My wife, Dhia
Not Ready to Lose

It's been a month since Dhia worked at her husband's company. The days he spent working with passion. Although sometimes her husband ketususnya it still sucks. But I don't know, Dhia was just angered. Including the rules that Dirga gave him.

It is forbidden to close the glass walls of the room, prohibiting male employees from entering the room Dhia. Even worse, Dhia is forbidden to smile at the opposite sex, except her. Silly right? but finally Dhia understood. It must be all because of jealousy. He thinks.

But there is one that Dhia does not understand. Until now, Dirga still stretched the distance. The breath is not yet perfect. But Dhia remained patient. Looking forward to her wedding, perfect as she dreamed. Step by step, change is there. Dirga is showing more attention.

At nine o'clock in the evening Dirga had just returned from the office. Since morning, he has been busy. Check project progress, meet clients, then return to the office to continue work.

While Dhia, he went home first delivered by Doddy. The woman was also quite busy, taking care of the end-of-month bookkeeping. Seen when Dirga opened the door. Like tired, Dhia was sound in her sleep.

After cleaning himself, Dirga also lies next to Dhia. Just in quiet mode, Dirga had to be kicked out by his phone ringing.

With a lazy voice he answered. But a moment later his eyes opened wide, when he heard the voice of someone across the phone.

"Are you sure?" Dirga sat back down, leaning against the wall of the bed.

Yes, Sir. The development is better now. We were able to dig up a little information about the whereabouts of the woman.

And we can confirm that the Rossa he was referring to was the woman you thought she was.

So said someone who spoke behind a cell phone.

Dirga smile. Relief on his face.

"Okay, next do as I said before."

Fine, Sir.

The man's voice before Dirga disconnects the call.

Thank God, one more step, I'll know everything.

Bathin Dirga's. He smiled at Dhia who was fast asleep. Slowly his right hand was raised rubbing the girl's hair, looking down like he wanted to kiss. But it stopped when it felt Dhia's body move.

"What are you doing, Mom? want to nyium me?" dhia asked in a typical hoarse voice of waking up, while looking at Dirga with eyes that have not been fully opened.

Dirga a little gawked.

Plaque!

Au ...!

Throttled Dhia with eyes closed when Dirga suddenly floated his palms.

"It hurts, Mom."

"There are mosquitoes, just now. So don't be g'r."

Dirga's law is lying.

Dhia pursed her lips in annoyance. Directly pull the blanket while turning back to Dirga and back to sleep.

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Megantara Group

Dirga watches Dhia through the barrier glass wall. He can see Dhia who is serious in front of books, and computer screens while massaging the temple.

He immediately grabbed the phone and typed in the black flattened object, then sent it to Dhia.

Wh why? dizziness?

That's the message he sent. The next second, the black phone rang.

Dhiaaa

I need a walk.

That's a reply from Dhia.

Dirga, smiling, read it.

At half-four past ten minutes, Dhia had just returned after performing the ashar prayer, in a small musholla available on the seventh floor. He was surprised when he entered, seeing Dirga who was sitting relaxed in his chair.

"What are you doing, Mas?"

"Wait for you, I'm."that Dirga was flat.

"What's wrong?"

"Said to take a walk. Come ..."

"Now?"

"Yes."sahut Dirga flat.

Dhia looked at the clock attached to her wrist."But it's still four o'clock less, Mas. It's not time to go home yet."

"Why indeed? it's your boss, the one who stepped on."

Dhia immediately laughed crisply."Yes, yes .. My husband, my boss. But really you took me for a walk?."

"Tumben really."

"I just feel sorry for you. Fear your head is bald because you think about the work continues."

Dhia is lip-smacking.

"Not because of my darling?" Dhia put on a sad face.

"Not much to ask, Dhia."hut Dirga was upset."Come on, before I change my mind, huh."

"Don't dong, Mas" said Dhia quickly."A moment ..." he tidied up his desk, then grabbed his bag in a hurry. Then chasing Dirga into the elevator, to the lobby.

The black car was heading towards the city center. Dhia looks happy. A full month spent with work at the office, it feels like he is now like a bird that just escaped from the cage, flying freely to see the crowds around the city.

"Mas ... today I want to eat at my subscription cafe." said Dhia while looking at Dirga who was focusing on driving a car.

"At the cafe Nampol. The food's good."

"When I was in college, my friends used to eat there. The place is also good." continued Dhia again.

"It's up to you."that Dirga is flat."But first I want to take you to the mall, first. Shopping for clothes for you."

"So that I don't get tired of seeing your work clothes it-it keeps."Dirga glanced at Dhia.

"Yes, the hell, Mas .. My work clothes only have a few pairs."Dhia grimacing."But by the way, thank you, you want to buy me "

"You were so good today. I'm getting more and more in love." Dhia pokes Dirga's arm, winking with a ignorant smile.

"What, the hell, you?"

Dirga tries to shy away from the ignorant touch of Dhia's fingers.

Dhia is still smiling.

A moment passed, the metallic black sedan stopped in the courtyard of a mall. Currently, Dhia and Dirga were heading to the place of women's clothing.

"It's good." Dirga thrust a light blue blouse patterned with flowers on Dhia.

Dhia shakes."I don't like it."

"Don't you like the light blue color? Almost all your clothes at home are light blue."

"I think I'm bored now, Mom."

Dirga.

"I chose this."Dhia smiled showing three pairs of clothes of different colors."Nice, right?"

Dirga pulled both corners of her lips down."Nice."

Time shows at seven o'clock. Dirga and Dhia are currently in a cafe. Cafe that reads Nampol on the front page, looks crowded with visitors who are mostly young children. Flickering lights, green carpet that stretches almost all corners of the room, as well as musical accompaniment, make the place look cool.

I wish I could express my feelings

Until it makes you believe

I will give you my full love

Sincere love from the bottom of my heart, oh ....

Lord, let love be with you forever

A song titled forever the love made acoustic, was heard accompanying the visitors who were enjoying dinner.

Dhia had finished her food. There was only half a lemonade mocktail left in the glass.

"Mas, I want to sing" Dhia said suddenly when the music had stopped.

Dirga's wide-eyed."Can you sing?"

"Can."Dhia smiled confidently.

"I'm not sure."

"You don't believe it? Okay, I'm there." the woman immediately walked to the cafe stage, without waiting for approval from Dirga who returned to enjoy her food.

Sewindu ...

I didn't hear your voice

I don't see your smile

The ones that decorate my day

Dhia's voice made Dirga who was eating suddenly cough. No exception to the other visitors who immediately laughed, and smiled mockingly at the woman who was standing on the stage.

The song, titled not yet ready to lose it, now sounds chaotic, and discordant in the air. Really lost his mellow.

Sewindu ...

You're not by my side

You disappeared from my sight

Dirga now grimaced to hear that voice. He scratched his non-itchy temple, then glanced at the visitors, most of whom laughed to see Dhia.

Oh my goodness, his voice

Down, Ma'am!

Some of the voices of cafe visitors stopped by Dirga's ears. He decided to stand up and go on stage. With a quick movement he pulled the microphone in front of Dhia.

"Mas, really, taken anyway?" dhia said slowly, but the man did not bully her.

I was not ready ...

Losing yourself

Not able to get away from you

Which is still in my heart

Dhia was dumbfounded, and finally smiled seeing Dirga singing along to the song. The voice that Dhia said was very good. He did not even blink pervading the lyrics, and watched Dirga's face singing with great passion.

Sewindu is

You're not by my side

You disappeared from my sight, oh oh ...

Don't know where you are now ho-ho ...

Hustle and bustle of applause from the visitors filled the cafe room, when Dirga was finished. Some screamed for Dirga to sing again.

But the man did not respond. Immediately come down from the stage while pulling Dhia's arm.