My wife, Dhia
All Failed

Megantara Group

"Hows it? ready already?"

Dirga was walking, talking to someone behind the phone. The man who wears a dark brown suit, just returned from the Citra Wira ProjectWisata with Gio.

Dilla, a woman who served as a receptionist at this company saw Dirga enter. The woman wanted to call, like she wanted to tell you something. But finally shut down.

"Seven nights."Dirga replied, when the person behind the phone asked.

"Okay, thank you."

Dirga disconnected the call, then put the phone into the pocket of the suit, continued to walk into the elevator with Gio.

"What's wrong?" ask Gio curiously.

Dirga looked at Gio, and only returned with a smile.

"Your company is in trouble, but you can still smile. You're not an error anymore', are you?" ask Gio origin.

"I'm still sane. You don't have to worry." Dirga smiled back.

Elevator door opens. Currently both of them are on the tenth floor, and directly into their respective rooms.

The current time is already showing at half-five in the afternoon. He put the laptop in his briefcase. There was something that made him impatient to get home soon.

Penthouse doors opened. Wiwik who passed by in the guest room was astonished to see Dirga back alone.

"Well, Dirga did you go home alone? Where's Dhia ma'am?"

"Slow, huh, Mas?" flocked Wiwik with questions."Oh my goodness, Mas ... Mbak Dhia was just sick, loh, Mas .. diga hell, Mas Dirga rumbles Mbak Dhia overtime."

"When it gets sicker?" Wiwik protests ala mom-emak chatty.

"Hey ..." snapped Dirga pissed."What are you talking about, anyway?"

"Dhia right, not working today" said Dirga reminded Wiwik.

"May ..." Wiwik.

"Didn't she come to the office this morning, Mas? Wiwik saw for himself."

"Wiwik also had time to nanya loh, Mas."clear Wiwik astonished."Didn't Mas Dirga see Madam Dhia at the office?"

Dirga. For some reason, suddenly his feelings were not calm. He took his cell phone out of his pocket. To contact Dhia. The first call, the second call, has already continued. But there's no answer.

Dirga chose another name. Contact Adit, a cctv supervisor at the Megantara Group building.

"Adit, check out the cctv today. Call me as soon as possible, whether my wife comes to the office or not this morning."

Fine, Sir.

Call disconnected.

Dirga stared at Wiwik."What did Dhia say before she left?"

"Just say, go to the office, Mas. Madam Dhia also went in a hurry. He said it was too late."

"Breakfast is also not, Mas." continued Wiwik again.

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh. Said not to the office. Stay, just go to the office. Hard-headed to be a person.

Moments later the phone in Dirga's hand shook. He immediately replied when he saw Adit's name on the screen.

"How's it?"

I just checked, sir. Buk Dhia today came. But just for a second. After that leave, after meeting with Ma'am Tamara.

Hearing that, suddenly Dirga's jaw tightened. He rushed out with long steps, and had time to throw his briefcase on the sofa.

"What have you said to Dhia?" dirga asked Tamara coldly when the Penthouse door on the 19th floor was open.

Tamara who was originally smiling welcomed Dirga's presence, currently looks nervous."You mean, what, anyway?"

"Don't kink, Tamara!" dirga said again this time in a slightly loud voice.

"I've had Adit check out the office cctv. And he said Dhia left after meeting you. Tell me, what have you told her, Tamara?!" dirga's voice came back cold demanding an answer.

"I-I'm just telling you the truth." Tamara answered with a look of guiltless face.

"What about?" heavy Dirga sound. But his gaze was already reddened holding in anger.

"On the truth that he is the son of a murderous man, your Papa. And the son of a man who has made your mama go mad, sis."

Tamara was completely relaxed saying that. He didn't care if Dirga would slap him though. At the moment, making Dhia destroyed was the main relief she was in.

Netra Dirga instantly grew wide in disbelief. A tinge of disappointment was clearly drawn in the scratches of his resolute face. He could have guessed, at this time maybe Dhia had really left him.

"From childhood I loved you, Tamara ..." Dirga finally got back to sound."I've looked at you like my own brother."He's a heavy voice. He looked at Tamara with a sting.

"But now I'm disappointed in you."Connect Dirga slowly."Maybe I'll never be able to forgive you, if I can't find Dhia back."

Tamara gulped while standing in awe. I don't know why Dirga's last sentence made him feel like he was pinching. Dirga's disappointment he thought was so deep.

"Sister, I ..." Tamara's sentence stopped.

"I'm sorry." Dirga immediately left. He did not want to hear any defense from the lips of his adoptive sister.

The penthouse door on the 19th floor is closed. Tamara leaned behind it. Without permission a clear circle fell dripping on his cheek. The words and looks of Dirga's disappointment while looking at him earlier were still recorded clearly. Now, let alone to be grasped, touched may be difficult. He felt futile.

The door alarm went off when Tamara was still crying. He hurriedly shrank the tears. This time he will not miss the time just like that. Tamara opened the door. In front of him now stood a man, whom he initially thought was Dirga.

The man is tall, not too full. Wearing clear glasses, but still looks good.

"Your parents told me to pick you back up" said the man flatly.

At ten o'clock in the night, Dirga was still outside. Pause in front of a small shop, sip a drink from a bottled bottle, while leaning on the body of the car, while occasionally paying attention to people who are still passing on the road this late. His appearance is no longer neat. The white shirt was already buttoned open on the top. His handsome face looked very tired.

Since this afternoon he has been trying to find the whereabouts of Dhia. It has been almost in every corner of the city in Jakarta, but until this late it still does not produce results.

The night weather is shaking the cold wind. Dirga decided to get back in the car. At that moment, his phone rang.

I'm sorry, sir. We can't wait anymore. Our restaurant has to close.

What about the plan, sir? Can it continue tomorrow night?

Dirga.

"No need" said Dirga at last."Everything's off."

Dirga said before the call was cut off. He looked at the empty seat beside the wheel. His left hand grabbed a small red box, then opened it. His gaze was immediately saddened to see the glint of light shining from within.

Diamond necklace, heart shaped. The beautiful thing he planned to give Dhia tonight. Dirga has even booked one of the fancy restaurants tonight. But the end did not seem to go according to plan.

The shadow of a romantic dinner, should be inversely proportional to the reality that exists. All failed.

"Why did you leave when I found out everything?" lirih Dirga slowly.

"Please return, Dhia ... I beg you." Unknowingly the clear water dipped in the corner of the man's eyes.