My wife, Dhia
Second Chance

"Don't you think I don't know what you've done." continued Dirga again.

"W-wiwik apologizes, Mas Dirga."

Wiwik slowly.

While Dhia looked at Wiwik could not bear.

"If Wiwik is fired, it's okay, Mas ... Wiwik tau ... indeed Wiwik, wrong."

Said Wiwik while looking down. Not daring to look at the face of Dirga who is now confirmed to be looking at him beaver.

"Excuse me."

Wiwik said slowly, then walked towards his room, hurriedly tidying up all his clothes.

The mood changed quietly.

"Mas ... Are you seriously going to fire Wiwik?"tanya Dhia broke the silence. Then offset Dirga's steps that were about to come out.

Dirga stopped looking at Dhia."Why?"

Dhia gulped nervously."Please don't fire Wiwik, Mas .. pity him."

"I-this isn't all Wiwik's fault, Mas." said Dhia quickly as Dirga was about to step back.

"You mean?"

Dirga frowned.

"Everything that's happened .. It's all ideas, Mama."

Dirga looked at Dhia in disbelief. Then then throw a glance in any direction, while massaging the temple.

"Wiwik was just told" Dhia said again.

Dirga could only flinch. No longer know what to say. Angry with Mama Rossa? ah, it feels impossible. He could be the one who will lose, if Dhia is forcibly pulled by Mama Rossa from this Penthouse.

"Don't fire Wiwik, yeah, Mas."

Dhia held Dirga's arm with a pleading gaze.

"As far as you are."

That was the only word that came out of Dirga's lips at this moment. Although honest, actually the annoyance at his assistant was still mounting. But Dhia's pleading gaze made her unable to resist.

"Thank you, Mas." said Dhia quietly with a smile, extending her hand to Dirga.

Dirga who understood immediately gave her hand, and was immediately greeted by Dhia. The girl kissed the back of her hand gently.

"Be careful, Mommy."

Dhia said before Dirga disappeared behind the door.

In the room, Wiwik folded his clothes, then put them in the suitcase one by one. It was almost done, he did it with a lethargic bowed face.

The sound of the door opening. Wiwik sees Dhia smiling, and walks up to him.

"Sorry, Ms. Dhia ... Wiwik lama stacked his clothes. But it's ready, okay."

"But before Wiwik goes ... Wiwik wants to apologize, same Madam Dhia."Wiwik's back down."Madam Dhia must be angry, just like Mas Dirga."

"Soalya Wiwik jahilnya already kebangetan."

Dhia just smelled a smile watching Wiwik.

"This same, Ma'am .... Wiwik also asked for help until his greeting Wiwik with Mas Gio, yes .. because Wiwik did not have time to say goodbye to Mas Gio. Wiwik must hurry back to the village."

"Aren't you able to see Gio's sweet face again?"dhia asked this time with a serious face.

"Well, what else, Ma'am?"Wiwik put on a face of regret."Wiwik was not able to. Because Mas Gio's face was really agenin."

"Can Wiwik is difficult to move-on Mbak" said Wiwik again.

"Yes, then don't go."Dhia.

"Well, Ms. Dhia .. wong Mas Dirga has already mocked Wiwik, really. How is the story that Wiwik did not go? Either way, Wiwik must still go, Ma'am."

"As a responsible person, the Wiwik must accept kon-se-kuen-si, for the actions that Wiwik has done, Ma'am ... Wiwik should be responsible."

Said Wiwik sok sage.

"You're right, Wik. You have to take responsibility for everything you've done."sahut Dhia while sitting on the middle-sized bed."But that doesn't mean you have to get out of here."

"What do you mean Dhia Ma'am, anyway? Wiwik so confused to know, Ma'am."

Dhia chuckles softly."You're not fired."

"Huh?"wiwik's eyes and lips were wide open."The real one, Mommy?"

Dhia nodded."Aye." Yeah."

"Couldn't you? b-wasn't that Mas Dirga had already cursed Wiwik?."Wiwik still can't believe it.

"I've asked Mas Dirga for help not to be your firebrand. And he agreed."

"Geez, Madam Dhia is so good, anyway? Wiwik so moved ... means Wiwik not be sacked dong, Ma'am?"

Dhia nodded back.

"But remember, you have to promise not to do anything silly anymore. If Mama tells you that you're weird, better not be followed."

"Other times, if you do silly things again, I don't promise, loh ... can keep you working here again."

"Yes, Mother. Wiwik promise ..."Wiwik smiled with relief.

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Inka parked his favorite matic motorcycle in the parking lot of the MH Corporation company building. White T-shirt coated dark blue checkered shirt, as well as jeans with style torn at the knee, wrapped his thin body. The ponytail hair that dangled, also swayed to the rhythm of his footsteps that walked towards the fifth floor of the company.

"Sir ...!"he cried when the door he pushed opened. "Upss .. There are guests" he said slowly when he saw someone in Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan's room.

It was like the two were discussing something important.

"Inka ... What's up here?"

Malik asked who was surprised to see the presence of his youngest daughter.

"E-nothing, Pa ... just want to play."

Malik breathed slowly. He knew his daughter's habits. Inca, the girl won't come if she doesn't want something.

"It seems like enough. Next time, we can set a time to meet again" Malik told the young man in the khaki suit.

"Good, Sir. Then excuse me."the man stood up, and came out. He threw a smile at the Inca who was standing at the door.

Inka returned that smile. He was no stranger to the young man. As if he had seen it, but he had forgotten when, and where. He is still trying to remember. But the one with the head was made dizzy.

"Bodo, uh!"

His shirt went straight into the spacious office, and threw his back on the dark sofa in front of the large table.

"What's wrong? want to get some money?"ask Malik.

"No, Pa. .. I want permission."

"You're touring again?"Malik threw a lookout.

Inka nodded slowly."Yes, Pa ..."

This morning, Inca and her friends intend to tour again. But just as he was about to leave, Rossa suddenly forbade him.

"Promise, Ma .. later that night. Do not use rapping again kayak kemaren." said Inka when finished eating breakfast.

Rossa was silent, but a moment later she made a sound."Permission with your Papa first, if you really want to go. Mama didn't dare to make her own decisions."

"okay."The Inca agreed and walked towards the main room.

"Inka, Papa's been to the office" Rossa told me.

"Huh? You're gone, Ma?"

Rossa nodded.

The Inca breathed a rough breath. He took his cell phone to contact her, but there was no answer. He finally grabbed the key of the motorcycle and hurried out.

"I'm going to the office, Papa, first, Ma."

Rossa could only look at her youngest daughter.

"No." said Malik coldly. His face was like he did not want to accept a rebuttal.

"Well, Papa .."whimper the Inca with a parched face."You can dong, Pa. .. this time."

"Papa says no, yes, no, Inca!"Malik really doesn't want to be denied."You are a girl ... Papa doesn't want you to be too free out there."

Malik stood looking out through the glass wall of the office.

"You know for yourself. Your friends are mostly men."

"But I can take care of myself, Pa."The inkas stand."My friends are all fine, too."

Malik turned around."Whatever the reason, Papa won't let you go. Your habits should be eliminated immediately. Look at your looks."Malik looked at the Inca from top to toe.

"Where is a daughter whose clothes are falling like this."

"Hobynya riding a motorcycle, racing ... what do you want to be?"

Inka clucked in annoyance. Instead of getting permission from his Papa, instead get a lecture that makes his ears hot. He finally decided to come out with a feeling of annoyance.

"Where are you going?"

The inca did not answer.

"inspire ... Papa's not done!"malik exclaimed at the Inca who had disappeared behind the door."This child .. is well advised, go."

The Inca stopped in front of a small shop. Hot weather, unfinished buildings, hundreds of construction workers, and the sound of the workers' tools, became the background where it is today.

While sitting on a favorite matic motorbike he quenched his thirst by drinking a bottle of canned drink until there was no left. Anxiety for failing to tour, and the words of the Papa who still floated in the brain, made his fingers unconsciously squeeze the small can so shapeless.

With a bent face, Inka threw the peot can in any direction.

The plot!

"Whoops?!" Inka saw a man wearing black glasses grimacing while rubbing his head, like looking around for the peot can thrower.

Inka hurriedly closed the glass of her helmet, turning on the motor to immediately escape.

"Woi!"

The man ran over and pulled the neck of an Inca shirt trying to escape.

"Kayak knows, this same cave is motor."chick the man while paying attention to the appearance of the girl in front of him, without releasing the hand grip from the neck of the girl's shirt.

"Dad, freelin! tear it off, my shirt."

The man opened his glasses.