My wife, Dhia
Growing Healthy, Son. Mama Sama Papa Waiting for You

Week pass. Dirga's condition is almost restored. Only scars that have not been disguised, and occasionally still leave pain.

Dhia still remains cold to Dirga. Actually, he doesn't hate. Just being a distance, preparing the heart if one day Dirga will really leave it. Including also for the sake of prospective children who are in the womb. Dhia did not want to give Dirga the opportunity and the opportunity to take his child candidate.

Even so, his duty to care for Dirga all this time he still did with patience. Undeniably, it turns out that during this week he also had enough difficulty regulating the feelings of love that had long trapped him.

It always almost melted when Dirga said that the man did not want to lose it. Even when Dirga asked him to come back. Not once or twice Dirga tried to show his sincerity.

But not this time, Dhia doesn't believe anymore. It was not impossible that the grudge against the man was still there. The same thing when Dirga offers sincerity when he wants to marry her, first. This could be a return tactic. Trying to approach him again, only to be able to seize the baby candidate, later.

Dhia didn't want that to happen. That's why he keeps avoiding. Including trying to throw his love feelings away.

This morning, Dhia was in the kitchen. Just finished making milk for himself. He walked towards the dining table, accidentally his tail looked towards the room Mbok Siah open.

He can see, at this time Mbok Siah is hugging Dirga. The woman rubbed her eyes like she was crying. I don't know what they're talking about right now. The distance that is far enough makes Dhia can not hear clearly. But surely the hug looks haru. Like someone who has just found something valuable and has been lost. Although curious, Dhia stopped to immediately approach.

A few moments later, after sipping a glass of milk that Dhia had just made. Then Dhia walked into Mbok Siah's room. In his hand there is already a glass of warm water, which he plans to give to Mbok Siah. Every morning, it has become a routine Dhia meminemkan medicine for women who are already vulnerable.

"Take the medicine first, Mbok."

Dhia placed the tray on the table, while reaching for the medicine from the wooden drawer next to Mbok Siah's bed.

"Mbok drink alone. You take your husband to the front" said Mbok Siah while taking drinking water with slightly shaking hands to make the drinking water a little spilled. Seeing that Dhia directly helped him.

"Be careful, Mbok." Dhia gives the medicine to Mbok Siah, then sees Dirga.

At this time her husband was neatly wrapped in an old ash suit. It's ready to go to the project, after a week off because of the accident he just had.

"Are you sure you want a job?"Dhia's voice was still cold. But Dirga could see the anxiety from Dhia's gaze.

Dirga nodded slowly."Why ask that?."

"It's okay."

Dirga smiled."Don't worry, I'm cured."

Dhia doesn't want to respond. He chose silence, sighing in anguish, while walking out of Mbok Siah's room.

"If it is healed .. means tomorrow you can leave this house" said Dhia when she was on the porch, while looking at Dirga with a flat gaze.

"No need to be here anymore."

Dhia's words were enough to make Dirga's heart pinch. But he chose to respond with a relaxed expression."I'm not leaving if I'm not with you."

Dirga's answer again made Dhia have to sigh in anguish. Really, this husband is really stubborn in her opinion.

"I told you, I don't want to go home, Mom!"

Dirga slightly flicked her lips, while raising her shoulders casually."Yes .. I won't go home either."

"Nr ..."

Dhia's voice was restrained. The anger made him unable to speak anymore. Free she refused, if finally her husband would only make her rise in blood.

"Papa work first, son. All right inside, yeah."Dirga rubbed gently Dhia's stomach.

And that made Dhia surprised, when Dirga's hands suddenly just touched her stomach. Still neutralizing his shock, a second later Dhia was again made in disbelief when Dirga without permission floated a friendly kiss on his left cheek. Netra Dhia instantly rounded perfectly.

"It turns out getting pregnant makes you sexier."

Whisper Dirga with a heavy voice, right in the ear of Dhia, before finally stepping away leaving Dhia who was still dumbfounded.

Is he serious or is he mocking me? bathin Dhia was annoyed and went straight in, heading for the room. Not to lie down or want to apply makeup. Instead of directly standing in front of the glass, while paying attention to the overall body.

His stomach is getting bigger at the age of the womb which has almost entered the age of six months. This time he was sure that Dirga was mocking him. Because he himself felt his body was like a balloon filled with water that was increasingly rounded. Not just the stomach, but the cheeks and buttocks.

"MAS!!" shouts Dhia restrained.

The sound of walking from behind made Dhia further extend the steps. The heart rate is no longer at its speed. Dhia was really shocked when the voice of someone called her name.

"Dhia ...!" call Mala who is coming from the front. Apparently this striking-looking woman had deliberately come to pick up Dhia.

"You why? puke so much .. You're sick." Mala put the back of her hand called Dhia"But it's hot, really." continued with a slow murmur.

"Your stomach hurts? or do you want a baby?"flocked Mala again, with an anxious look but impressed excited.

Dhia clucked as she softened Mala's head."How lahiran? still six months." he set his breath a little romp.

"Keep thou why, until the vanishing (breaths are disjointed) ..His face is so pale?"

"Where the hell are you from."

"Soalnya from earlier also did not wait, a long time back?."

"Yes nganter flowers .. I just wanted to go to Pak Joko's flower garden." explained Dhia while wiping cold sweat on her forehead."But don't know, just now ... suddenly I feel like someone is following."

"So I'm back."

"Kok, can? your feelings, kali."He looked around them, but he did not see anyone there.

Dhia's got a little prick."I'm sure someone followed me, Mala .. This isn't the first time."

Mala was silent for a moment.

"Maybe it's a person who just happens to want to pass by as well. Yes, yok .. go home." Mala pulled Dhia's hand slowly."Someone just ordered flowers, so much."

"Seek ushered this afternoon .. I'm lost."

Mala said while walking with Dhia.

At night, at exactly eight o'clock, Dirga just returned. He opened the door of the simple house that turned out to be unlocked. Inside, Mbok Siah was sitting on a wheelchair while watching television.

The old lady smiled welcoming his return."Just got home, son? how long?."

Dirga kissed the back of Mbok Siah's hands."Yes, Mbok .. was accidentally overslept on the project."

He said and sat on the chair.

Mbok Siah sighed softly."You must be tired .. Your condition, right, has not really recovered."

Dirga replied with a faint smile while opening her shoes. Then put it on a special rack of shoes that are available near the door. The conditions were all simple at home, making him get used to the situation.

"Have you eaten?."

"Not yet, Mbok."

"Oh, yes ... Dhia, where? slept yet?."

"Yes .. earlier this afternoon help Mala flower arrangement." explained Mbok Siah."Lots .... maybe because of fatigue, so fast sleep."

"Udah, eat first. Before going to bed, the food was prepared with your wife" said Mbok Siah told.

After eating dinner, and cleaning up, Dirga now laid her body on the side of Dhia. While looking at the quiet face of his wife who was sleeping, he exhaled slowly right in front of Dhia's face, making the woman close her eyes.

"Basar jutek .. You want the same revenge, me?." muttered Dirga softly to his sleeping wife.

But suddenly he remembered the one thing he had bought, when he came home from the project. Slowly he stood back up so as not to make Dhia awake, walking to reach his briefcase that he had previously placed on the table. A headphone he took out from inside.

Classical music with a gentle rhythm he deliberately turned, while attaching the headphones on top of Dhia's stomach. He put it down slowly. Of course, so that his wife does not wake up. A moment later, he could see Dhia's stomach moving, like something was heading from inside. The baby responded, so active, that the smile did not stop adorning the corner of Dirga's lips.

"Grow healthy, son ... Mama's with Papa, waiting for you."

Dirga said slowly.