanted to call, but I doubt it.

Just then, the ringing of the phone made him flinch. He too, looked. And how unexpected Dhia was when she saw the video call from someone who had just thought of. Bak said to long for welcome, a pair of human children is like having a heart that has been bound together.

Video Call?

Dhia quickly tidied up her hair, then fixed her slightly messy sleeping kimono. Still not enough, Dhia then grabbed her small glass that was above the nightstand. Examine the face, then throw any small glass in the bed.

He had a hard thud cleared the hoarse voice in his throat, before wiping the screen.

"Hallo, Mom."

Long time to lift it?

As soon as the sniffling sound opened the sound.

At this moment, Dhia could see Dirga as if he was in a room. Because the man was leaning against the wall of the bed.

"You can't soften a little, Mom, the sound? It's too late for a while."

"Why, so bad, huh?"Dhia raised both eyebrows.

Can you, no, you don't have to be a person?

"I'm a tuh, not a puck, Mas. But I'm sure you're missing me again. If not ..."

"Well try, you video call? Can pass the usual call if there is someone who wants to talk. I'm sure you'll miss seeing me, right?"

"yes, right, Mas?"

"Yes, ngaku, hayo ..."agoda Dhia again.

Silence you. I know so well to be a person. What college are you really in, anyway? Shamanistic?

Dhia is giggling slowly."You're funny, huh, Mas? where there are shamanic majors. If I had, I would have chosen that major."

Dirga.

"Yes .. so I can learn pellet science. So I don't have to bother, deh, think about how to make you bend your knees with me."

Dirga hissing. Yes, you don't have much story. Where's your hand?

"Make what, Mom?"

Don't ask too many questions, Dhia. Quickly show your hands.

"Right hand or left hand?"

It is up to Dirga without burden.

Dhia raised her right hand."What's it doing, Mas?"

What is the movement of mijit?

Dirga's question makes Dhia even more confused.

"Come."Dhia moves her fingers like a massage.

Okay, keep doing that. Don't stop until I tell you to. Even if I'm not there, it doesn't mean you can take a day off.

Dhia widens her eyes in disbelief."You're not sick anymore, are you, Mom?"

"So, why was my hand told to blow the wind? It won't feel like it's there either, Mommy."

No need to protest, Dhia. Who told you to stop?

Dirga nagged as she saw Dhia's finger stop moving.

While throwing a rough breath and a bent face down, Dhia finally obeyed her husband's ridiculous request. His white fingers moved lazily.

I don't know what this man's intentions are. What was clear, he was currently smacking a smile looking at Dhia's face that was bowed in frown.

The right hand, Dhia ...

"Strick, Mom."Dhia whining.

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No activity makes Dhia bored. The penthouse felt lonely for him, only the sound of Wiwik's cry that occasionally echoed in there. During the day, after the zhuhur prayer, Dhia finally decided to go somewhere.

BinaWangsa Mental Hospital

Wearing casual clothing, a short-sleeved army rayon suit, and unraveling hair, he walked down the white-walled hallway. Occasionally a thin smile greeted the passing soul nurse.

Dhia continued walking, until finally stopping for a moment, looking at a middle-aged woman who was sitting with a blank look under the pink tabebuya tree. It was not far from the room where the woman was when Dhia first saw her back then.

Once hesitated, but Dhia finally decided to stay close to the pale-faced woman.

It's like I've seen it. But where?

The sound of Dhia's footsteps made the middle-aged woman look at him.

"W-who are you? Go!"The middle-aged woman threw a sharp gaze with her chest moving up and down. His face seemed to imply a deep soul pressure.

"Oh, mom calm down ..."Dhia spread her palms in front of her chest. Crouching in front of the middle-aged woman. Trying to make the woman unafraid and not yell back.

"You must be the reporter who spread the fake news. You must be the one. Just go! My husband is not corrupt."

"Go!"

"Buk, mom ... please calm down, huh? I am not a journalist, though. I am an ordinary man. And I'm not a bad person either, kok, buk."

"Mother calm down, yes .. don't be afraid."

Dhia's voice sounded so soft on the middle-aged woman's ear. Until slowly the tensed face of the pale-faced woman was a little calmer.

"I brought food. Mommy want?"Dhia opened the totebag and showed a medium-sized box with a sponge cake in front of the woman.

The pale-faced woman immediately shook her head over and over again.

Dhia noticed the young gray knit sweater that the middle-aged woman was wearing. Exactly the same as the sweater he found in Dirga's room at the time. Initial A is written neatly on the chest.

"Why not? Mom scared?"

The woman did not answer, but continued to look at Dhia's face with a lookout.

Dhia smiled gently."I won't hurt mom. Because I'm not a bad person. You know that tall guy who used to visit you?"

The woman nodded repeatedly.

"Rayyan?"the woman's face turned cheerful.

Rayyan's?

Dhia was silent for a moment.

"Yes ... Rayyan." repeated Dhia with a smile."I'm his wife."

Hearing Dhia's last two words, the woman's smile suddenly disappeared, alternating with tension all over her face.

Braak!

He was aghast when the sponge cake in his hand was thrown to the ground.

"Why banished?"

"Go, son of a murderer. Go!"

"My husband is not corruption. Husband murdered. Go!"the woman was hysterical.

"Rayyaan .. please, Mama!"

"Please, Mama,!"

"Go, son of a murderer! Go!!"

Killer kid?

The mama?

Dhia's body felt weak. Those words were like a huge boulder hitting his head. Keep turning until it makes his head turn dizzy. He immediately held on to the wall when his body was dazed.

"My husband is not corruption. My husband was murdered."

"Go!"

A soul nurse ran over to the woman who was currently shouting hysterically.

"Why, Arini's mother? Why?"

"Suster, help me. He's a killer boy. The father killed my husband!"

"Essir him.!"

"This lady's nurse!"

Papa's?

Killer's papa?

Dhia gulped her saliva which instantly felt faint. The woman continued to throw unexpected accusations at him.

"Yes, Arini's book, I need to calm down. I'll kick him out."

"Mother, relax."

"Wants to heal, right?"ask the soul nurse.

The woman nodded like a child.

"Mbak .. once again sorry, yes, Ma'am. Ma'am has to go. Don't be offended by Arini's buk words. The condition of his soul to date is still really severe."

"Mother Arini always screams like this when she meets people she just met."

Dhia nodded slowly."I understand."

If I recover, my husband can live again, right, sister?

Dhia had heard the middle-aged woman ask, when the female soul nurse brought her into the white wall room.