My wife, Dhia
Because Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, not Papa Kandungmu

Residence, Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan

Since Dhia's departure, Rossa has always cried. He was worried about his eldest daughter. But today, the news was quite a relief at once haru, he had just heard. News about Dhia. Yeah, Dirga just called him.

But at this moment, Rossa was overwhelmed with anxiety. This is related to the existence of Dhia at this time, who apparently lives with Mbok Siah.

No matter how hard it is to cover the past, one day it will be revealed as well. Whether it's fast, or slow. He was sure that time would come.

"Thank you you're okay, son. Mama is also very happy to hear that you are pregnant."please Rossa softly with a small sob, on the bed, while hugging a small photo of Dhia."But Mama's just getting scared of losing you, son."

"Mama's afraid you'll leave Mama, and hate Mama after you know everything."

Rossa continued to sob, her eyes already reddened. But a moment later he hastily shrank to tears, when he heard the door handle being opened by someone from outside.

In front of the door, he saw Malik coming in. The man threw a look of wonder at him.

"Why are you crying?."

Rossa's lips quivered in fear.

"Is it because of your beloved son again?"

Ask Malik again, then smile smirk."I did, I told you. No need to think about it anymore. Let's just say he's dead!"

"Your work, Mas? Dhia is my son!" malik's words just made Rossa unacceptable. She looked at her husband with a sharp look.

"You're not his real Papa. But can you not appreciate my son, just a little?" rossa's voice shook back to cry. Heart hurts. Remembering from childhood, her husband never treated Dhia like an Inca, affectionate.

"Preciousness?"Malik walked over to Rossa who was sitting on the bed. Intimidating look.

"I'll never appreciate it. Looking at your son's face, it's like seeing your ex-husband's face!."

"Disease!"

"Enough, Mum!."

"Why? you don't accept it?"Malik lifts Rossa's chin violently.

"Oh, or don't-don't .. You still think about your ex-husband?!."

"Really, right?."

Rossa flinched while gulping.

Malik clucked softly."Too bad, maybe he's dead by now. Do you want to go with him?" a grinning smile was painted on the corner of the middle-aged man's lips. The look in his eyes made Rossa pias' face.

"If you want, I can also send your beloved son to die!"malik said again. With a slow voice, full of threats, while hardening his hands on Rossa's chin.

The middle-aged woman could only shake her head while returning teary-eyed.

Malik takes his hand off Rossa's chin violently. He grinned, then left the room.

Rossa's tears broke again after her husband left. His white chin, was currently blushing red due to Malik's grip. If time can be turned back. He never wanted to be united in the story of life with Malik. The man who had trapped her in regrets and sins.

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Village of the outskirts, Central Java.

After the Ashar prayer, Dhia laid her body on the bed. Her waist feels sore, because for a while sitting arranging a bouquet of flowers. Accidentally, he saw a headphone on the table, which was beside the bed. Out of curiosity, he took it.

"Can there be such a device?" Dhia. Not how long to smile.

Pasting the object on his stomach, while playing the music slowly. Sometimes his stomach feels kicked. He also smiled.

I don't know how long Dhia has been playing with the musical instrument, so do not realize the presence of Dirga who has entered the room. Standing up smiling and watching him.

"Loh, loh, son ... You don't move anymore? you sleep?." asked Dhia, gently rubbing her stomach, as the baby slowly stopped moving.

"Our son doesn't like his music, baby."

Dhia flinched, and turned towards Dirga who was unbuttoning the shirt collar, loosening the tie, while walking towards him.

Our kid? and what was that? the babe?

Dhia suddenly felt nervous. Because it was a new friendly call that he first heard from Dirga's lips. Undeniably, it had made his heart fly. But back pulled, because thought Dirga was running a tactic to take back his heart.

"He likes this music."Dirga sat down in front of Dhia, playing a classic song, which she played last night. Then his hands stretched out, grabbing the headphones from above Dhia's belly.

"The location is wrong, baby ... not here." Dirga's voice sounded soft, while putting headphones in the middle of Dhia's stomach. Aligned with the center."But here."

"Where? motion, right.?"

Dhia just smiled faintly. But then gasped as Dirga rubbed his stomach. He wanted to pull over, but I don't know, his hand suddenly felt out of line with his mind to move.

"Sorry, Mama, yes, son. Mama did not know your favorite music." said Dirga with a typical voice of a small child while continuing to wipe the stomach of Dhia."What music was it? the music's noisy, huh?"

"Do you not like it?"ask Dirga again, to the baby candidate.

"Yes?!" Dirga answered himself when he felt Dhia's stomach move again. Then he laughed crisply.

Dhia who saw that smiled as well. His heart felt peaceful. Second, two seconds. Apparently the smile was caught by the look in Dirga's eyes. The two looked at each other.

Dhia was suddenly nervous. He took the headphones off his stomach, and put them back on the table."I-I made you a drink, first, Mas."

Dhia gushes to get out of bed. But Dirga held his hand, stopping.

"I'm not thirsty." said Dirga slowly. It sounds soft."Sit down, I want to say something to you."

Dhia was silent, but still according to sit back. The look on his face turned cold as if he knew what the man wanted to say.

"We go home, to Jakarta, yes." take Dirga gently, carefully."This place is not safe for you."

"I'm afraid you're okay." Dirga looked at Dhia deeply.

Dhia smiled wryly."You're not afraid I'm the reason, Mas .. but you're just afraid your baby is the reason."

"Yes, right, Mas?."

Hearing that, Dirga could only sigh heavily.

"You just want this baby, not me!" Dhia stood up while pointing at her stomach, with the reddened Netra wanting to cry.

"You're just gonna take this kid, and then you're gonna dump me. Yeah, right, Mas?"

"You're wrong, Dhia. Please don't keep poking me with such accusations." denied Dirga quickly."I can't do that!"

"Believe in me." said Dirga solemnly.

"Crieve, you say?." Dhia looked at Dirga with a disappointed look. The clear thread had inundated the net, and it almost decayed."I trust enough of your sweet mouth, Mom. Trapped me in a marriage under the guise of vengeance."

"Now I don't want to be fooled again. Please, Mas .. leave me alone." Dhia crying. Then cupped his hands in front of Dirga. Begged.

"For my Papa .. I'm sorry for the mistake he's done, ma'am."

"I know my Papa is cruel .. He has ruined your happiness. I'm sorry on behalf of my Papa, Mas ..please, forgive me, my Papa." all the while crying, Dhia still cupped her hands together in front of Dirga.

"I'm ready if you want to leave me .. But I beg you, Mas .. please let me take care of my son after he is born."

"Don't take my son, Mas." Dhia groans while sobbing.

Seeing that Dirga's heart ached. So scared, Dhia's been to him all this time? is this also one of Tamara's poisons?

Recalling the woman's name, Dirga's jaw hardened. But only for a moment, as Dirga quickly neutralized the emotions, and refocused on Dhia who was still crying. His hands were outstretched, bringing Dhia into his arms.

"Never think that way again" said Dirga softly."I want you to go back to Jakarta .. We'll take care of our son later, together." Dirga rubbed Dhia's back gently.

Hearing that, Dhia instantly broke down a hug. He raised his face. As if in disbelief, he dived into Dirga's black bead deeply. Not just once Dirga said that, but over and over again.

"I'm the son of someone who killed your Papa, Mas .. I don't think it's that easy for you to accept me."

"And if, I were in your position .. I would never be able to accept you, Mas."

"May I know, what is the reason you can still accept me?" asked Dhia quietly. Staring at Dirga full of probes.

Dirga. It is true, Dhia said, if the person in front of him is the son of a murderer, who killed his father, he may never accept that person. Ah, I think he wanted to tell the truth. It is said that Dhia is not the son of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan. But the shadow of Rossa's crying face begged him, making him doubtful.

On the one hand, he did not want to lose his wife. But on the other hand, he does not want Dhia to hate Rossa.

"You can't explain, can you, Mom?" Dhia is sure of that.

Dhia's voice made Dirga aware.

"Then I also have no reason to believe in you" said Dhia coldly.

"Because Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan is not your real Papa." said Dirga finally. He had no other reasonable answer. If he does, maybe Dhia will never trust him again.