My wife, Dhia
I'm sorry, Please Come back

"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.

Dhia stood up. Her net was increasingly staring at Dirga in disbelief.

"You really want this kid I'm carrying, don't you, Mas?" the clear feather Dhia had cheeked back on.

"okay! I'll give it to you after she's born." said Dhia at last, shrinking in tears.

"But I'm sorry .. I can't go with you. I can't trust you anymore, Mom."

Dirga rubbed his face rough. It seems that Dhia has misunderstood his statement. He hastened to hold Dhia's body, when the woman wanted to get out.

"I'm not lying, Dhia. Malik is not your real Papa."

"What's the evidence, Mom?."

Dhia's short question made Dirga flinch. In fact, he has evidence of the existence of Dhia's biological father. Only, for now he still kept a meeting about the whereabouts of the man. No one knows, except him. His mission is not yet complete to deliver Malik to the bars. For years he sought the existence of a man who became the key to the savagery of Malik. This time, he did not want all his plans to fail.

"You can't give me any more evidence, Mas." said Dhia with disappointed eyes.

"You're a liar, Mom! you liar!"Dhia cried again, as both hands beat the chest of Dirga's field.

"I'll explain everything to you, later." Dirga tried to hold Dhia's hands together."But for now you have to trust me .. You have to come with me, Dhia."

"This place is not safe for you. Malik is planning to hurt you."

Plaque!!

A loud slap landed on Dirga's face. The man fell silent. His face turned cold, the look on his eyes no longer lit up implying hope.

Dhia could feel that.

"I think you still need time to assess Malik's treatment of you all along." the man's voice sounded cold in Dhia's ear."It's free for me to tell the truth .. because I'm sure you won't believe." said Dirga, then came out of the room.

While Dhia, still standing in disdain, looked at her trembling right hand. The hand she had just used slapped her husband's face.

"What your husband said is true, ndok."

Dhia turned towards the door, he saw Mbok Siah entering the room, while running a wheelchair with limited power.

No one realized, that Mbok Siah had heard the conversation of the couple, when Mala drove him home from the streets in search of the afternoon wind.

"I mean, Mbok?"

Dhia stepped slowly, approaching Mbok Siah.

Siah suddenly cried. And that makes Dhia even more clueless.

"What your husband says is true, nduk ... Malik is not your real Papa." repeated Mbok Siah again, while shrinking tears with his wrinkled hands.

"D-where does mbok know?" Dhia's voice choked, he squabbled in front of Mbok Siah. His eyes scoured, demanding an answer.

"Because of your real biological Papa ...." Mbok Siah paused the sentence for a moment. He gulped as he squeezed his negligent cloth."He's a kid, Mbok, nduk. Kusuma Hadinata, is your real Papa."the sentence finally slid off Mbok Siah's lips. A sentence he had long kept. It became a big secret, one that managed to bury him inside this remote village.

"You're a grandson, Mbok, nduk." Mbok Siah's voice shook."Not anyone else, as your mother said."

Dhia. But the tears without excuse returned to his cheeks. The truth he had known all along. Like a secret that was deliberately covered from him. Why did Mama lie? what the hell is it?

That question he wanted to know, he answered. But Dhia still have to be patient, waiting for Mbok Siah to continue the sentence.

Mbok Siah shrinks tears. Then take a deep breath, and throw it away slowly."Maybe it's time you knew everything, nduk."Mbok Siah lowered his gaze, putting both of his hands on Dhia's shoulders."You don't want your marriage to be ruined because of this misunderstanding."

The old woman looked ahead, the incident twenty years ago back she dive. He did not forget about that incident. How could he forget? until now, she still cried when she remembered it. A terrible event that simultaneously destroyed his happiness. Separated from her only child, and her granddaughter.

Twenty years ago, Jakarta.

Asiah Handini's. The woman who was five heads at the time. He had to accept the harsh reality, when his son was sentenced to prison for 15 years, due to corruption in the white building project at that time.

Not only that, apparently after a few months, he had to go back to swallow the bitter pill, when his son-in-law Rossa Nawang Ayu, decided to divorce his son, Kusuma Hadinata who was in prison, and choose to marry someone else. The construction entrepreneur, whom he knew was Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, his son's own business partner.

That's not what really hurts Siah. But he must be separated from his grandson who has just been born by Rossa.

"We have lost all our possessions, Ma. We don't have a penny anymore" said Rossa looking at Mama Siah who was crying."I don't know how to get the money to raise Dhia."

"This is the only way, Ma." Rossa was crying too."I'm sorry, Ma."

"Alright, if that's your decision." said Mama Siah with a broken heart."But Mama please, after you get married .. don't forget Mama."

"Mama wants to keep seeing your granddaughter." Mama Siah looked at the tiny baby sleeping in Rossa's arms."Mama's gonna miss him so much, son."

Rossa nodded weakly."I'll go first, Ma."

Rossa pulled out a suitcase, and got into a taxi. Leaving the crying Mama Siah alone, in a modest house that was only a few months old they had been living in since their assets were confiscated.

After a few months, Rossa returned. It comes with a fancy car, and clothes that look expensive.

"Where's dhia? why didn't you bring her here?."Mama Siah stared at Rossa with a flame of disappointed and sad eyes."Mama misses him, son."

Rossa flinching.

"Surely he's funny now. Mama pingin sekal ...."

"Forgive it, Dhia, Ma." Rossa cut off Mama Siah's sentence.

The middle-aged woman looked at Rossa in wonder."But why, son?."

Rossa did not answer. He opened his branded bag, took out a thick envelope and placed it in Mama Siah's hand.

"What is this?."

"That's money for Mama." said Rossa quickly."I asked Mama to leave town. And forget the status of Mama who was once in-laws and also the grandmother of my son, Dhia."

"Thank you we've never known each other before."

Mama Siah's body is sculpting. He still does not believe the sentence that his former daughter-in-law just said. Her tears immediately rolled free. Heart hurts.

"But why, son?." Mama Siah's voice rang out.

Rossa didn't seem to want to answer. He just took a small white paper from his pocket, and gave it to Mama Siah.

"I bought a house for my mom. This is the address." said Rossa without a sense of burden."I want Mama to move there immediately."

"But ....."

Ten years later in the village of Selang, Central Java

Mama Siah is now 60 years old. The old woman remained alone. During this time, his life was helped by a neighbor, and someone who secretly kept sending him money.

His old age, making him often suffered pain. But this time the pain was severe, not as usual. Apparently, the news of the pain was reached by Rossa.

Rossa may have gone too far with Mama Siah. But it turns out he still had a heart when the old woman, begging to see Dhia, his granddaughter. As the first and last request.

"Who's grandmother, Ma?" asked Dhia, who was ten years old. This little girl felt astonished when her presence was greeted by the close embrace and tears by the old woman.

"Call him Mbok Siah, son." said Rossa quickly."He's Mama's neighbor, when he was still living in this village."he added again, making the old woman's heart immediately pinched sick.

The old woman's mind screamed in tears. But he was as hard as possible to hold back so that his tears did not come back dripping.

At that time, it really became his first and last meeting with his grandson, Dhia. Rossa is no longer here. Year after year, it keeps changing.

But who would have thought, without being told and asked, Dhia was currently present in front of him. Treat the longing and loneliness that has been locked away Mbok Siah. Complete with the candidate of his great-grandson, who in a few months will be born. God has a good plan, the fruit of sincerity and fortitude from long ago.

"Sorry Mbok, nduk .. mbok can say it now." Mbok Siah hugged Dhia while crying. While Dhia was also the same, crying back to warm embrace Mbok Siah. He did not expect, Rossa has treated Mbok Siah so hearty.

Mbok Siah breaks down the embrace, shrinks the tears, while staring at Dhia's black bead."Mbok asked for help .. You don't hate your Mama, yeah. Believe the same, Mbok .... Your mama used to do that for your future."

"For your life to be assured of no shortage."

Dhia doesn't seem to want to answer that. Now he's questioning something else."Now Mbok knows, where's Papa?."

Mbok Siah was holding on slowly."Five years ago, exactly your Papa would have been free ... Mbok came to pick her up. But arriving in Jakarta, Mbok no see your Papa."

"Your father where ... until now Mbok does not know." continued Mbok Siah with a weak voice. Her net was back in tears, remembering her current child. Either the child is still alive, or he's gone. He doesn't know.

"Your father was a good man ... he was slandered." continued Mbok Siah again, this time his tears returned to drip."Not just your father, but his best friend as well. Your late father-in-law, Handika Gumilang"

Tears Mbok Siah back pouring profusely remember his son's friend.

"My late father-in-law?" repeated Dhia in disbelief.

"J-so ... Papa, like Mas Dirga's father, they ..." Dhia's voice was blocked, he seemed unable to continue the sentence.

"They are victims of the same perpetrator." - Mbok Siah slowly.

Netra Dhia back in the mirror. His eyes were filled with deep hatred. For a while he was silent, until he finally made a sound.

"Did Mbok know who slandered them?."

Mbok Siah is weak."That guy is cunning and good at removing traces. To this day no one knows."

Dhia stared at Mbok Siah. He hugged the old woman's body again. I know, Mbok. I promise ... I'll make sure that guy pays back everything he did! Dhia said in his heart.

"Now ... already trust your husband, right?." Mbok Siah unraveled the embrace, smiling thinly, while rubbing Dhia's wet cheek."He seriously wants you to really go back to Jakarta."

"His revenge is gone with you."Mbok Siah rubbed Dhia's shoulder slowly."She said .. Now her grudge has turned to love."

"Bok, iih ...." Dhia put on a shy face.

Mbok Siah chuckled softly at the face of his grandson.

"What is the same story, Mbok?."

"Much."

"about?." Dhia raised both eyebrows.

"Yes his feelings for you."

Dhia smiled shyly again.

"Oh yes .. There is another one that Mbok wants to tell." said Mbok Siah when remembering something.

"What's the matter, Mbok?." Dhia's face was serious again.

"It's about you and Dirga."

Dhia frowned, while patiently waiting for Mbok Siah to continue the sentence, by sentence, which made her curious.

"Your father and Dirga's father were very close. They used to be like brother and sister, who can't be separated." said Mbok Siah began to tell the story again."Just so you know .. actually back then, when you were still in the stomach .. when your father knew your gender was female ... Your father has agreed to match you to Dirga."

"When it's wrong, Dirga is still 7 years old, what 8 years it is.. if Mbok is not wrong." continued Mbok Siah remember.

"Times, anyway, Mbok?." Dhia smiled in disbelief.

"Loh, yes, iyo ... why also Mbok lied." I Mbok Siah honest."Lah, now ... Who would have thought, try? you guys are really married."

"Mbok sure, if you are actually already destined God to mate."

Dhia smiled haru.

"So don't be angry again with your husband." continued Mbok Siah."Now you call, she .. tell him to come home. You have to apologize."

Dhia nodded slowly.

"Bok knew you slapped him."Mbok Siah looked at Dhia. He knew his grandson was sorry.

Dhia walked back and forth while many times looking at the wall clock which is now showing at ten o'clock at night. Sit down occasionally, and stand back up. Always so over and over again, for the sake of waiting for Dirga who never returned. I don't know, since the afternoon, Dhia kept trying to contact her husband's cell phone, but not connected. Dhia is now confined to anxiety, she is afraid Dirga is disappointed, and leaves her.

"It still can't be called, nduk?" asked Mbok Siah who had noticed his grandson's anxiety from inside the open room.

Dhia is weak."Blum, Mock."

Mbok Siah was silent for a moment.

"If you're sleepy, just sleep. Believe the same, Mbok .. soon your husband will be home."

Dhia is back."No, Mbok .. I want to wait for Mas Dirga." he went into the room, approached Mbok Siah."Better Mbok sleep .. It's late at night. Mbok should rest. Don't get sick."

Mbok Siah nodded slowly. He lay himself on the bed. Assisted by Dhia, while wearing a thick blanket on the body of the old woman. And come back out, while closing the door of the room.

Dhia sat on a chair, glancing at the wall clock that had shown at half eleven in the evening. His fingers from earlier continued to twist each other because of the growing anxiety.

I'm sorry, Mas .. please come back .. bathin Dhia with a clear bulb that has been piled up in the eye patch.