My wife, Dhia
The man ... Papa Kandung Dhia's. Where's she?

Sendrapati Penthouse

"Why not go to his Mama's house, Ma'am, Mas? who knows, Madam Dhia's back there."

Wiwik said when this morning Dirga intended to continue to look for Dhia. Dirga had also sent some people to help him with the search last night, but apparently it still did not produce results.

"Dhia can't go back there." said Dirga slowly.

"If Wiwik can find out, what's the problem, anyway, Mas? how come Dhia's mom gets away, doesn't come home?."

"Wiwik so scared Madam Dhia why-why. You see, yesterday, when he went to the office of Mbak Dhia, his face was still pale. I think Madam Dhia is still sick, Mas."

"Wiwik is really worried, Mas." said Wiwik again with a sad face.

Dirga. He could only breathe heavily. The breakfast in front of him, just flipping through. Thought fucked. One problem at a time hit him at the same time.

"Yesterday afternoon Wiwik called, Mbak Dhia's number is still active, Mas. Last night, it was no longer active. Maybe batrenya lowbet times, huh, Mas?"

Dirga remains silent.

"Okay, Madame Dhia .... Where's Dhia, anyway?" Wiwik************** its journal tip due to anxiety.

Elsewhere, a woman with a pale face, lying on the bed, blinked her eyes while peeking at her head that felt dizzy. The sunlight that infiltrated through the sidelines of the window, making the net feel glare. That woman is Dhia.

"I where? why am I here?"

Gumam Dhia slowly. He also tried to clear his mind. Trying to recall why the step could bring him to this place.

"No, Dirga can't take my son."Dhia was shaking while shrinking tears."I don't want to." he said again at that time, and immediately walked out of the Megantara Group building while continuing to cry.

Time kept turning until the afternoon came. Dhia got off a taxi that drove her to a small village. A village that he used to live in when he was ten years old. Rossa brought him here. Meet the middle-aged woman that Dhia does not know who the woman is. The old woman who Dhia said loved her very much. It could Dhia feel as the middle-aged woman, hugging her while crying. Just once. Since then, Dhia has never come and seen him again.

Today, he wanted to go back to meet the middle-aged woman he called Mbok Siah, that is. Although the memory of the woman was gray, Dhia had no choice but to go to this village to find her again. Even with the memories left behind.

Dhia continued to search, and asked everyone who passed by. But every time I asked, no one knew who that woman was. Dhia's face was getting pale. Because it was on the way, he had time to vomit his stomach back. Even so, he continued to force his legs to continue walking. Until in the end he was powerless, and finally collapsed falling on the ground.

Dhia circled the view in a room that she felt was very foreign. A simple, yet neat room. From behind the window with the curtain already open, Dhia could look outwards. A sight he had never seen in the city. The green garden is soothing. As well as the chirping of singing birds, and the cheering sound of chickens welcomes the morning.

"Are you awake, nduk?"the voice of a middle-aged woman who entered the room made Dhia turn her head.

"Here, I bring milk, same breakfast. From last night you have not eaten anything." said the middle-aged woman named Laila, with a friendly smile, while putting down a tray containing breakfast and milk that she brought, as she put down, on the table in the room.

"Thank you, buk .. because mom helped me" Dhia said slowly.

Buk Laila immediately smiled."Not the mother who helps you, nduk ..but the mother's son. His name is Reyhan."

"Yesterday afternoon he came home from, Jakarta .. coincidentally for the next few months, he had a task to work at the nearest Puskesmas in this village."

"Said yesterday, just want to go home accidentally see you passed out on the street."

"Oh." Dhia's pale lips are drawn thin.

"Let's nduk, eaten first breakfast .. pity you, the baby's grandpa inside must be hungry too" said buk Laila again.

This time Dhia's face returned sad. He looked down while rubbing his stomach still flat. I'm sorry, son. You must be sad at this time.

"Where do you know I'm pregnant?" Dhia raised her face looking at the middle-aged woman.

"It just so happens to be my son, Doctor. He's the one who's been checking on you." Buk Laila explained.

Actually yesterday afternoon, Buk Laila was surprised to see his son who returned from Jakarta, got out of the car while holding a beautiful woman who was fainting.

And he was even more surprised, when he found out this weak woman, was pregnant, after his son Reyhan Aditya examined the woman.

"Are you sure you don't know that woman, son?" buk Laila asked her son with a probing look at the time. Currently, they were gathered in the guest room, sitting on a simple sofa, with Ajeng's booklet, and her husband.

"Geez, mom .. buklek, paklek .. I'm honest. I don't know the woman in that room."I mean Reyhan."Anyway, yeah .. If I want to get married, I'll say."

"Shouldn't be clumping?!"

"I'm not lying. I did not accidentally meet the woman again passed out on the street. It's impossible, isn't it .. I live?"

"Pity." Reyhan continued. The sweet man in glasses, who had a posture not too high it.

Buk Laila and everyone who heard Reyhan's explanation that afternoon, finally believed and could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mom can ask you something?" Buk Laila looked at Dhia and asked carefully.

Dhia nodded slowly.

"Looks like I've never seen you in this place. You came to this village alone why?"

"Where is your husband?" Buk Laila looked at Dhia gently.

Dhia gulped nervously. He recalled back to Dirga, as soon as a clear circle poked at the corner of his eye.

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The Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan Residence

Rossa was crying. Not expecting the big secret of many years that he covered, finally slowly revealed to the surface. Dhia has left him. And Dirga has now learned the great fact that Dhia is not the son of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan.

"Did Dhia also know about the truth of her birth Papa?"rossa's voice faltered from crying.

"Not yet, Ma." Dirga.

"Mama asks for help, if Dhia comes back, don't let Dhia know about who her birth father is. Mama doesn't want him to hate Mama any more."

"Mama asked for help, Dirga." Tears kept flowing on the middle-aged woman's cheeks.

At the moment, Rossa felt like she was confronted by a hot ball rolling along her. I don't know when he could run away. While time continues to spin, he continues to be surrounded by mass shadows that make him, even hating himself.

Dirga flinched watching Rossa's face which implied fear. In his heart he felt pity.

"Yes, Ma."

"If Mama can tell, where is she?"ask Rossa slowly.

"The man ... Papa's birth dhia. Where's she?"reiterate Rossa again.

Dirga returned to silence.

"Sorry, Ma .. I can't say it now."

"Mama understands."Rossa smiled faintly.

"Whatever your plan, Mama pray that everything can run perfectly."

"Thank you, Ma."

"Then, excuse me, first."

Dirga standing.

"Dirga." call Rossa again.

"Please find Dhia by the way. Mama was afraid of her why" said Rossa with her cheeks that were wet again.

"Surely, Ma .. I'll keep looking for her."