My wife, Dhia
Sorry, I'm Disappointing you

Wiwik let out a long sigh."Poor Madam Dhia. She must be sad."He moved his lips a little."The Mas Dirga. There-there was, deh ... Wiwik is so anxious to see."

"Pengen nyubit aja his whiskers are thin."cerocos Wiwik before finally entering the work space owned by Dirga and put a black bag that he tote on the table.

"Maos ..."Call Dhia when the door opens.

"Maas ...." Call him again while sweeping the net at every corner of the big room. But still no answer. Only the gurgling of water could be heard in the bathroom. Maybe it was Dirga who was cleaning up.

Dhia picked up the socks and tie that were thrown off on the dark brown sofa in the room. Then switch on a watch with a famous brand that almost fell off the nightstand. He put it carefully. But one thing caught his attention. A frame measuring 10 inc, contains a photo of memories that look faded color.

A picture of a boy about seven years old looking happily smiling flanked by a pair of women and men who look handsome and very beautiful.

Unknowingly Dhia smiled."This must be your late Mama and your late Papa, Mas."Lirih Dhia remembers the story of Dirga who said that Papa and Mama are gone."And this is you ...."Dhia gently rubbed the part of the little boy's face drawn it."So sweet. Such a happy family." slowly muttered.

"What are you doing here?"

Dhia turned around and saw Dirga standing at the bathroom door. It looks fresher with a simple t-shirt and gray knee-length shorts. While both hands are still holding a white towel perched on her wet hair.

"Mas, I ... "

"Such a design!"Dirga breaks Dhia's sentence with a high voice, to the point of making Dhia's shoulders squeak.

"Who told you to come in? Huh uh?!"Dirga walked closer to Dhia. Her net was looking at the girl with a look of hatred.

Dhia has been flinching. Look at the eyeballs in front of him. This was not the Dirga he knew before. The man who had made his heart bend to the knee some time ago.

"Mas, what exactly are you, anyway? I'm your wife, Mas. Have you forgotten about our wedding? Just a few days, Mom."Dhia finally dares to question the riddle that has always plagued her lately.

"Get out of you." said Dirga without looking.

"No .. I can't if you keep kayaking, Mas. Obviously the same I .... What am I wrong, Mas?"Dhia gripped both of her husband's burly arms."Same story I. So I can fix my mistakes. Don't be cold like this. I don't understand, Mas"

"I'm confused." Dhia's voice shook.

"Do you want to know what's wrong with you?" Dirga mamandang Dhia with restrained anger. Both of his palms turned around clutching Dhia's shoulders hard."It's all because of you ...." Dirga did not continue his sentence. He even threw a sharp look. Then release his grip to make the tiny body of Dhia slammed on the bed.

"Mass ...!"

"Mas, don't go!"

Dirga walked out and slammed the door. It didn't matter when Dhia called him. It came down with raging emotions. Along with Wiwik who was about to deliver a glass of water into his master's room.

"Lah .. lah .... Did Dirga go?. Here's the drink."Wiwik gulped down feeling something was wrong. He opened the door when he heard a cry from his master's room.

"Mbak Dhia .. kok nangis."Wiwik looks anxious and approaches Dhia.

"It's okay, Wik."Dhia rubbed her wet cheek."I'll go to the room first, yeah." He moved and went straight out of the room.

Wiwik's heart felt pity. Dhia is a good woman. It was heartless to see Dhia being treated that way.

In the room, Dhia could only cry. Dirga's high voice was still ringing in his sense of hearing. His heart is so sick. Not expecting the day marriage that made her so happy had to turn around with the harsh reality. How did he get through the journey his life had just begun.? A new time passed to greet him with tears.

Dhia cried sobbing as her phone rang. The name of the caller on the phone screen.

...Mamma...

...📞...

...call ......

Dhia. But his longing for the middle-aged woman made him powerless not to answer her.

"Hallo, Ma .."sapa Dhia after that had neutralized the sound.

Hello, son .. long time to answer.

"Yes, Ma .. was in the bathroom."we're Dhia.

Are you crying again? rossa asked because she heard a different voice of Dhia.

"Crying?"Dhia asked back."E-not, Ma .. why cry. It's just the flu again." obviously I had to lie again.

Oh so .... Rossa answered ambiguously. For a moment he was silent, then he spoke again.

Do not forget to pray. Pray the same power so that your marriage is always in good faith. Whatever the case, complain to him. Insyaallah .. everything will be easy and get the best.

Dhia. She thought Mama was aware of her lie that was pretending to be okay. Mama is, Mama. A woman has a strong bond of heart to her flesh and blood. As smart as any tongue is twisted. No sound can lie even if there is no room to look at each other.

"Mama .."relih Dhia.

You strong woman .. fight for your household. Mama is sure you can.

...-----...

At seven o'clock in the morning Dhia rushed down intending to have breakfast and set off for campus. His eyes are a little puffy. It's definitely because all night crying over his wounded love.

Dhia hesitated to step when she saw that Dirga had already sat down at the table to eat breakfast. But the hope that his household still survive he finally gathered the remnants of courage to keep stepping.

"Mas, do you want to drink milk, water or something?"dhia asked as Dirga almost choked."Milk, yes ... I made it, Mas."

"No need!"push Dirga fast.

"Udah, Mas. I'm not in a hurry, anyway." fingers Dhia nimble and quickly make a glass of white milk on Dirga."This, Mas ... is ready." he said while thrusting it to Dirga.

"No need." refuse Dirga again.

Praangg!

A glass of milk that Dhia made with love finally landed on the floor. Along with glass fragments scattered indeterminate direction.

Dhia's body is in a snarl. The net is holding a clear grain that almost spills to the surface.

"I said no, don't!"snarled Dirga without guilt. The man immediately passed. Dhia just looked at the back of her husband's field with a broken heart. Until it disappeared from behind the walls of the kitchen and living room.

...-----...

Four beautiful girls came out of the management classroom. One of those girls was Dhia.

"Where are we today?"Yuli asks Dhia, Amel, and Dini.

"Where else? As usual, it is ... Orphanage, nursing home."This time Amel answered.

"I like a challenge."Sahut Dini fast.

"Jeez Dini .... Here we again want to donate, share. Not traveling." Sahut Yuli is anxious in Dini.

"Yes, I know, Yuli .. I mean, what if we donate to unusual places. To RSJ, is that it?"

"The Mental Hospital you mean?"Amel widens eyes in Early. The blonde girl immediately nodded confidently.

"That's right, Din ... It's a story to tell you, is it?"Yuli laughed softly.

Dhia and Amel also laughed.

"Suture cave is also the lips. Lemes is so good at talking."Throwing lips."I mean, we share it with RSJ. Sometimes find a new place. Make no mistake ... look around ODGJ is also exciting, loh ... there is something to be invited to joke. Hihih."Early giggles softly."I used to remember. Small time chased the same, ODGJ. Scared, but there's a thrill to it too."

"Emm." Amel weighing."You can too, tuh. What do you think of Dhi ....?"ask her to Dhia who was just listening.

"That's a good idea, too. They also need something. Food is ..."

"OK ... so fix this, we go to RSJ?"tanya Yuli made sure of a place to share this time. This is an activity that they usually do once a month every Friday after going home from college. And today, everyone decided to vote, RSJ.

"Dhya!"

Dhia turned her head and stopped when Dhanu called out to her.

"You guys go first."Dhia told his three friends."I'll be followed."

"OK."sahut Amel understood.

"Follow me."Dhanu pulls Dhia's arm at a slightly quiet spot around the campus.

"Dhanu .. Are you okay, anyway?" Dhia rubbed her flushed arm as Dhanu pulled her.

"Dhia .. tell me that your marriage is not true."

"Dhia .. please, answer me."Dhanu continued to demand answers when the girl was just silent.

"Dhio ..."

"That's right, Nu."

Dhanu restored her coarse hair."Why Dhia? Why??"

"I know you're sensitive, Dhia. I also know that you know how I feel. I liked you from the old days Dhia."

"I'm sorry, Nu .. but I've never had more feelings than your best friend."

"Your best friend said?"Dhanu looked at Dhia disappointed."So all this time my kindness, the sincerity that I gave you was only considered a friend?"

"Sorry, Nu ..."Dhia returned Dhanu's gaze with guilt. He knew the man had great disappointment in him.

"You can definitely get a better woman. A woman who can repay your feelings. Believe it."

"I'm going first, Nu. Yuli and the others are waiting for me."Dhia went straight away. Leaving Dhanu who was still standing with a sick and disappointed feeling.

Fifteen minutes on the way. Dhia finally arrived at the agreed place with his three friends. RSJ, Binawangsa, Jakarta. He walked leisurely through the hallway. Looking for his three friends who have arrived first. While paying attention to people who are patients with ODGJ (People With Mental Disorders). There is compassion in him. Not a few young people. However, they have to be treated and treated in that place.

Their future is lost. Lost sense and know nothing. Dhia smiles and sees a middle-aged woman who is seen stripping her hair from an inanimate object. A worn doll that had torn off her clothes. The woman was so sincere in treating him. There may be a deep story for him behind it all. A story that ultimately took away his senses.

Dhia kept glancing at the view. His net was fixed on the middle-aged woman who was sitting in a wheelchair. His face does not look so clear. His skin looks white and clean. The woman sat facing a window. Shut up, don't act weird like other ODGJ patients.

His soul was called to take a closer look. Dhia also intends to step up. But it immediately stopped when it saw a tall, neat-looking man in a dark blue suit. Enter, and approach the middle-aged woman.

Why is he here? bathin Dhia's. He immediately turned his head when a soul nurse passed through the hallway where he was standing.

"Mr ..."

"Yes .. Can anyone help?"ask the soul nurse.

"Yes, I'd like to ask .. mother, who is the mother in the wheelchair with the man, huh?"

"Sorry, Ma'am .. we can't tell. Because it's privacy for the patients here."

Dhia was a little disappointed. But he still has to respect the rules that exist in the Mental Hospital."Oh that"

The soul nurse nodded."Excuse me, Ma'am."