My wife, Dhia
Kemesraan

After donating, Dhia returned to the penthouse. The atmosphere of the penthoes looks lonely. There is only Wiwik who is busy with his activity washing dishes in the kitchen. While Dirga, the cold man did not seem to have returned yet.

"Rel ..."

"Yes, Mommy? what was? can anyone help? want to eat?, want a drink or ..."Wiwik answered with a choice while washing both hands of soap.

Dhia clucked slowly."No, Wik .. I just want to ask a little about his family Mas Dirga.

"Can?"Dhia asked doubtfully.

"O, may, may, Ma'am .. please"Wiwik said quickly."Where was it from? Wiwik will answer everything Wiwik knows."

Dhia smiled faintly."Okay. Emm ... Did you know that Dirga's parents died a long time ago?"

"O, yes, Ma'am ... From the stories I heard earlier from workers, workers before Wiwik, he said, Papa Mas Dirga had died about twenty years ago. Dirga's time is still this."Wiwik restricts his chest with his palm."About seven-eight years that is, if not wrong."light with a thick Japanese accent.

Dhia was silent. Waiting for Wiwik to explain everything.

"Ngeri, Ma'am. Tragic."connect Wiwik with ceplas-ceplos.

"What does that mean, Wik?"Dhia was curious.

"Oh, Ma'am .. if that I don't dare the story. Afraid of wrong words."

"If it's your late mother?"

Hearing Dhia's question this time Wiwik was a little surprised."Her mom?"

"Geek!"the sound of baritone from the wall divider of the living room and kitchen makes Wiwik again surprised.

"Eh, Mas Dirga .. Yes, Mas?"Wiwik immediately walked up to Dirga. He took the briefcase out of his employer's hand.

"Get me a drink, and immediately take it to the workspace "Dirga had a glance at Dhia who was standing on the side of the dining table. Then walk to the workspace.

"Excuse me Mas Dirga" Wiwik opened the door to the workspace."Here's the drink, Mas."he put a glass of water on the desk."

"Wait."Prevent Dirga fast when Wiwik just wanted out.

"Yes, Mas ... Is there more?"

"Here you!"

Wiwik approached.

"So Dhia was wondering if it was you?"

"Anu, Mum ... Dhia's mother asked about Mas Dirga's parents. Yes Wiwik just tell you what Wiwik knows."so Wiwik sekhen.

"Please, yes!"dirga's voice turned high. His face turned red. Wiwik realized that. He also became afraid.

"I'm sorry, Mas .. but I'm not saying anything weird. The oath!"Wiwik pointed two fingers.

"I remind you. Never tell me about my family history. If it happens again ..."Dirga paused his sentence.

"I'll make sure you get out of this Penthouse" Threatened Dirga.

"I-yes, Mas .. not anymore. Wishn't get fired."Wiwik put on a sad face.

"Yes already, get out of you."

Wiwik was relieved, he immediately stepped out of the work room which he thought was cold like an open refrigerator door.

"Geek!"call Dirga again when the new Wiwik wants to open the door.

Aw, duh ... Iki opo meneh, anyway? bathin Wiwik with a horrified face imagined if again he would be scolded.

"Yes, Dirga."

"Tell Dhia to get ready. Because soon he will have to go to his parents' house." bright Dirga.

"Now, Mas?"wiwik asked stupidly.

"Yes now! Tomorrow time?"Dirga was again upset with the work of his assistant.

"But, Mas Dirga ... Wiwik again fried fish. Afraid scorched. How about Mas Dirga who said that."

"Laah, isn't it .. the smell of a scorch!"Wiwik half-screamed while sniffing his nose as if he was smelling a charred smell that actually does not exist.

"I'm sorry, Mas .. I want to go back first!"wiwik immediately ran out.

"Guiv!"shouted Dirga while Wiwik had run away disappeared. He finally decides to meet Dhia himself. With his long footsteps he stepped. Then knock on the door without calling the name of the owner. I don't know, even mentioning the girl's name her lips felt reluctant.

The first beat is unpretentious. Dirga repeated.

"Yes, Wik .. a minute."

A voice sounded from inside the room. It is certain that Dhia suspects that it is Wiwik. The hose then opens the door. Dhia was surprised to see Dirga standing in front of her bedroom door.

But the more surprised one was Dirga. His soul turns hot when he sees Dhia coming out wearing only a bathrobe. Whether the girl is in a hurry to wear it or not, but it seems that Dhia does not realize that the bathrobe she is wearing is almost open at the top. It made her pure white chest look peeking.

Dirga's esophagus suddenly feels dry. He had just been drinking.

Ekhem!!!

Dirga cleared up pretty hard. While hiding the face water and neutralizing the feeling of heat that spread in his body.

"Can't you get dressed first?"

Dhia was immediately too busy looking for the less appropriate side that made Dirga feel uncomfortable. He was shocked and embarrassed when he realized his stupidity. Directly pull the right-left side of the bathrobe to blend.

"Sorry, Mas .. was in a hurry to make it." said Dhia while holding the bathrobe so that it does not open again."I think Wiwik called as well. What's the need?"

"Past get ready. Last afternoon your mom called me. He asked you to come home. Said the Inca fell off the bike."

"Huh?"Dhia widens the eyes."Oh my goodness ... Inca."Sluggishly.

"Your phone, where are you? To be bathed, to death, is that it?"

"E-no, Mas .. there's more on the charge. I didn't know the battery ran out."

"It's just that you have a cell phone. Parents called but didn't pick up."Said Dirga ketus, but still impressed cold.

"And the battery's gone, how to lift."Repeat Dhia again. She felt anxious to hear her husband's words.

Dirga did not want to answer at all. He glanced at Dhia with his sharp eyes. And then just leave.

"That's your family, not mine."

The deg!

Dhia's heart ached hearing the spontaneous answer coming out of her husband's lips.

"I'm your wife, Mas .. That means they're your family too "

Again he did not want to answer. He continued to leave Dhia.

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"Auuu .. sick tau! Careful dong!"

There was a scream from upstairs. It is certain that it was the sound of the Inca screaming in pain.

"Eat him, another time repeated. Then your left foot will be bandaged as well."The voice of a familiar man stopped by Dhia's ear.

"Waah .. nyubahin, nih son."

Dhia opens the door to the Inca's room. Inside, the net was directly fixed on the Inca who was lying with his right leg raised up. Complete with a bandage that covers the knee to the eye of his foot.

"You're here, Nu."

"Yes, Dhi."sahut Dhanu cold.

"Tadi Dhanu who nolongin Inca." bright Rossa welcomed the arrival of Dhia. While Dhia kissed the back of the middle-aged woman's hand.

"Geez, deck ... How can you do this?"Dhia touches the Inca's right foot. The tomboy girl groaned in pain.

"Ow, ouh .. don't hold dong, Ma'am .. pain.!"

Dhia grimacing."You're in the hospital?"

"Already, son. Thankfully, the Inca did not suffer any serious injuries. Just sprained .. same little blisters."

"So it can be taken home immediately." explains Rossa."You alone? Which dirga?"

"Mas Dirga overtime, Ma. I was delivered with the driver"Kilah Dhia. Again he had to lie. I don't know how many lies he's told. I hope this time, my mom doesn't realize it. It was impossible to be frank about the real reason. It would hurt my mother. Her thought.

"Oh, that's it."so Rossa flat.

"Other times ride motor carefully dong, deck. You are a girl."Dhia turned to the Inca.

"Yes, yes .. "sahut Inca.

"Where is it, Ma?"

"Papa's still in the office." - Did Rossa."It was reported. He said there was an important meeting. So you can't go home yet."

Dhia took a long breath. Satisfying the attitude of his father who prioritizes work.

On the front porch Dhia sits facing a small pond, containing koi fish that swim nimble. He gasped when Dhanu suddenly came looking for a seat by his side.

"However?"

Dhia smiled faintly."There's no."

Silent mood.

"Are you happy with your marriage?"

Dhia immediately looked over. Dhanu's question made him piqued. He looked at Dhanu with a cynical look"What do you mean?"

"Your eyes can't cover."Dhanu spoke confidently."Always crying like you're crying."

Dhia took a long breath.

"What kind of husband is she? A husband who loves his wife will never make her cry. Unless he never loved you."

"Dhanu, enough!"intercept Dhia for not wanting Dhanu to speak at length anymore."You don't have to interfere about my marriage. This is my business, not yours!"

"But, Dhia ... I can't bear to see you until he really hurts you."Dhanu tried to grab the girl's white hand, but Dhia brushed it off."I love you Dhia. Leave him if you're really unhappy."

"I'm happy, Nu ... "

"Lied!"

Dhia stood up immediately. He felt that Dhanu would continue to search for him. But at the same time, the net is locked on the figure of a tall man who stands wearing sunglasses, looking casual with a gray leather jacket in front of the fence. I don't know how long that guy's been standing there. Maybe he could see it all.

Dhia gulps. He did not expect Dirga to come. Fear instantly disturbed him. Afraid that Dirga would get angry. However, she is now a wife of Dirga Rayyan Megantara. Although after marriage Dirga never treated him like a real wife.

In fact, everything was not as Dhia had imagined. Dirga walked up to him. The man smiled sweetly greeting her.

"Sorry, honey .. I just caught up."Dirga embraces Dhia's shoulder.

Dhia was confused. A second later, both corners of her lips were attracted. Carve a thin smile full of questions.

"Who is he?"Dirga looked at Dhanu while opening her sunglasses.

"He, Dhanu, Mas. He was the one who hollowed out the Inca." Dhia replied explaining. Then gulped, as he was suddenly nervous as Dirga's hands went down to reach his slim waist.

"I'm Dirga. Dhia's husband."Dirga thrust his hand at Dhanu.

Dhanu immediately greeted, and said his name. But this man was still convinced of his stance. Unbelieving the intimacy displayed by Dirga in front of his eyes. His little heart felt that all this spectacle was a charade.

"Dhia .. There are guests, huh? Who?"Rossa's voice was getting closer. The middle-aged woman smiled looking at her daughter-in-law who was standing in the house.

"Dirga, you just came?"

"Yes, Ma"Dirga immediately grabbed the back of the middle-aged woman's hand and kissed her reverence.

"Dhanu, you don't go home yet, yeah. We'll have dinner together."

"Not bother, Auntie. I have to hurry home. There's a college assignment that needs to be completed."Dhanu rejects subtle. That's an alibi. Because in fact he is lazy if he has to linger watching the romantic scenes shown by Dirga. While he knows that Dhia is not okay.

"Oh, that's it."

"Pamit first, Auntie."

"Cn ..."I'll take care of you."Dhanu looked at Dhia. The girl just nodded slowly.

While Dirga, I don't know what's in that man's heart. He just continued to scout the look in Dhanu's eyes that seemed to be injured.