My wife, Dhia
Something I Want to Ask

"You know who Dirga's adoptive parents are?"Malik looked at Dhia with a probing look.

Today, the little family is eating dinner. The atmosphere was cold, there was no warmth.

Dhia shakes."No, Pa."

Malik smiled cynically, almost invisibly.

But Dhia noticed. That smile made him cringe. In her heart she hoped, Malik had nothing to do with the death of Mama Arini's husband.

Rossa turned her head, watching Malik move, as her husband's phone rang. The middle-aged man walked away. Talk slowly, in secret. Dhia had sharpened his ears, but unfortunately he could not hear so clearly Malik's conversation with someone across the phone.

The night is getting late, Dhia has not even been closed. I think he wanted to ask Mama Rossa all the questions that stuck with him. But the opportunity was not there, because last night after dinner, Malik had already called Rossa.

Dhia took a long breath. He noticed a flat object next to him, quiet no sound. Dirga had not told him all day, until tonight.

In the room, Rossa sat looking at a small bross in the shape of a flower decorated with diamonds. Shining, but not as shiny as before.

"After being lost, I can finally rediscover this bross" Rossa said with a sad face. The net began to glaze over with the mass currents."I don't think I can find him anymore."he said as if the bross was something that meant something to him.

"Tomorrow I will give this to Dhia." she muttered softly, wiping away the tears that had been shed. Rossa hurriedly put it in a drawer when she saw Malik enter the room. He swallowed nervously.

"Why you?"

Rossa's shaking fast."It's nothing, Mum."

Malik walked to the bed to lie down.

"Lusa Dhia graduation. I really hope you'll come, Mommy."

Malik did not respond.

Rossa again gulped."I just don't want Dhia to get suspicious of you. Because if Dhia is suspicious, she'll find out about everything. I don't want my son to hate me."

"Hemm." Malik's response was lazy while pulling the blanket, removing his glasses, then metering them on the nightstand.

Rossa, too, lay down.

Nine o'clock in the morning after breakfast, Dhia returned to her room. Take the bag, and put the phone in. Then stand in front of the mirror, rub his lips with a nude lipstick, and then tidy up his horse-painted hair. Dhia immediately turned her head as soon as the door of the room was opened by someone.

"Eh, Ma ..."Dhia smiled sweetly.

"You going home now?"

"Emm."Dhia.

"Geez, Mama plans to love something to you, but Mama forgot to take it. Hold on, Mama take it first."

"Ma ..."

Rossa wants to leave but Dhia calls her.

"Yes, honey ... What's wrong? you need anything?"

"Can you sit down for a second, Ma? I have something to ask."

Rossa sat on the bed with the light blue sheets, wondering.

"Do you know a woman named Arini?"dhia asked without further ado, and at once she noticed the change in Rossa's face that became pias.

"Will?"

Rossa repeated, who is actually trying to regulate nervousness.

Dhia nodded slowly.

"No ... Mama doesn't know."Rossa's lying.

"Who is he?."

"He, Mama, Mas Dirga."

Rossa's body stiffened.

"It turns out Mas Dirga lied that his mother was dead, Ma. And Mama knows ... Mama Arini is crazy, Ma."

Crazy Arini?

Oh Allah ...

Bathin Rossa doesn't believe.

"Now he is being treated at RSJ, BinaWangsa, Ma. Actually I've seen Mama Arini a few times, but always failed to meet her. And yesterday, I was just coming there."

"Do you know what happened?"

Rossa shook with all the shock in her heart.

"He was screaming calling me the son of a murderer. And she refers to Papa as the one who killed her husband."

Rossa's face paled. Didn't expect Dhia to know until this point.

"Is Papa really the murderer of her husband, Ma? day ..."Dhia paused the sentence as she swallowed her mute saliva. His eyes were radiating with anxiety.

"Does this have anything to do with Mas Dirga's grudge, Ma?"

"S-honey ..."Rossa stretched out both her hands rubbing Dhia's shoulders."What are you talking about, anyway?"

"Where might your father be a murderer. If so, Papa must have been in jail for a long time."

"So you said yourself that Mama Arini is crazy. It's only natural that he talks carelessly. Time yes, you believe the same words of people who are in mental disorders?"

"Ma ..."

"Mama!"the Inca called from outside.

"Where's my motor key? It's too late, come to college."

Rossa clucked."Mama's out first, yeah. Already ... don't think about that. That's not all right."

Rossa stood up with a faint smile rubbing Dhia's cheeks.

Dhia.

"Yesterday, you kept it. How do you ask, Mama?"

Inca clucked."Yeah, hell, Ma .. but I forgot where it was. Who knew Mama had seen it?"

"Ma .. I go home first, yeah."

Dhia came out of the room, to say goodbye.

"That's your car first, nganggur salasi. Used it first. My mom rarely wears it either."

"No, Ma. I ordered a taxi online."Dhia kissed the back of Rossa's hand.

"You be careful, yeah, son."

"Yes, Ma."Dhia walked out.

"Inka .. have you met the key yet?"rossa asked half-screaming, but there was no word. But suddenly his gaze was fixed on a small object that was wedged in the corner of the sofa.

"Oh my goodness .. This child."Rossa cursed while taking a small object with accessories pictured with a sticky tongue that was pinned in the corner of the sofa.

"It's so hard to be a child."Grouse Rossa."Tuh, right .. forget again I want to give bross the same Dhia."

Rossa clucking.

"Inka .. This is key!"exciting Rossa.

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Sendrapati Penthouse, Sandra,

Wiwik is surprised by the presence of Gio who comes to Penthouse.

"Loh, loh ... Mas Gio's. What's up here? really tumben? want to find Wiwik, okay?"Wiwik put on a shy smile.

Gio also smiled, and that made Wiwik even more melted.

"This, Wik. I'm going to drop off the project progress files. Dirga asked for."

"So she had come to the office, but hurriedly left because Tamara had an incident on the project. So I haven't had time to check the development files for the two-day project."

"Ooo .. So Mas Dirga has returned from Singapore, after all, Mas Gio?"

Gio was surprised.

"Oh .. s-well."sahut Gio.

"Where are they now?"

The sound from behind made Wiwik and Gio turn his head.

"Eh, is Madam Dhia home yet? Wiwik shocked to know ... Dhia's mother suddenly snejoked at the door."

Dhia was silent not caring about Wiwik's chatter. He was waiting for Gio's answer.

"Dirga is now taking Tamara to the hospital."

"Is Tamara's wound bad?"

"I don't know, Dhia."

Dhia seemed lazy to ask back. He immediately went upstairs.

"Waduuh ... Madam Dhia must be sulking because of this jealousy."

"Emmm ... Mas Gio, what would you like to drink? let Wiwik makein, special for Mas Gio. Here is available ice syrup, fruit juice, coffee, tea ..."

"Teh."sahut Gio fast.

"Tea?"rewiring Wiwik again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, Wiwik take it first, yes Mas."Wiwik walked quickly to the kitchen. And come back with a tray of tea, on top.

"Loh, Mas Gio, where is it? is it still in the workspace?"murmured Wiwik, while walking towards the workspace.

"Mas, Gio .. drink it already Dateng."seru Wiwik with a loud voice to make Gio who was on his back surprised. A USB that was in Gio's hands immediately slid down onto the floor.

Wiwik hurriedly put a drink on the table, then rushed to take the USB, but at the same time Gio also tried to take it. Unintentionally the hands of both of them, directly touching.

Undeniably, Wiwik's heart became flowering, he immediately smiled wrong behavior.

"Sorry, Wik. I was not intentional."

"It's okay, Mommy."Wiwik still smiled covering his mouth timidly."Drink it drink first, Mas .. afraid of cold."

"Yes, thank you, Wik."

"Here, Mas."Wiwik took a glass of tea that he had placed on the desk.

Gio immediately grabbed, and immediately drank it.

"If it is less sweet, Mas Gio can see Wiwik. Who knows if it's getting sweeter."

Parsst ....!!

Gio suddenly choked on hearing Wiwik's sentence. The water that was almost dipped, accidentally splashed out.

"Loh, Mas Gio, why? No need for gerogi, Mas. The only person in front of Wiwik doang, kok, gerogi."Wiwik hastily cleaned Gio's shirt.

"Not to, Wik. I can, really."

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