My wife, Dhia
The room, not mine!

A week of approaches has passed. Dhia and Dirga's relationship is getting sticky like a couple drunk in love. It was the happiest day for Dhia. The day she was legally the wife of a young businessman, Dirga Rayyan Megantara.

The sacred promise has been pledged in the service of kabul that has been going on some time ago. Right now, tonight. The glow of lights and thousands of flowers purple, green and predominantly white has been arranged and neatly arranged in a luxurious building where the wedding reception is held.

Various types of food and drinks have been served on the buffet table. Coupled with musical entertainment brought by famous singers from the capital city. Hundreds of eyes looked from the invited guests who were invited to attend this wedding reception. It was all made up of important and distinguished guests.

This is Dhia's happy day. It was also her dream wedding. She was standing in a light blue dress. Complete with a beautiful crown perched on his head. On his side, stood Dirga Rayyan Megantara. The handsome man was wearing a matching colored tuxedo with him. Occasionally the two also throw a smile at the invited guests present. Not a few guests who feel jealous of a pair of brides that look perfect.

"You're really great sir, Malik. As far as I know, Dirga is a young entrepreneur who is very difficult to conquer. But you ...."Seno laughed crisply."You can even make it as a son-in-law."

"This time, I assure you. Your company is getting stronger. And it is certain that more and more other entrepreneurs will be interested in entering into a contract of cooperation with you."

Malik laughed."Yeah, I hope so."

"I hear you lost the tender."Seno asked while sipping a drink in her right hand."Is that true?."

Malik's face was slightly red. He felt embarrassed because his defeat had spread to some of his business colleagues. This was the first time he felt so low. At the age of five heads, this is the first failure to occur.

Seno laughed mockingly."Crazy, anyway. How can? You usually win. Who's the winner of the tander?"

"I heard the company was in Singapore. If it's not the wrong name of the company ..."Seno hung up her sentence like she was remembering."D'ray Megatars Corporatins"

"Really, right?"Seno.

Malik raised both his eyebrows thick."But I don't know who owns the company. Do you know anything?"

Seno chuckled softly."Too bad, I don't know either."

The wedding reception was a big one. Everything went according to plan. At 10:00 p.m., the show is over. All the guests have returned.

"Not staying at Mama's house?" so Rossa asked when Dirga intended to bring Dhia directly to return to Penthouse, hers.

"I don't think I can, Ma. Tomorrow I have a very important job. It just so happens to be closer than the Penthouse. From here, it'll take a long time."Dirga rejects subtle.

"You guys just got married. Why not take a vacation first?"Malik opens his voice.

"It just so happens that this work has been planned in advance, Pa. It's not good to have to be pushed back."

Malik mangosteen."Okay, how else?"

"I'll go first, Ma." Dhia hugged Rossa. The middle-aged woman seemed not ready to take off her eldest daughter. It all felt so short to him.

While on the way to Penthouse, Dhia feels awkwardness. I don't know what makes, suddenly Dirga who was sitting next to him turned cold. Not a word came out of the man's lips. This is the first time Dhia has seen a change in Dirga's attitude. Totally different.

"Waduuuh .. The newlyweds have arrived. How beautiful the Mama."celoteh an assistant who welcomed the presence of Dhia and Dirga."Here, here ... Let Wiwik carry his bag."

"New bride Ndak can be tired. By ... ahem, ahem!"Wiwik laughed wryly in a timid style. And instantly changed expression when Dirga threw a sharp glare at him.

"I-iya, sorry ... Dirga's."

"Take him to his room."Dirga's orders in a cold voice.

"OK, ready, Mas handsome. Command implemented!"With his style of speech Wiwik immediately put up a respectful attitude.

"Come, mbak."Wiwik kindly invites Dhia to follow him. Dhia also according. Still with the thought that stuck in his mind.

"I said, the room. Not my room!"straight from behind.

"Well, .. How is this, anyway? Not ...." murmured Wiwik slowly almost sounded. He looks confused. But Dhia does not understand.

His room? Not My Room? bathin Dhia doesn't understand.

"B-well, Mas Dirga ..."Wiwik looked down respectfully. This time he was serious. Realize that something is not right with this marriage.

"Come, Ma'am .. I'll take you to the other room."

In the room, Dhia still did not understand. What is really going on with her husband. He had never behaved like this before. Is there a problem? bathynya guessed.

Gratitude of sadness read by Wiwik. The woman who was three years older than Dhia could understand Dhia's current feelings."Ms Dhia ... "Wiwik is approaching."Ma'am Dhia don't be sad, yeah ... Maybe Dirga's got a problem."

"Mas Dirga is so if you think a lot more. Sometimes make you dizzy. It's wrong I treat him."

"Yes .. Hopefully tomorrow will be good again. Let it be ahem .. ahem."Wiwik giggled amusedly imagining his brain that had wandered everywhere.

Dhia frowned."Ahem, ahem what does that mean?"

Wiwik clucked slowly"That, loh ... Fr ..."Wiwik nudged Dhia's arm's gnash."Alaah .. The Mbaknya time is not known."

Dhia laughed softly at Wiwik's behavior which he thought was funny.

"Udah, ah .. I'm out first, Ma'am. Want a pretty bobok. I'm so sleepy." said Wiwik before it finally passed.

Finished cleaning himself, Dhia lay down his body after previously taking the time to perform the delayed prayer isya. It feels like he's so tired. His eyes were staring at the ceiling. But his mind still remembered about the wedding party that had just ended. I don't think he believed. Is it really him who stands and sits in the breast.

If yes, why is this? And why did he avoid? Shouldn't she be with me tonight? Bathin Dhia continues to be shrouded in question. Until he has no power against drowsiness. And finally fall asleep.

On a long bench. Right in front of the Engineering class. Dhanu sat down while playing her phone. Then diverted to the sound of a bell coming out of the classroom.

"Heh, Fish !"dhanu exclaimed at a girl who was none other than Inka Serillya Ayu.

"Waah .. find this child's problem."The Inca rolled up her leather arm like a challenge.

"Evs ... Selo, selo, neng."

"My name, I-n-k-a. 'Inka' "Inka spelled every letter embedded in his name with a furious tone."Not fish. Sekate-kate, you."

Dhanu finally laughed. He thought the Inca's expression was funny.

"What do you need" asked Inka Ketus.

"Where's Dhia? Shouldn't he have class today?"

"Honeymoon, let's." Inka answered ceplas-ceplos.

Dhanu's eyebrows are linked."Mean you?"

"Elaah, where have you been. I don't know if Dhia is newly married. I want to ..."Inca paused her sentence."How many days, huh?"ask yourself while thinking.

"Saturday, Sunday, Monday ... Three days."The Inca thrust all three fingers at Dhanu.

"Seriously you?"Dhanu widened her eyes.

"There's no time I lie. Why?"

Dhanu who was usually cheerful and always carved a sweet smile, now just flinch. In his heart he hoped the Inca speech was just a joke. But the girl he thought was a leak was not the type of girl who liked to joke. That means ...

Argha!

The man who looks casual and always neat is restoring his hair. He went on holiday with his family in Lombok. Three days later, the same day he lost Dhia. The secret love that he had kept tight in his heart.

...-----...

Dhia serves dinner on the table. Today she wants to welcome the return of her husband who is reportedly going home from Singapore. And that he heard when Wiwik told him.

This was the first day she met her husband after the wedding. Because at that time, after the reception, Dirga had already departed early in the morning to Singapore, without permission, and news during his time there.

Dhia is confused. Dirga really changed to him. But he threw that bad thought away. Hope the change in attitude of her husband is only temporary. Maybe a job problem is a trigger. Her thought.

"Mbak Dhia .. how can you be beautiful? What did you eat when you were a kid?"Wiwik suddenly appeared out of nowhere while smiling shyly.

"Apaan, anyway, you're Wik. Eat rice, then. What else to eat?"Dhia was clamoring at Wiwik's silly question.

"It's time, Ma'am. I have been given rice for a long time and the result is like this. My nose is coming to Dalem."Wiwik advanced his nose shaft while expanding his large nostrils.

"Not beautiful like Dhia's mother."

"Hus, it can't be. Be thankful for what God loves. There are many people out there whose bodies are incomplete. We are still lucky to be given complete body organs."

"Tuh, right ... Madam Dhia makes me jealous."Wiwik protest did not accept, to the point of making Dhia frown."Is pretty. Pinter cooks, pinter says wise too. How did Dirga not try?"

"What the hell, you're Wik. Don't go overboard, deh."Dhia is back.

"Eh, Ma'am .. dong story, how can you initially meet to make Mas Dirga can be smitten with Mbak, and finally married."

"That's it, yeah ... Dirga never had a boyfriend. A lot of it, which is near. Until he came home. But I guess Mas Dirga never wanted to seriously digeladenin."

Dhia. He recalled the first time fate had brought him to Dirga. There is sadness, but it is temporary. After it is full of beautiful moments that until now are still very clearly remembered.

"Secret."Dhia grinned, showing her neat rows of white teeth.

"Yes, Ms Dhia ... That's all a secret, anyway?"

"Yes, dong ... Pity the old one."Dhia chuckled softly as the sound of the door opening.

"Mas Dirga, Ma'am ..."Wiwik immediately ran forward. He grabbed the bag from his master's hand.

"You're finally home, Mom."The great-granddaughter of Dhia after that had managed to regulate her pounding heart first. She wanted to take her husband's hand, but it seemed that Dirga was reluctant to welcome her.

"Emc ... You want to eat first, Mom? I'm ready for dinner for you ..."

"No need!"sahut Dirga quickly cut off Dhia's speech.

"Or you want to take a shower first .. I'll prepare ai ...."

Dirga suddenly slammed the room door very hard making Dhia's body scowl. Wiwik was no less surprised to hear it.

"Be patient, Madam Dhia. Maybe Dirga is tired. Maklumi. His name was also a long journey"

"Yes, Wik."Dhia leaves Wiwik. She walked to her husband's room and ventured to open the door.