My wife, Dhia
Stay at Mama's house

From the trip, to when he arrived at the Penthouse, the screams of accusation and the face of the middle-aged woman were still clearly recorded in Dhia's mind. And what he never thought, why did Dirga lie to him?

Mama Arini's?

Why would Mas Dirga lie, say his mother is dead? Why would he say that?

Why did he lie to me and my whole family?

Does this have anything to do with that revenge?

And Papa?

Bathin Dhia continues to be haunted by questions. He swallowed a bitter taste. His hand involuntarily squeezed the pillow tightly. He was afraid to accept the fact that he was the flesh and blood of a murderer.

"No, Papa can't be a killer."Dhia's been clinging to it a lot."That woman must be wrong. His soul was troubled, after all the soul nurse said that the woman was always yelling like that."

Dhia murmured softly, then let out a long sigh.

"Yes, that woman must be just talking."

"Mr Dhia ... Ms Dhia ...."

The sound of the room door being knocked. And it is certain that the sound of the chimes is Wiwik's.

"Come in, Wik."

"Here, the orange juice."Wiwik gives Dhia the fresh juice.

"Thank you, Wik."Dhia gulped it down to half a glass.

"Yes, Mommy."Wiwik watched Dhia's face."Why Dhia ma'am? sick, huh? it's like that lackluster face."

"No, Wik."

"Emmm .. This must be a face-face withstanding the burden of longing, this." continued Wiwik pretentiously."Patience, Ms. Dhia. Tomorrow too Dirga has come home, really."

Dhia smiled faintly.

"Mbak Dhia, what are you going to eat tonight? Let Wiwik masakin."

Dhia was silent for a moment.

"You don't have to cook Wik. Tonight I want to stay at my mom's house. You're okay if I live alone?"

"Or you go with me. Wouldn't you?"

"No, no, Madam Dhia. If Wiwik is taking care of Penthouse who? If Mas Dirga knows, it can be mutated to the north pole, Wiwik, Mbak."

Dhia chuckles softly.

"Oh yeah, I think I'm leaving right now, Wik. Afraid of the night hunt."

"Mbak Dhia want to ride what? Didn't call Mas Doddy, did you? let Madam Dhia be escorted with her."

"Not to, Wik. I ordered an ojek online, really. Just chatted, he said he was waiting downstairs."

"Oh that. Careful, yes, ma'am."

"With, Ms Dhia Chantika Ayu?"ask the young man wearing the green jacket.

"Yes, Mum."

The man immediately gave the helmet, to Dhia. Dhia immediately accepted and wore it."The intended address matches the application, right, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Mum."Dhia gets on a motorcycle. But on the way, suddenly the motor stopped right in front of the indomerot.

"Why, Mas? How's stopping?"

"No idea, Ma'am. It looks like it's on strike, huh. I'll check first, huh, Ma'am?"

"Yes already."

Dhia breathed a heavy sigh.

Some time after researching the cause of the damage, but the motor did not live. It sounded in Dhia's ear the man clucked.

"Can't do it, huh, Mom?"

"Sorry Mother. Looks like you're gonna have to find another ojek, huh, Ma'am. My motor cannot live. Sorry, yes, Ma'am." said the man.

Dhia sighed in disappointment."Yes, that's it then."

"Once again sorry, yes, Ma'am."

Dhia nodded slowly. His throat suddenly dried up. It seemed like the juice he had been drinking a while ago before leaving, leaving behind a taste that made him thirsty. His net was fixed on the indomerot shop across the street. He stepped up, and went inside. Take one bottle of mineral water, and come back out after paying for it.

"Dh."

Dhia almost chokes when she wants to swallow a drink, when the bass voice of someone calls her. He saw a man in a black shirt and wearing a hat walking up to him.

"Dhan. You here?"

"Yes, I happen to want to buy a drink too. You alone?"

Dhia.

"Where are you going?"

"To Mama's house?"

"Oh."Dhanu smiled faintly."Up what?"

"So ride on the ojek. But his motorcycle broke down. Plan to get Inka."Dhia answered at that.

An awkward feeling to go through both. Friendships that are long enough now are like giving distance. Unlike the old days, before Dhanu expressed her feelings to Dhia.

"Just like me."

Dhia wanted to talk but Dhanu directly cut him off.

"Don't misunderstand. I happen to be going to your Mama's house."

Dahi Dhia is wrinkled."Why?"

"You're between Inca jackets."

"Inka Rackets? How can you?"

"Yes, two days ago we were touring. With other engineering students. Don't accidentally jakcket Inka missed in my motorcycle box."

"Oh, that. Yes."sahut Dhia.

"Attent. I'm inside first."

Dhia nodded slowly. Then sit on a long chair in front of the indomerot while waiting for Dhanu. It didn't take long, even Dhanu, to come out with a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Come on, Dhi."

Dhia immediately stood up, and got into Dhanu's white car.

"Tumben's in the car?"Dhia smiled faintly.

"Yes, I'm lazy to ride a bike."Dhanu chuckled softly as she twisted the contact.

"Tumben you get along with the Incas. Usually fighting mute when you meet, like a cat with a mouse."Dhia laughed crisply.

"He is fierce, salty, his mouth also if you can not brake. But the guy's actually fuckin' hot. Coincidentally yesterday confused about what to do, fitting he did not touring, yes .. I want it."

"Bandung."sahut Dhanu while driving his car.

"Seru sure is."

"Lumayanlah. Noggle."Dhanu chuckled softly."Oh, yes, Dhi ..."

Dhia.

"Today I put something the same Early. Has he given you yet?"

"It."

"Do you like his shoes?"

The shoe? So Dhanu gave me shoes?

"S-like." Dhia told a lie. Because honestly he has not opened the contents of the box given by the man.

"Thank God."Dhanu smiled with relief.

"Why do you give me shoes?"

"You don't misunderstand me. I love it for memories only. Because we've been friends all along. Yes .. regardless of the dispute that occurred between us. I'm sorry."

"Two days, we're graduating. I hope you'll wear it."

Dhia smiled faintly not intending to answer.

"If you don't like it, I don't force it. Maybe your husband bought you shoes?"dhanu said guessing. Then chuckled softly while looking ahead.

Some time on the way, the two arrived in front of the big white house. Rossa, who happened to be outside feeding the fish, stared curiously at the white CR-V car that had stopped in the courtyard.

He immediately smiled when he saw Dhia get out of the car, changed in wonder when he saw a man who came with Dhia. Not Dirga, his daughter-in-law. Except Dhanu.

"Dhia .. kok, you ...."

Dhia takes Rossa's right hand and kisses her.

"Mas Dirga to Singapore, Ma. There's work. I want to stay here one night. Can you, right, Ma?"

"By, dong, baby. But why are you the same as Dhanu?"

Dhanu immediately smiled as she greeted Rossa."Good afternoon, Auntie."

"Sore."sahut Rossa friendly.

"Yes, aunt. We did not know the time to buy drinks. Coincidentally I want to take the Inca jacket that missed the touring time yesterday, aunt."

"So I take Dhia with me." bright Dhanu.

"Oh, that's it."

"It's the jakcket, Aunt."Dhanu gave it to Rossa."Please give it to the Inca. I'll go home first."

"Well, don't you stop by, Nu? It was such a hurry." asked Rossa.

"No Aunt. It was late afternoon."

"Yes, you're careful, yeah."

"Yes, Aunt. Excuse me."

"Thank you, Nu."ujar Dhia.

Dhanu smiled faintly then stepped towards the car.

"Hey, Lake. I'm going home, you. Don't you wait for the cave to be kicked out?"the Inca chirps suddenly came out in front of the door.

Dhanu throws a lip at the Inca, before finally getting into the car.

"Aahaha."The Inca laughed to see it.

"Inka, it can't be.!"Rossa sharpened her eyes.

"Just kidding, Ma."

"Yes, it's not polite. It's your jacket."Rossa thrust the black leather jacket at the Inca."How can you miss, anyway? so careless to be a girl."

"It's your head if you don't stick, you'll forget to take it home."Rossa mengedumel on the youngest child.

Inka flicked her lips as she grabbed the leather jacket.

"Want to stay here? Must be fighting again, huh?"Inka threw a probing gaze.

"Sokay know you."Dhia menoyor Inca head.

"It hurts, Mommy."Dhia rubbed her jidat."Where is Dirga?"

"Outcountry. There's work."sahut Dhia's lazy.

"Where is it, Ma? Still work?"dhia asked when everyone had gone inside.

"Yes. Maybe go home soon."

"Sir, I'm not, yet?"ask Inka with her chirp.

"Sir, you go in, gih, to the room. There's-there's a question."grudge Dhia annoyed.

"Anything, anyway, Ma'am?"Inca squinted."Don't tell me you're sleeping apart again?"

"Is that right, Dhia?"ask Rossa chimed.

"No, ma. Dirga has kept his promise, really. We slept in the room. If you don't believe me, I ask Wiwik."

"So, are there any signs yet?"ask Rossa.

"Sign, sign ... what, Ma?"

"Signs of pregnancy, dong, Dhia."

Dhia. Why is it in this interrogation? I think Dhia regretted coming here.

"No, Ma. In their room we need to install cctv, deh, like .. let them not lie anymore. The proof, Madam Dhia is not pregnant yet."

Dhia looked up at the Inca. This lad?

"Inka...The little child knows what about pregnancy-pregnancy. There, get into the room!"Rossa threw a sharp glare back.

"All right."The Inca turned around with lethargic steps.

Dhia smelled a smile. Feeling satisfied when the stove explodes successfully extinguished.

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