My wife, Dhia
No Smiling With Opponents of Type

Singapore, singapore,

"You can't go back to, Indonesia."(You can't go back to Indonesia.)"

Said Arhan Syah Megantara, a middle-aged man with glasses, who was sitting eating breakfast, when his daughter Tamara suddenly said she wanted to return to Indonesia. Yes, some time ago Dirga told him to go back to, Singapore. On the grounds, Tamara had to rest, after being injured while monitoring the hotel construction project, Wira CitraWisata.

Tamara put the spoon she held onto the plate. His appetite was instantly gone.

"Why, Dad?"ask Tamara doesn't understand."Wasn't Dad, the one who asked me to help, Dirga?(Didn't Daddy ever ask me to help Dirga's sister?)"

The middle-aged man looked at his beautiful daughter with a difficult to decipher gaze.

"Tamara, have breakfast first, honey. That, can be discussed later." said the Mommy softly.

"No, mom .. My appetite is gone."

Tamara switched to see Daddy.

"However, I will still return to Indonesia. Don't care even if Daddy forbids me! (After all, I will still return to, Indonesia. No matter if Daddy forbids me.)"

"Near!" call Arhan. But the daughter went straight into the room, and slammed the door very strongly.

While Aliya, the middle-aged woman could only sigh heavily. Seeing the debate in front of the dining table has happened so early. She looked at her husband with a blaming look.

"This cannot be allowed to continue. (this should not continue to be left.)"

The middle-aged man said, as he understood the meaning of his wife's gaze.

"You mean? (you mean?)"

Aliya did not understand.

"All this time I was wrong. (I've been wrong all along.)"

Aliya doesn't understand. She waited until her husband resumed his sentence.

"Tamara's affection for Dirga during this time, it turns out not a sister's affection for her brother."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment.

"Tamara loves Dirga, Aliya." continued Arhan again.

Aliya was not surprised. It seemed that the woman had realized all the way back in the day the feeling of the princess was merely her puppet. As a mother, she can judge her daughter's behavior. But he only judged, never asked directly.

"So what? they are not siblings. (Why indeed? they're not siblings) Just be honest, right?"

Arhan was unmoved, not blaming his wife's statement.

"Yeah, even though we know, Dirga is married. (Yes, even though we know Dirga is married.) but, marriage is only temporary" Aliya said again.

"After Dirga managed to take revenge, and divorced the woman .. (after Dirga successfully avenged, and divorced the woman ..) we can marry Dirga and Tamara."

"So, there's no need to worry about that. (So, there's nothing to worry about)"

Follow Aliya again while chewing her breakfast.

"The thing is, it's never gonna happen."

Aliya looked at me."Why?"

"Dirga and Dhia can't be divorced."

"But why?"

"There are still many things's you don't know. (There are still some things you don't know yet)" Arhan stood up.

"I'll tell you everything when the time is right." continued Arhan again." I'll go first."

The middle-aged man grabbed his bag from the empty bench, kissing Aliya on the forehead. Then walked out, leaving Aliya speechless full of questions.

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Megantara Group

Dhia exited the elevator that delivered her on the fifth floor. Dirga has already entered. Maybe this guy is already in his room.

With a friendly smile decorating both corners of her lips, Dhia steps into her desk. But suddenly something strange. His desk was missing along with his chair and his computer. He searched every corner of the room, but still there was none.

Did I enter the room wrong?

Dhia remembered while watching her surroundings.

But this is the fifth floor. The people are the same as yesterday.

"Good morning, Buk Dhia .."why Jenny who just realized Dhia's presence."How come? not moving the room?"

"Moving room?"

Jenny nodded quickly .

"And it was Mr. Dirga who told me. The same table of his goods just transported Gio same Yudi to the tenth floor."

"But why was it moved?"

Jenny puts her shoulder around."Don't know, buk."

Dhia clucked in annoyance."What floor?"

"Thank you .. I was there first, Jen."

Dhia got back into the elevator. After a few minutes, the elevator door opened to deliver him on the tenth floor. In front of the door that read Director's room, Dhia could see Dirga, Gio, and also Yudi were standing there.

"Thank you." said Dirga to Gio and Yudi.

"Yes, Sir. Excuse me first." said Yudi, then stepped into the elevator. He smiles when he meets Dhia.

"Mas ... Why was my desk moved? M-sorry, I mean, sir."ralat Dhia.

"Oh, this is so .. If I have to be with you, I don't have to bother going downstairs."

"But aren't those staff downstairs, sir? and if there's any business, it's usually, it can be over the phone."

"You want to argue with the boss?"dirga's voice was flat, yet it sounded like it didn't want to be denied.

Dhia who heard that, immediately shook her head quickly."E-no, sir."

"Yes ... there go in, into your room!"

"Good, sir." Dhia walks, accompanied by Gio, and leads him into his new room.

The spacious room, which is predominantly gray with a touch of light brown color, looks neat and comfortable. But there is something that attracts Dhia, a large glass wall as a barrier, invisibility, and leads directly into the main Director's room. There, he could see Dirga sitting watching him.

"I'm sorry. If anyone wants to ask, you can call me right away."

Gio's voice made Dhia turn.

"It just so happens that today I wasn't assigned to the project" Gio said again.

"Yes, Gio. Thanks." Dhia smile.

Dhia sighed softly. Put the bag down, while sitting on the work chair. In that instant, he heard a message notification sound from inside his bag.

Ketus

The curtains should never be closed.

Just leave it like that.

Dhia smelled a smile. He glanced at Dirga from the glass wall. He could see the man who was focusing on the laptop screen.

Why why anyway? you want to see me, okay?

Dhia replies to the message, while tucking in the emoticons in love.

Dhia sees Dirga reading a reply to a message from her, then the man's finger moves like a reply. A second later, Dhia's phone rang again.

Ketus

No need for G'r. I just want to make sure you're really working or not.

Siketus

Who knows you're in his office sleeping mulu. So I have my reasons, just find someone to replace you.

Dhia sighed in annoyance."I have no romantic husband at all."

His grunts with a bent face, while glancing at Dirga who was currently smiling smirk towards him. Add to the frustration Dhia is getting peaked.

A few moments passed. Both are engaged in their respective work.

While Dirga, being focused in front of the laptop screen, his tail found Gio entering the workspace owned by Dhia. At first it was ordinary. Because he thinks Dhia is in need of help from Gio. But apparently a while later, he was disturbed by the laughing face of Dhia and Gio at the same time. I don't know what it's about, it's definitely not a job. Because they seem to be discussing something funny.

Why them?

This is the fly ijo, I don't think it can be fished, this is. How dare he laugh in front of my son.

He immediately moved, and walked out.

"What are you doing?"

Dirga who suddenly nongol in front of the door made Dhia and Gio surprised.

"It's still working hours. It's not time for stories."

"OK, boss ... sorry." said Gio as he walked out."Dhia needed help."

Dirga looked at Gio full of probing.

"Selow, boss .. binik lu, aman .... cave will not disturb" said Gio half whispered, when he understood the meaning of his boss' gaze.

"By the way, you're so fucking bucin now?" Gio raised his eyebrows, while putting a ignorant face on Dirga, before stepping away.

Dirga hissing growled. It felt like he wanted to splash the rubber band with Gio's lips, so that the man would not dare to mock him anymore.

He turned to look at Dhia. The girl acted like she was serious about her job.

"And you" Dirga sharpened his eyes at Dhia."From now on, in this office it is forbidden to smile with the opposite sex."

"What's more laughing." silenced Dirga firmly.

Dahi Dhia wrinkled for a moment. Whats? what is this rule?