My wife, Dhia
Staying Pas Again Unfortunately

Already these few days, Dhia felt like someone was quietly following her wherever she went. Like this afternoon, he had just returned from the flower garden owned by Mr. Joko, who was not far from Mbok Siah's house. In his hands there are already several types of fresh flowers, which plans this afternoon will be sent to customers soon.

Dhia occasionally looked back, then slightly increased the pace. He was only able to breathe calmly, when he arrived in front of his flower shop.

Dhia began to arrange the flowers she had just picked up. His heart suddenly beat rapidly upon hearing a slow step from behind. The netraya had glanced through the tail of the eye. He took a pile of withered flower stalks from inside the vase, and immediately turned around, hitting many times a person, who he assumed was the one who had been following him.

"Go, you .. go." Dhia continued beating until the leaves attached to the flower stalks fell.

"Ow .. sick, Dhia!" shouted someone from within the striking colored blanket, which wrapped up almost the entirety of the person's body.

Dhia immediately stopped, hearing a voice that he thought was no stranger. His net was immediately widened to know who he was.

"Mala?!"

Mala rubbed her head while pursing her lips.

"sickness, know. Just playing around."

"Yes sorry .. I thought it was a bad person. " said Dhia felt bad."You anyway, why try this late afternoon knuckle use blanket all."

"It's so weird."

Mala's body shook, and she looked pale.

"You sick?"

Mala nodded with a limp face.

"I don't think I can order that bouquet of flowers, Dhia ... How about you, it's okay, right?"

Dhia sighed softly."It's okay."

"Aren't you afraid of being tired?."

Asked Mbok Siah who was suddenly in front of the door. Sitting in a wheelchair, she looked at Dhia.

"You're pregnant, you ... tell someone else to."

Dhia smiled."Inshaallah, Mbok. I'd like to check the contents, too."

"Mbok calm down ... Dhia to the city does not take angkot or ojek, kok .." continued Mala."I ordered a taxi. Come back, too."

Dhia frowned."You ordered a cab?"

Mala nodded quickly."Especially for you. Let's not get tired."

"This is the address."

Mala gives Dhia a business card.

After Ashar, Dhia gets ready to go to the city. He grabbed a bouquet of red roses, and a bouquet of lilies that he had previously assembled.

On the road, a taxi stopped.

He could see a tall man in a driver's uniform, wearing a black hat and mask, coming out of the taxi.

"A taxi ordered by Madam Mala?"

Ask Dhia.

The driver nodded, then opened the door for Dhia.

"Thank you" Dhia said and immediately sat in the passenger seat.

The road to the city usually takes about an hour. In the taxi, Dhia occasionally swept a glance at the simple houses lined up on the roadside.

This time, he looked ahead. Accidentally the net caught the eye of the taxi driver who was watching him. I don't know since when. Dhia just realized it.

"Why did you see me?"

Dhia asked suddenly, to the point of making the man a little absorbed.

The driver immediately cleared his throat while looking down to adjust the position of his hat.

"Emmm .. that, Ma'am .. s-I remember my wife. Your face is very similar to my wife."

"Oh." Dhia response was flat.

"Where should you know your wife?"

The man is back to the throat."My wife is gone, Ma'am .. leave me."

Dhia. I feel sorry for that driver.

"It feels very sad, Ma'am .. left just right again unfortunately."

Call the taxi driver again.

"Patient, yes, my mother."

Dhia.

The driver nodded.

"Stop in front of that store, yeah, Mas."

Dhia pointed towards the shoe store. And get out of the cab. I met a man who was waiting for him there.

In the taxi, the driver who was asked by Dhia to wait for him, was seen watching Dhia from a distance not too far away. Right now, the driver could see Dhia smiling while giving the man two bouquets of flowers.

I don't know what they're talking about. But the driver could see the man smiling, with his left hand raised as if touching Dhia's cheek.

Dhia looks over the man's hand. But the man tried to touch her again.

Bugh!

Dhia was wide-eyed when suddenly the taxi driver she asked to wait for her threw a raw bogem on the face of the man in front of her.

"Why hit him" asked Dhia fiercely to the taxi driver.

"I'm sorry, ma'am .. I didn't accidentally" the taxi driver said without sin.

Dhia sighed in disbelief.

"Mas Rio ... Mas Rio, it's okay, right?"

Dhia looked at the man who was grimacing while rubbing his lips.

"What's up? my lips are broken, see Dhia."

"Oh my goodness .. I'm sorry, yeah." Dhia feels guilty.

Hurriedly his hand opened the bag, and took out a tissue from inside there. Dhia intends to wipe the blood that came out at the corner of the lips, Rio. But suddenly his hand was pulled by the taxi driver who he thought was too much.

Rio's grunting rudely.

"Actually he's who you are, huh, Dhia?" rio asked annoyedly.

"I'm her husband!" said the taxi driver suddenly.

Rio instantly silenced, and a moment later left that place.

Dhia immediately bought eyes. I can't stop thinking about the taxi driver, who claimed to be her husband. Dhia is really furious.

"His mother if you talk, don't be careless, yes! When did I get married?!" tanya Dhia was upset.

"It's so hard to be my husband. As long as I know, yes .. I already have a husband. My husband is handsome .. not ugly, like that!"

Dhia said so upset.

"Bak insulted me?"

Ask the taxi driver not to take it.

"Yes ... why? it's ugly, right? so from that moment did not dare to take off the mask."

"Heh, Ma'am .. remember, yes .... The mother was pregnant again. You've insulted me, but my face is ugly."

"I don't accept it, Ma'am.!" said the taxi driver again while looking at Dhia annoyed."I swear, later if his son Mbak was born .. his face will look like me.!"

Dhia was instantly stunned. But wait, it's not because of the man's words. Except the man's look. The look of the eagle's eyes he had just noticed. The look that always upset her, and she missed it.

And the man's voice, ah, how dhia felt stupid. Why just realize?

Dhia gulped nervously. His heartbeat suddenly raced fast.

"Mas Dirga."

Lirih Dhia slowly.