My wife, Dhia
You Smell, Mas

Megantara Group

Dhia flipped through the white sheets of paper in both hands. Proof of transfer from Wira CitraWisata account, to Megantara Group with fantastic nominal. But after being examined, there is a strange and awkwardness that Dhia thinks does not make sense.

"When did Megantara Group incur this much cost? and what are these expenses for? lack of construction materials right, just ordered."

Mumam Dhia astonished while massaging her temple from earlier felt dizzy.

I have to see Mas Dirga.

Bathin Dhia's. It doesn't matter if Dirga blames him. Because he thinks this is not a problem that can be ignored just like that. Dirga should know. Her thought.

Dhia looked towards the barrier glass wall. He could see that Dirga was standing in front of a woman who was turned against the glass. Dhia could not see the woman's face. But from the appearance of the woman, Dhia felt dejavu.

He hurried to walk out, and knocked on the door in front of him that read Chief Director.

Go in

From inside, Dhia could hear Dirga's voice letting her in. He opened the door of the room. Instantly his gaze fell on the beautiful woman who some time ago had once teased him.

"Dhia? you here?" Tamara looked at Dhia in surprise.

"Don't tell me she works here" this time Tamara looked at Dirga.

"What if Dhia works here?"

Tanya Dirga flat.

"Sister?!" Tamara threw a disappointed look.

"What's up, Dhia?" Dirga looked at Dhia who was still standing in front of the door, as if she did not care about Tamara's gaze.

Dhia gulped nervously. Then walk towards Dirga. He could see at this moment, Tamara was looking at him cynically.

"There's something important I need to tell you, sir."

"What about?"

Dhia thrust out the sheets of paper with slightly trembling hands.

Dirga had noticed Dhia. Then grab those sheets of paper, and read them, carefully.

Dirga is just quiet. An unexpected expression by Dhia. There is no anger. But the silence captured by the Dhia Netra, implied an unpredictable meaning to him.

"The company has not transferred to the supplier of building materials, sir. But I don't understand, all of a sudden there's evidence of spending at fantastic value."

"I don't know what it's proof of expenditure, sir" said Dhia still with an anxious thumping chest.

Dhia could hear Tamara standing behind him, snorting.

"Lied, you. It must be just your wits." Tamara pulled Dhia's shoulder rough."The money that comes out is definitely you transfer to your own account."

Dhia.

"No, Mas." he said to Dirga with reddened eyes.

But Dirga remained silent.

"Fruit fell not far from the tree" Tamara said again as she walked in front of Dhia."His father was a corrupt. It's not impossible that his son can do the same."

"Near!" snapped Dirga with a reddened face.

"Why, brother? what I said was true, right? he's the son of a corruptor."

Tamara said again while pointing towards Dhia who was now standing with teary eyes.

"You better go home now, Tamara." Dirga looked at her foster sister with a cold gaze.

"Don't you exasperate me?"

"I said go home now. Please don't make the problem worse."

Tamara gulped while looking at Dhia cynically, then walked out while slamming the door very hard.

"Mas, what Tamara said, it's not true. I don't do anything like that."

Dirga was silent for a moment.

"I'll find out everything" Dirga said slowly.

"You better go home now" said Dirga without seeing Dhia.

Dhia still stands.

And finally it moved when Dirga looked at him.

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Sendrapati Penthouse

Dhia stood in front of the mirror while drying her wet hair. Tamara's words that were thrown while in the office were still circling, like hitting, making her head feel dizzy.

The son of a corrupt?

Why would Tamara say that?

Tamara doesn't even know Papa.

"Did Mas Dirga also consider me a corruptor?"murmured Dhia slowly while looking at the shadow of herself in the mirror.

"So he told me to go home. Does that mean he fired me?"

Dhia kept asking herself. While massaging his temples are getting dizzy. Sighing heavily, he began to spare his already dry hair.

Dhia down to the kitchen. He could see Wiwik was currently humming while making warm tea.

"Good night, Madam Dhia." greeted Wiwik with a cheerful smile while taking a tablespoon.

"Night, Wik." Dhia smiled faintly."Dirga's home yet, Wik?"

"Udah, from earlier, Ma'am. Dirga's in the workspace."Wiwik stirring tea."This again asks for a drink."

"Yet, Ma'am. I think Dirga is busy, too. Wiwik just live ...." Wiwik paused his sentence, putting on a sharp look expression. Showing how Dirga was looking at him earlier.

"That's it, Ma'am." silenced Wiwik with a serious expression.

Dhia sighed softly."Here's the tea, let me just deliver."

"Mbak Dhia won't eat first? this is the tea so Wiwik can deliver."

"Later, Wik. Same with Dirga."

"Oh that, yaudah, this is Ma'am, the tea."

Wiwik thrust the tray containing the warm tea to Dhia. But accidentally her fingers touched Dhia's cold hands.

"Mr Dhia's hands are cold."Wiwik noticed Dhia's forehead that was covered in sweat."But what about dry?"

"Mbak Dhia is sick?"

"Just a little less well, Wik. Understand, now rarely rest. Mouthful work." Dhia.

"Oh, so .. pity me anyway, Madam Dhia." said Wiwik with a trenchant face."Better Madam Dhia do not have to work ajalah ..."

"Gapain try? Dhia's mother was a rich husband. If not work, everything can be fulfilled."

Dhia smiled faintly."It's not that, Wik. I work to gain experience too. Why stay at home?"

"That's even a join."

"Opo anyway, I'm Ma'am? a cork?"

"Ask Google."Dhia chuckles softly.

"Udah, ah .. Most of you say the tea is cold."

Dhia walks towards the study. He opened the door slowly. Inside he could see Dirga sitting facing the laptop screen.

The man looked towards Dhia, as the woman with the pale face put warm tea on the table. Dhia can see, Dirga's face looks tired and sleepy.

"Thank you."

Dirga said, taking the drink, then sipping it a little. Then look back at the laptop screen.

Dhia cleared her throat slowly before opening her voice."Mom, don't eat first? it's almost eight."

"In a moment" Dirga said in a heavy voice without turning her head.

"Mas angry with me?"

Dirga raised her face back to look at Dhia, then shook her head.

"I want to say something to you."

"What, Mas?"tanya Dhia hesitated.

"I'm asking for help with you .. Please close the meeting on the matter earlier this afternoon. Do not let the company Wira Citrawisata know this."

Dhia nodded slowly."Yes, Mas.

"One more ..."

Dhia put on a questionable face, waiting for Dirga to resume the sentence.

"Help me find out who's trying to bring me down. I suspect it was the insider, who did it?"

"I mean, Mas .. one of the employees of Megantara Group?"

Dirga nodded."I'm sure."

"If you ask me for help, does that mean you're not going to cheat on me, Mom?"tanya Dhia hesitated.

Hearing Dhia ask, Dirga suddenly laughed.

While Dhia was made astonished.

"Who fired you? did I have a word to say, fire?"

"No, no, Mas .. but you suddenly told me to go home. So I guess, I got fired." Dhia grinned while playing her fingertips.

"No, that's .. I know, you're definitely not the culprit."

Dirga stood up while leaning against the table.

"Actually this problem is not the first time. Before you work, similar problems happen."

"I think it's because of the mistakes of the accounting staff who worked before you. But now I just realized, if it turns out there is someone trying to bring me down." continued Dirga explained.

"I hope this problem can be resolved soon, Mom. Don't let that person go any further."

Dirga nodded.

"Have you eaten?"

Dhia's got a little prick."Wait for you, Mommy."

"Your face is pale. You sick?"

Dirga approached Dhia and wanted to touch the woman's forehead. But suddenly Dhia smothered her mouth, feeling something churning inside her stomach. Like wanting to vomit when inhaling the scent of perfume that emanated from her husband's body.

"Why you?"

Dirga's hand again wants to touch Dhia, but Dhia immediately pushes him.

"You stink, Mum."

"What?!"

Dirga was astonished by the astonishment, watching Dhia who had now run out.