My wife, Dhia
I'm Not Taking It From You

Dhia gulped nervously. His heartbeat suddenly raced fast.

"Mas Dirga."

Lirih Dhia slowly.

Dirga. Realizing at this time his disguise had been revealed.

"Why are you here, Mom?."

Dhia asked coldly, while throwing a suspicious look.

"Dhia .. hear me."

Dirga gulps down the spit of the mute.

"You've been following me all this time, Mom?" dhia's eyes were already reddened, like they were about to cry from fear.

"I want you to go home."

Dirga wanted to step closer to Dhia. But Dhia quickly banned him.

"You go, Mum! I don't want to go home with you." clear feathers have been dripping on Dhia's cheek."I don't want my son to be born, you take him from me, Mom."

"I don't want to!" Dhia is crying."Please don't separate me from my son, Mom."

"I can't possibly do that, Dhia." said Dirga softly.

Dhia. His feet slowly stepped back, intending to leave.

But Dirga quickly pulled out her hand, and immediately hugged her. Plied the top of his head with kisses time and time again. Channeling the longing that has been shackling. Dhia can feel that

"Please don't go again."

Dirga's voice sounded like crying. Dhia felt the embrace getting tighter hugging her body. Dhia was washed away for a moment. His heart felt calm.

"The child you are carrying right now, not just your son .. or my son." Dirga still continues to hug Dhia."But our son."

"We'll raise her together, after she's born." Dirga gently rubbed Dhia's hair while unraveling the embrace.

"I'm not gonna take it from you." Dirga stared at his wife's eyeballs tightly."Trust me."

Do you think Dirga's brother will love the blood of the flesh, the murderer of his own Papa?

Do you think Dirga's brother will love the flesh and blood of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, the man who has driven his mother crazy?

Once his revenge is avenged, he will dump you and throw you on the streets like trash.

After the child is born, he will take the child from you. In a sense ... he will only accept your son, but not you!

Suddenly Tamara's voice at that time, again jarring in his head. Dhia instantly pushed Dirga's body away instantly.

"No!!"

Shouted Dhia restrained, and immediately left Dirga.

"Dhia ...!"

Shouted Dirga, and quickly ran after Dhia. Like so worried about Dhia's situation, and no longer want the woman to leave him, Dirga to the point of being caught off guard when a motorbike passed very fast towards him.

Braak!!

Accidents, too, are inevitable.

Dhia who heard a loud noise from behind, turned her head. His net was wide, when he saw Dirga was lying on the street.

Woii! don't escape!

Chase it!!

As soon as the screams of the people who saw the biker ran away.

"Mas!"

Shouted Dhia while running towards Dirga.

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"So you're her husband, Dhia?"

Mbok asked Siah, to Dirga who is now sitting leaning on the bed. With his forehead, hands, and right leg wrapped in bandages.

Dirga nodded weakly.

"You take your medicine first. Later if you've had enough, you can go straight home" said Dhia without seeing Dirga, while taking the drug that was given by the doctor.

Mbok Siah let out a long breath."It can't be, nduk ... Dirga is your husband .. Just let him be here."

Dhia just kept quiet, as her hand gave the medicine to Dirga, then grabbed a glass of warm water, and helped to drink to her husband.

"Oh my goodness Mas handsome ... mas handsome why can this be?" Mala suddenly came, holding Dirga's face to make the man grimace, directly sitting on the bed so that it immediately made Dhia retreat.

Dhia who saw that reflex bought eyes. I'm his wife, why is he the big one?

"Jeez .. This is his cheek until this bonyok. It must be really painful." Mala continued to babble while continuing to touch Dirga's face."Don't you want some ointment, will you?"

"I have a magic ointment .. past ...."

"Gmm!!"

Dhia stood up while pounding hard, breaking Mala's ravings. That instant Mala's lips instantly clenched tightly.

"So she said she was sick." Dhia watched Mala closely from top to bottom. The woman's appearance looks shaky. Complete with thick eyelashes like a headscarf, and make up menor ala-ala singer dangdut impromptu.

"It's healed?" ask Dhia again.

Mala directly cengengesan.

Dhia breathed a heavy sigh. Look at Dirga, and turn to Mala who is already standing clumsy.

"So you've been in cahoots this week?" contact Dhia again.

Now Dhia understood. The food, the fruits, the white roses that he had recently received from Mala, were actually gifts from Dirga.

"I'm sorry, Dhia ..." Mala put on a sad face."I did all this because I care about you."

"Your husband is good, loh .. he's doing this all for you."Call Mala again."Because love you."

"You are wrong .." said Dhia Ketus."He didn't do all that for me. It was just for the sake of his son-in-law."

Mala was astonished.

Dirga is currently silent. Don't know what to say. He was trying to understand Dhia's current feelings.

"Udah, already ... don't fuss." interrupted Mbok Siah, then look towards Dhia.

"Your husband is sick again .. let him rest."

Dhia.

"So, how's Mas's stuff? want to be brought here ... or let in my house, first, yes?" asked Mala with a special centile looking at Dirga.

"Your house?" Dhia was in disbelief.

Dirga clucked slowly, while scratching his head that did not itch. Ow hell!

Mala gasped, until her drooping lips moved erratically."B-not ...! I-I mean, my rented house."

Mala read his words.

"The one next door." concluded slowly.

"Udah .. was brought here, all his belongings" Mbok Siah agreed.

"No, Mbok! let Mas Dirga stay there." Dhia refused quickly.

"Loh, loh .. You can't do that, nduk. Your husband is sick again. His hand sprained .... if you need anything?"

"Biarin, Mbok .. there is Mala. Let it be taken care of with Mala."

Dhia glanced at her husband.

Hearing that Netra Dirga immediately looked up. Instead of healing, the pain will get worse because every day in unyel-unyel with the woman who always makes him feel amused. According to him, Mala is good, but the ridiculousness is no cure.

All this time, he had been quite patient with Mala's coquettish behavior. Dandanan nyeleneh, which makes Dirga see him always want to nausea. If it wasn't for Dhia. He will not have the patience to endure.

Mbok Siah sighed softly.

"Mala, you clean up the stuff, Dirga, and bring it right here."

"Okay, Mbok!"

Mala smiled, made her finger form the letter o, directly walked out with a coquettish step, made her butt wide, moving up and down.

At this moment, Dirga put on a triumphant smile. He glanced at Dhia, who also happened to be looking at him. But only for a moment, because Dhia immediately threw away face.