My wife, Dhia
Cold enveloped

"So when my husband's town suddenly hit me, your Mas."

Dhia said while receiving Dirga's suitcase from Mala's hand.

"Can't you?" Mala was surprised."How about Rio? bonyok's face, dong, if so?"

"Not until bonyok, anyway." Dhia sat in a plastic chair and set up a suitcase next to her."Just a bruise on the corner of the lip."

"Mas Dirga misunderstood .. he thought Mas Rio wanted to macem-macem with me." explained Dhia while rubbing her stomach slowly."Though a trivial matter, because because of the grasshopper lash my hair."

"Speak my apology to Rio, yes .. I feel bad."

"So she was angry."

"Yes, I'll be there .. be calm" Mala said, sitting on an empty plastic chair, which was beside Dhia's left.

Momentary silence.

"You, really, know my husband?"

Dhia switched talks. Something he actually wanted to ask because he was curious.

"Oh ..." Mala chuckles softly."That, you ... when I brought strawberries." he nudged Dhia's arm."Remember, didn't?"

Dhia nodded slowly.

"When you came in. .. I took care of the flower shop." Mala recalled, and started explaining the meeting to Dhia."Then I accidentally saw there was a guy guaaaanteng .. get behind the mango tree in front of the next contract."

"Yo, I'm curious .. yes not samperin, dong." said Mala, telling me enthusiastically.

"Mas, find who?" mala asked at that time, patting Dirga's shoulder from behind, to make the man's body scowl in surprise.

Not only surprised to hear the woman's voice, but also surprised to see the appearance of Mala, which Dirga said seemed strange and tacky.

"From earlier I saw Mas-nya tilik-tilik (noticed) in the direction of the flower shop." Mala pointed towards Dhia's flower shop."I see me, huh?"

Mala narrowed her eyes, throwing a probing gaze.

"N-no!" dirga protested quickly.

"Keep what's going on here? want to steal a mango?" todong Mala again with a question, while looking up at the mango tree that turned out to be fruitless.

Lah, just a leaf doang.

"His mother, ngaku! whatwant? or if not, I'm afraid of making out, right?!' threaten Mala firmly.

Waduh, fucked up, here! .. This bucket is so, woman.

Dirga said in his heart.

"Toll ....."

Dirga hurriedly smothered Mala's mouth, as she was about to scream for help. But instead of rebelling asking to be released, Mala was actually lulled fragrant perfume Dirga. The woman's eyes closed like she was enjoying the scent that pierced her nose.

Dirga who saw that, hurriedly took off his hands. And how surprised he was, when he saw his palm, was already red because it was exposed to lipstick menor from Mala's lips.

It can be ascertained that at this time half of Mala's face has been flushed. How not? the lipstick is now off track.

Dirga grimacing ticklish. He also, directly rubbed his palm on the trunk of the mango tree.

"I'm not a thief!" dirga's objection won't take."I'm just here to see my wife, me."

The two eyebrows of Mala are thick like caterpillars, interlocked.

"The same pregnant woman you were, my wife, me." I'm Dirga.

"So, Dhia's wife, Mas-nya?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not be found?."

Mala mangosteen, as if to understand.

Because, Dhia once told me about the reason for escaping to this village. But of course Dhia did not tell the truth, about his father who was a murderer.

"Can I ask for help?"

Dirga looked at Mala expectantly.

"Your husband is a romantic you know, right? diem-diem make food ... bring flowers."

"It's a real shame on you" Mala said as she held Dhia's arm."That's .. in sorry, aja."

Dhia was silent for a moment.

"You don't know, the problem is, Mala." Dhia looked down while rubbing back her stomach.

Mala breathed slowly.

"I don't know what your problem is" Mala said slowly as she looked at Dhia. This time it looks serious. There was absolutely no silliness on his face.

"But I know, and can feel that your husband is sincere, love you." Mala continued.

"To the extent that he got hit so .. yeah, for chasing you. If it wasn't for love, he wouldn't have been so badly hurt like this." Mala still stared at Dhia.

Dhia is back in silence.

"Now you see your husband, there. Who knows if he needs something." Mala got up from her seat."I'm going home first. It's malem."

Dhia nodded slowly.

After Mala's departure, Dhia moved on. Pull Dirga's suitcase, and step towards the room where Dirga is. After previously closing the door of Mbok Siah's room that opened. He had a glance inside, seeing the old woman who had fallen asleep.

Dhia opened the room door. There, he could see Dirga was having trouble standing, because his legs were hurt.

Dhia sighed softly. Put the suitcase beside the dark brown wooden cabinet in the corner of the room, then walked up to Dirga, intending to help him.

"Where are you going?"

Dhia's voice sounded cold.

Dirga looked at."To the bathroom."

Without asking, or frills volunteering, Dhia immediately wrapped her hand around the man wrapped in the black shirt. Intended to help, but Dirga forbid it. Due to worry about the condition of Dhia who is pregnant.

"I can be alone." said Dirga slowly."You better rest .. I know, you're tired too."

But Dhia as if not pengubris, he still helps Dirga to walk. Inevitably, Dirga too, finally complied.

At this moment, the two of them had already returned to the room.

Dhia was sitting at the bedside. His lentic fingers painstakingly replaced the wet Dirga hand bandage, as a result of being accidentally exposed to a splash of water.

Noiseless, the woman's face looked cold and slightly lowered. Although without being asked, his fingers continue to move to do their job.

Like not wanting to waste an opportunity, Dirga looked at Dhia unblinkingly, down every curve of the woman's face that now a little, looking more chubby. The more adorable he thinks. Moreover, seeing the distended stomach wrapped in maroon-colored sleeping pajamas, ah, it feels like he really wants to touch, and greet his future children in there.

But that certainly doesn't work. If that were to happen, perhaps by this time he had already screamed, screaming in pain since Dhia would definitely instantly tie the bandage in his hand so strongly.

Accidentally, the two's views met. But that was not long, because Dhia looked down again.

The night is getting late. But a couple who were lying down, still awake in silence, drowned in each other's minds.

Inevitably a cold atmosphere enveloped the restroom. Not because of the air, but the lips of both are silent.

"Dhio ..."

Dirga's heavy voice broke the silence. Although Dhia turned his back on him, he knew that his wife was not asleep at the moment.

"If there is anything to talk about, tomorrow only, Mas" said Dhia without turning his head."You're sick again .. better rest."