My wife, Dhia
I'm sorry, Please Come back Part 2

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.

The night is getting quiet. Only the sound of crickets could be heard singing, from behind the walls of the humble house. Drowsiness began to attack Dhia. He almost fell asleep in the chair. But a second later his eyes opened again, when he heard the door opened, and saw someone he was waiting for, stepping into the house.

Gegas Dhia stood up, as she ran to hug the man in black while crying."Where are you going, Mas?! I'm waiting for you from earlier." Dhia's shoulders shook with tears."I don't think you'll ever come back .. I think you left me, Mas."he said again, holding a sob, spilling the anxiety and fear that had enveloped him.

Dirga, whose return was greeted with hugs and tears by Dhia, was stunned. What made his wife soften? A few moments his body was. But after that, without being asked, both of his hands slowly returned Dhia's embrace.

"I'm sorry, Mas .. I've been mean to you." Dhia was still sobbing, and continued to embrace her husband's sturdy body."You don't go anymore .. Don't be mad at me. I promise, I'll come with you back to Jakarta."

Racau Dhia doesn't want to take off her arms.

"Sssssstt ... calm down."Dirga deepened his embrace while gently stroking his wife's hair."Who is angry with you? after all, I can't leave you" he smiled, feeling silly.

"It would be crazy of me, if there were no you" said Dirga again. He then broke off the hug, rubbing Dhia's wet cheek."I was just out calming my mind."

"Have, don't cry anymore, yeah ..." Dirga smiled gently.

Dhia nodded like a child. His eyes and nose were red from crying. He returned Dirga's gaze, and how shocked Dhia was, when he realized the corner of Dirga's lips were turning blue, as well as her slightly tangled appearance.

"Your lips are bruised, Mas ...."Dhia touched her husband's face."Is this because I slapped you?."

"Geez, Mas .. I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean it."

The corner of Dirga's lips was drawn thin, almost invisible, watching the face of Dhia who now again wanted to cry. Instantly he grimaced to the corner of his lips, with a face made as if to endure pain, as painful as possible.

"Is that sick, Mom?." Dhia reflexes grimacing.

"Em." Dirga nodded weakly."You have to take responsibility."

"L-yes, Mas, I'll take medicine .. Now we go to the room first, yes."

Dhia wanted to grab Dirga's hand, but it turned out that the man moved first, grabbed and lifted his body. Sontak Dhia was surprised. He immediately shouted stifledly asking to be taken down.

"Mas alight!."

"Don't be noisy, baby .. Mbok will hear." said Dirga slowly.

Dhia finally resigned, according to silence when Dirga walked, carried him into the room, then sat himself on the bed.

Somehow Dhia became nervous, she felt embarrassed when Dirga had huddled her body, while looking at her. Like a person who was first in love, Dhia can feel his heartbeat is now racing fast. At this time, it was certain that his cheeks were blushing. Like a misbehavior, she reflexively pushes Dirga's body, trying to avoid her husband's gentle gaze.

"Where are you going?." Dirga's voice sounded heavy.

"Will to take the medicine, Mas." he said origin, but right.

"Your lips must be put to medicine."

"You're right."Dirga smiles smirk."But the cure is there."

"Where?."

Dirga at a glance advanced her lips pointing towards Dhia's ranum lips."The cure is just that, baby .. not the others."

Dhia immediately blushed, while poking her lips.

Seeing his wife's shy behavior, Dirga could not bear to not smile. He felt anxious, and could no longer linger to let his wife's ranum lips idle. Slowly he moved his face to cut the distance.

"No one is sick, he can be healed when kissed." Dhia suddenly pushed on her husband's lips, which almost stuck to his."You're mode, Mas."

"Darling ...." Dirga was a little whining. Though almost a little more his lips were reaching for pleasure.

"Your lips should be on real medicine immediately, Mas."

Dhia put away her husband's sturdy body, to sleep on the bed. He then opened a wooden drawer, which was available next to the bed. Taking bruises, the rest of the medicine from Dirga's accident at that time.

Now Dirga can only sigh weakly, his mode failed because it is known to the wife. He sat himself down, and leaned against the wall of the bed lazily.

Dhia sat in front of Dirga, dripping painkillers on cotton Bud. Carefully he swept it at the corner of Dirga's bruised lips. Even so, still he could see Dirga grimacing in pain. Ah, is that sick, my slap? bathin Dhia wonder. For a moment she watched the intense lips of her husband. There was a slight rupture-like wound, Dhia was sure Dirga was covering something up. This bruise was not the result of his slap.

Dirga was silent for a moment, as her hand reached for Dhia's right hand which was holding her face. He then took a long breath.

"Last afternoon when I came out, there were two thugs who wanted to beat me up."

"Can't you?."Dhia doesn't think."You have enemies?."

Dirga nodded slowly.

"Who ...? Malik?." asked Dhia again. This time he did not mention Malik as Papa. And that made Dirga throw a strange look at him.

"I already know everything, Mas." said Dhia who realized the meaning of the gaze asked her husband."Mnhhhhhhhhhhhhh, tell me everything."

"I already knew Malik wasn't my real Papa. I already know everything, Mas ... all the stories about the story 20y years ago." clear circles again dotted on the cheeks of Dhia.

"Is it true that those thugs have something to do with him, Mas?"what worried Dhia looked at.

"Yes." Yeah." Dirga nodded."That's why I wanted to take you away from here. You know myself I also have a job in Jakarta. Even if he tries to harm you, at least I can still protect you."

Dirga sighed softly."Actually the main target is me. But he's trying to threaten to hurt you, if I'm going to open a case 20 years ago."

"Have you felt anything strange lately?"dirga's gaze was full of worry."I mean ... When I was working, did you ever see a stranger come to this house?."

"Foreigners anyway, a lot, Mas. I'm selling flowers." said Dhia then."But ... never once, a few times when I came out, I felt like someone was following me, Mas."

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh. It turned out that Malik really did not mess with his words. At this time, he suddenly felt doubtful about all the plans that had been prepared for so long. His grudge has been mounting, but on the other hand, he does not want anything to happen with his wife, and prospective children.

Dirga looked at Dhia, then slowly carried his wife into his arms.

"I'll come home with you, Mommy." Dhia raised her face.

Dirga smiled, then kissed the top of Dhia's head.

"But can I ask for one request?." Dhia unravels the embrace.

"Darling, I'm not Dora Emon!"

Dhia clucked, pinching Dirga's chest irritated."I'm serious, Mas."

Dirga chuckled at Dhia's bent face."Okay, okay ... What do you want, baby?."

"I want to go home with you, but on condition .. I want Mbok also come with us to Jakarta." Dhia made her request.

"All right?."

"Of course you can, baby."Dirga smile.

"Thank you, Mas." Hearing Dirga's approval, Dhia was so happy. Reflexes she hugged, and threw a cross kiss on her husband's lips.

Dirga was stunned for a moment. But it soon awakens, and immediately draws Dhia's body, when his wife wants to move on. A long-neglected desire, as if struck by a speck of fire. Burn it suddenly, so do not want to miss the opportunity. In that instant, he immediately pulled the nape of Dhia, and landed a union with his wife.

For a second, two seconds, Dhia suddenly pushed her husband's body. Even Dirga, astonished. Apparently, this woman again felt nervousness. Ah, I don't know. He also felt silly, even though there was already the fruit of their love. But what is this? he felt like a virgin who was just about to do it.

"Why, baby?."

"B-lips you're still sick, Mom."

Dirga chuckles softly."The one who hurt my lips, baby .. Why are you the one who is worried? relax, ... The wound on my lips is no longer sick."

Dhia had no intention of returning. At the moment he is trying to get rid of the nervousness that surrounds him. But strangely, the nervousness was only increasing, when Dirga again touched it, and affixed a kiss dredged by his white neck.

"Mas .. a-are you not tired?" asked Dhia in a stammering voice due to her irregular breathing, as Dirga continued to play down her neck.

"No, honey." Dirga answered briefly, with a hoarse-sounding voice, as her nose continued to explore, Dhia's face and neck. While his fingers began to infiltrate into Dhia's sleeping pajamas. He could feel the sincerity of his wife's body moving wriggling.

Dirga was still playing in Dhia's white neck, lingering on the smell of the roses that burst from the black hair, and the woman's skin. Occasionally he took a sip, giving a reddish mark on his wife's white neck.

That instant Dhia blithered, powerless to not make a sound feel something that made her chest rustle."Mas, a_apa .. t-no ..."

"What else, Dhia?!" Dirga growling. His wife had completely dissolved her concentration, amidst her heated passion.