My wife, Dhia
Grief Flowers

"Maybe Ms. Dhia has returned to Jakarta, sir. Should you rest first? You see, tomorrow morning we have to go back to Jakarta, sir."

Doddy said earlier, when after returning from the project, Dirga intends to continue to look for Dhia. After two weeks of searching, but still fruitless.

"I'm sure Dhia is still in this village." Dirga's voice sounded heavy.

"You go home with Yudi. I'll find Dhia myself."

Said Dirga at the time.

Currently, the time has shown at five in the afternoon. Dirga continued to drive his car at a moderate speed, until it was not felt, he was already at the end of the village. Or the people in the village, used to call it a village edge.

He stopped the car. Throwing his breath rough, while leaning his head on the steering chair. Suddenly he felt almost desperate. Spend time continue to search, but until this moment still fruitless.

Netra Dirga was almost closed because she felt tired. But at a glance the look of his eyes was caught on the woman wearing a light blue dress. In that instant, he, too, straightened his eyes. Ensuring that the net is not wrong.

The distance of his car with the woman, at this time, was only five meters. Until Dirga could clearly see the face of the woman who was currently smiling, while walking with a bouquet of roses, then stopped, and gave the bouquet of flowers, to a middle-aged woman on the side of the road.

Dhia ....

Some seized his view, the woman looked more contained, with a large stomach like being pregnant.

His net suddenly blushed because of the sharpening haru. He rushed out of the car. Intended to immediately want to meet and hug the woman who is currently so longed for. But his hand, which was about to open the door, suddenly stopped.

Dirga knew that Dhia had always intended to avoid him. His appearance that came suddenly, could have made Dhia more evasive.

Patience, Dirga .. patience!

Dirga took a deep breath.

Hose then, he could see Dhia leaving. Dirga rushed down from the car, following the woman, wearing his glasses, which he had snatched from the top of the dashboard.

Dirga plan stalking. Sometimes he hides, on anything that can cover his tall body, when Dhia looks back.

Until finally the woman stopped at a flower shop, behind which there was a simple wooden house with white shades.

Dirga also stopped. Currently, he is hiding behind a large mango tree, whose body is not far from the yard of the house. Paying attention to Dhia who is currently standing in white rose flower arrangement.

"What's wrong with you, son? you hungry?"

"Mouthful movements, from earlier. Mama's so ticklish."Dhia chuckled softly as she rubbed her stomach.

Dirga can hear Dhia, is inviting chat prospective children who are still in the stomach. Dirga smiled, unconsciously tears should be pierced in the corner of his eyes.

"Dhya!"

A woman with a unique look, wearing a dress patterned with colorful flowers, two hair, came with a little screaming voice to make Dhia's shoulders screech in surprise.

"Oh my goodness, Mala! you just want to, .. really habits. What if I faint?" Dhia grumbled furiously.

Mala cengennesan."Please ... don't faint, Dhia. I brought food."

Mala thrust a white plastic package at Dhia.

Dhia took it right away."Or I'll be hungry again."

"What, anyways?" Dhia opened the plastic. He could see some snacks, and also fruit in there.

"Strawberries?" netra Dhia.

"You are good, very good, ciiiiii ..." Dhia instantly pinched Mala's cheek.

Mala put on a shy face."Udah, the hunt is eaten .. an about your child drooling. This flower shop let me take care. You rest inside."

"Hmmm ... You're so good, anyway." Dhia put on haru's face." Yeah, I went inside first, yeah."

Mala smiled as she watched Dhia enter the house.

The fragrant flowers are fragrant in the morning. Dew drops add to its freshness. Like a woman currently singing small songs, her face looks radiant. Dhia opens her flower shop with passion every day.

Actually, the flower shop belongs to Mbok, Siah. The old woman he was looking for. Dhia manages to find the woman, thanks to Reyhan's help.

It turns out, unbeknownst to Dhia, Reyhan is secretly searching for the woman.

Previously, since the day Dhia refused to marry Reyhan, Dhia intended to leave the residence of Buk Laila, because not wanting his presence actually made it harder for Buk Laila to take it off. Buk Laila disagreed. But afterwards, the middle-aged woman could accept. On condition, Dhia must live in the house chosen by her son, Reyhan.

Who would have thought, it turns out that the house is owned by Mbok Siah. An old woman who Dhia had been looking for, but did not meet.

"Dhia ... breakfast first, nduk." cried Mbok Siah from inside the house, with a typical granny voice.

"Yes, Mbok." said Dhia a little strong. He wanted to turn around and intended to enter, but the presence of Mala who had come so early, made him stop.

The girl wearing a yellow top, combined with a bottle green tutu skirt, complete with menor makeup adorning her face, smiled at Dhia.

Dhia frowned "Fast to come .. tumben."

Mala handed Dhia a tote bag and a white plastic bag.

"What's this?"

"Open it up" said Mala with her style.

Dhia immediately opened the tote bag first. Grab a medium-sized Tupperware from inside, then open it. It was two sandwiches.

"You did it yourself?"

Mala nodded."Buruan. The plastic bag is fruit."

"Must be eaten too .. Let your baby be healthy."

Dhia smiles haru."Thank you, yes, Mala .. you are very kind. From yesterday bring me food continue."

"I can get fat for a long time." Dhia nodded slowly.

"Yes, it has to be. Let our bodies be the same." Mala slightly shook her body, to show her bohay body.

Dhia laughed at Mala's behavior.

"Excuse me. Good morning."

A young man stood in front of the flower shop.

Mala's eyeballs instantly sparkled as if emitting heart emoticons. This morning, the flower shop was visited by a handsome buyer. Vitamin injections to start the day.

"Good morning ..." Mala came closer.

"Abang ... what flowers do you want, brother?."

Ask Mala in her centile style.

"We sell orchids, roses, lilies .. Mala's tasty flowers, there are also."

"I want to find flowers for grief, Mother."

Said the man.

The next day was the same. Mala came early in the morning while still carrying food supplies. This time, he brought ten white roses to Dhia.

Inevitably it makes Dhia wonder and wonder.

"From the flower gardener. It's free, just for you." Mala said. Dhia too, accepted it.

The same thing continued until the following days.