My wife, Dhia
I've Knew

The sound of machines, clinks, and blows from the tools of building workers, loud enough to fill the canteen room. The building that has been standing, but not yet completed, seems to be built a large hospital.

A woman who was preparing a plate of food, such as forgetting a worker who had just ordered food to him, because of the warm gossip that spread in the village, Arenan. The woman's lips were occasionally seen sneering with an enthusiastic face telling Yuk Dawiyah, who was also one of the workers in the canteen.

"Have been five months pregnant" said the woman who is often called Buk Surkiyah while lifting five fingers.

"But I don't believe, Buk ... After me, Reyhan his son is not so" said Yuk Dawiyah."Buk Laila once told me that she already had a husband. He just ran away from home."

"So on the way, it happened that Reyhan came home from Jakarta, accidentally met the woman, who he said fainted on the street."

"So the same Reyhan was brought home." explained Yuk Dawiyah again.

"Moso' anyway? I'm kok ora percoyo, yo? that's the alesannya Buk Laila. To cover up the disgrace of his son."

"Huss .. You're saying it carelessly!"Buk Dawiyah flicked his hand in front of Buk Surkiyah's face.

"I believe in Buk Laila .. because if it was Reyhan's son, they would have been married long ago. No need to wait for a woman's belly to be big."

"Listen-heard the woman also did not want to marry Reyhan, really. Who, anyway? female name? lali me."

Ask Yuk Dawiyah.

"Dhia, if not wrong."

"Oh, where's the rice, me?" ask one of the workers who ordered rice."Laper, here."

"Oalah .. lali." Surkiyah Buk hastily prepared the order of the man.

"You know, most of the gossip from before. So forget it, if anyone orders food."

Surkiyah Buk.

Meanwhile, someone who had been sitting near them, even had to sharpen their ears, was seen standing up to Buk Surkiyah and Yuk Dawiyah.

"Sorry, Buk .. If you may know, Buk Laila's house is where, huh? I have business." asked the man.

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"Sir! Mr. Dirga."Doddy walked in a hurry, approaching Dirga in the field.

"What's wrong?" Dirga slightly grinned, because of the sun's dazzling radiance of his view.

"I have news about Ms. Dhia, sir. Dhia's mother is in this village." explained Doddy confidently."I just found out from the canteen moms."

"They say, Madam Dhia lives in the house of mothers .. her name is Buk Laila. I also heard, kal ..."

"You know his house?"

Dirga immediately cut Doddy's sentence.

"Know, sir."

"My earrings are there."

Dirga hurriedly walked off the field.

"Sir, Sir, Sir!" stop Doddy all of a sudden.

"What else?"

"Helm is removed first. Yes, I'd like to meet Madam Dhia wearing a helmet all work."

Dirga immediately took off the helmet, gave it to Doddy. While wiping the sweat that soaked his temple.

Cars driven by Dirga and Doddy, stop right on the page of a minimarket.

Dirga out of the car. He can remember this place. The place he stopped when he bought a bottle of drink about a week ago.

A moment of sweeping his gaze, his net was fixed on the middle-aged woman, who was watching him from inside the shop. Dirga rushed in, and asked. Followed by Doddy who followed him from behind.

"Is this true with Buk Laila?" Dirga asked politely.

"Yes, right."

Buk Laila smiled faintly. He could remember the tall man who some time ago had bought a drink in his shop. But this time, Buk Laila suspects, that this man came back not to buy. Except for something important.

"Can I help you, son?"

"I want to find a woman named Dhia."

Said Dirga. He could see the face of Buk Laila who was suddenly shocked.

"I heard from the mothers in this village, Dhia lives here. Is that right, buk?"

"If it's true, I'd like to meet him."

Buk Laila gulped nervously.

"We can snore inside, son." take Buk Laila in kind.

Dirga and Doddy come in. Both are welcome to sit on a simple sofa.

Dirga can also see, the house that is not too luxurious, looks neat, and quiet. It seemed like the middle-aged woman was only by herself. It was proven that Dirga did not see anyone else there. Including Dhia, his wife.

"Dhia, my wife, buk. I want to bring her back home."

I'm Dirga. He could see the face of Buk Laila who was currently changing pias.

"Sorry, I made you a drink first, yeah." Buk Laila standing up. But Dirga prevented it.

"Not necessary, Buk. We just had a drink."

Buk Laila sat down.

"Dhia, it's been gone since two days ago" Buk Laila said.

"Where's she going, buk? did you know?"

Buk Laila was silent for a moment. But then it sounds."I don't know."

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh. He almost found Dhia back. But at this moment he had to swallow the pill of disappointment. Because Dhia's gone back.

At night, Reyhan came home from work. Buk Laila sat on the couch, after the two had eaten dinner.

"Noon someone was looking for Dhia."

Buk Laila told Reyhan. But the boy was silent. Sitting in front of the laptop, wearing glasses.

"Ngaku-ngaku became her husband Dhia. He said he wanted Dhia to go back to Jakarta."

Buk Laila said again, but his son remained silent.

"That man also ngaku be a construction businessman who built your Paklek Bram hospital, le."

"I already know, buk." said Reyhan who momentarily looked at his mother.

"Laah .. You know, anyway? how come mom told you?"

Buk Laila was surprised to hear the words of her son.

Reyhan smiled faintly, sighing softly."I love Dhia very much. If you knew her husband Dhia was here. Because as I thought, her husband Dhia will definitely bring Dhia back home, buk."

"Is this also the reason you suddenly wanted to marry Dhia?"

Reyhan nodded slowly."I don't want you to be sad when Dhia leaves, buk."

"Oh my goodness, le ..." Buk Laila looked at her son grimly."I'm okay, son .. proof, you see, now."

"Mother's okay, isn't it, even if there's no Dhia?!"

Reyhan smiled faintly at his mother. He knew his mother was lying. Ever since Dhia's departure, the middle-aged woman had looked glum. Like something was missing. Reyhan knew that his mother loved Dhia very much, considering that Dhia was like her own biological child.

"So the reason you want to marry Dhia is because of mom?"

Reyhan.

"Does that mean you don't really love Dhia?"

Reyhan is still quiet. But then back to sound.

"The first reason may be that, buk."

"Second reason?" Buk Laila asked. Because Reyhan had no intention of continuing the sentence.

"You love Dhia?" buk Laila kept asking. Trying to understand his son's feelings.

Reyhan gulped."At first I thought, I love, buk .. but after I dive in, it turns out it's not love."

"Pity plays."

Buk Laila sighed softly.

"Mother was the same man, about Dhia?"

Buk Laila shook her head."No, kid .. I said I didn't know."

The mood for a moment of silence.

"Why don't you know, Le?"

Reyhan.

"Why? I see that man is good."

"Let him search for himself, buk. The man should be taught a little lesson for ever wasting Dhia."

"So that means you agree that Dhia will be invited again, back to Jakarta with her husband?"

Reyhan nodded slowly.

"Mbok Asih has told me something, buk. But ke, Dhia, hasn't." Reyhan said suddenly.

"What's the matter, son?."