My wife, Dhia
Only the Foolish Mutant Left His Trace

Dirga came out of the bathroom with a towel that wrapped half the body. He walked into the dressing room. Inside, he sees Dhia standing in front of the wardrobe, looking for something.

Dirga walked slowly towards Dhia. Hugging from behind suddenly, while giving a soft kiss on his right cheek, to the point of making Dhia's shoulders squeak, feeling cold as water droplets dripped from her wet hair.

"Mas .. habit, you.'" said Dhia quietly, in a slightly whining voice because her husband always surprised her. He turned his body to face Dirga. Directly grabbed the towel dangling on her husband's shoulder.

"If you have shampooed, the hair is dried properly, dong, Mas ...." Dhia looked on, slightly on her tiptoes, rubbing the towel in her husband's hair."Can catch a cold if kept wet."

"Party, uh ..." Dhia stopped, pointing her chin down."The floor gets wet ... What if I fall?."

"I'm sorry dear .. next time, not again." Dirga's voice sounded sorry."Here, let me just dry it out."his love, don't want Dhia to be burdened.

"It's okay, Mas .. Just let me."Dhia again rubbed Dirga's hair with a towel. No longer on tiptoes, because Dirga when here slightly bowed, bowing her head.

"Maos ..." Call Dhia to dry her husband's hair.

"Hm?."

"Your company is fine, right?."

Dhia's question made Dirga quiet. He stood up straight again, looking at his wife's face.

"Why do you ask me that, baby?."

Dhia gulped."It's okay, Mas .. I'm just afraid that Malik is trying to destroy you."

"He knows that you want to reopen the case .. I'm afraid he's hurting you, Mas." Dhia continued with an anxious look.

"He's been desperate to send people to harm you. I think all the accidents that've been hitting you, it's all got something to do with him, Mas."

Dirga. But then the corners of Dirga's lips were drawn thin. His left hand reached for Dhia's hand. While his empty hand rubbed his wife's cheek gently."Don't worry, dear ..."

"But I'm scared, 'Mas ."

"Believe me .. I can handle it."

"I won't let him destroy my company .. hurt me, what else hurts you."Dirga looked at Dhia closely.

Dhia was silent for a moment. But then take a deep breath."Yes ... Now you have to get ready to go to the office, Mas." said Dhia while putting the towel she just used to dry Dirga's hair on the table.

"I'm ready to wear work clothes for you."

Dhia took out a light-grey suit and a black shirt from inside the closet."Does it match, color?."

"Suit."sahut Dirga steady.

He then approached Dhia"I like .. what other people chose him." he half whispered, taking his work clothes from Dhia's hands. He could see that his wife was smiling. He felt anxious, and wanted to kiss. But Dhia hurriedly came out of the room, narrowing one eye, while sticking out a little tongue at him, as mocking.

Dirga could only shake his head while smiling to see his wife's behavior.

"Buruan, Mas ... I'm waiting downstairs!"dhia from outside.

They gathered in the dining room. The atmosphere became warm. Plus the presence of Mbok Siah which adds to the crowd at the house.

"Where, Mbok? it's not good to cook Wiwik?." asked Wiwik enthusiastically waiting for Mbok Siah to finish chewing chicken porridge with teeth that remained little.

"Enak, Wik... is very good." said Mbok Siah with a typical grandmother's voice, while giving two thumbs up."Dirga is not wrong to choose you as his assistant."

"If you had been married then. Wong's wife pinter cook." Mbok Siah laughed.

Wiwik smiled misbehavingly, while covering his mouth with his hand."The Mbok, can be." he said while poking the cheek of Mbok Siah. Right now what came to her mind was imagining the face of Gio being her husband.

"His candidate already exists, Wik?" asked Mbok Siah, as if understanding the shy smile of the woman's face.

This time Wiwik made a giggle."The candidate is still OTW, Mbok."

"OTW, iku opo, Wik?." asked Mbok Siah did not understand.

"OTW, that ... Man without Being, Mbok."dirga suddenly interrupted Dhia take breakfast for him."Alias is invisible." she said again, then laughed loudly.

"Absolutely so, anyway, Mas Dirga by the way!" wiwik protest did not accept. You can imagine, this woman's lips had already advanced forward in annoyance."Wiwik's girlfriend-to-be, right, Mas Gio .. not a ghost."

"Awas loh ... later if Mas Gio came here, do not tell me that Mas Dirga had spied on Mas Gio, as an invisible creature."

"You know, just .. You get out of this house. Work with him! no need here." said Dirga relaxed, while cutting a sandwich.

Wiwik immediately swerved."Tuh, kan ... Mas Dirga yes like this, Mbok .. little ngancem-ngancem .. maen fired-fired." he said with pursed lips forward.

Mbok Siah chuckled, as did Dhia who was currently pouring milk for her husband.

"Why do you think Gio is your boyfriend, you are sure, Gio wants to be with you?" asked Dirga with a flat face.

"Mas Dirga how much is that, anyway?." Wiwik pursed his lips again."Yes, you have to be sure. Wiwik believes, if Mas Gio is, also has a crush on Wiwik."

"Instead, Mas Dirga time again in Java, yesterday ... Gio comes here often."

"Yes ... although the reason is because there is a work business, anyway .. but Wiwik sure, Mas Gio only mode." continued Wiwik again."Most Mas Gio just want to find a chance to meet Wiwik. Hihihihi." he said with a timid nudity at the end of the sentence.

"Gio's been here a lot?" Dirga's voice sounded cold.

Dirga was silent for a moment. Then grab a glass of white milk, and take a sip of it a little, then stand up.

"You're leaving now, Mom?." Dhia raised her face looking at her husband.

"Yes, baby."

Ah, apparently the call of affection that was triggered from the lips of Dirga, to Dhia, managed to make Wiwik smile shyly to hear it. The woman was still standing, unconsciously biting the napkin that had been in her hand.

Dirga salute Mbok Siah, takzim. After that walk forward, accompanied by Dhia.

"Hi, hotshot ... Papa goes to work first, yes." said Dirga, bending over, rubbing Dhia's stomach, giving a sneak pecking cross to his future son.

Dhia was made to smile looking at him.

"I go first, baby." this time Dirga kissed Dhia on the forehead.

Dhia too, nodded.

But just about to step up, Dirga stopped because her hand was immediately held back by Dhia.

"Why, baby?."

Dhia gulped."Mas ... Can I ask you something for help?."

Dirga looked at him questioningly, without a sound.

"Please don't tell Mama I'm back."

Dirga.

"I'm not ready to see Mama yet, Mas" Dhia said slowly.

Dirga finally smiled, then nodded, rubbing Dhia's cheek. He understood Dhia's current feelings.

The story of the past, makes Dhia sad and destroyed. His heart was disappointed in his mother. I don't know until when. But right now, Dhia did not want to see the woman's face.

Megantara Group's.

Dirga went into his room. Put down the laptop, and sit on his big chair. His net was fixed on a thin, light blue paper that seemed to be deliberately placed by someone on the table. Without hesitation, he opened it. It was an invitation to the inauguration of the Wira CitraWisata hotel which was completed a few months ago.

He put the thin paper back on the table, when the sound of the door of the room was opened.

Gio entered while carrying a black map, and gave it to Dirga."This is the financial report this month."

Dirga grabbed it, and opened it. Researching for a while. There's no problem. All expenses look normal, according to the needs needed to meet the hospital building project, owned by Mr. Bram Prasetyo. He closed the black map. Then look at Gio.

"What time did you meet Mr. Bram?."

"In a moment, maybe he's on his way now" said Gio.

The mood for a moment of silence.

"What if he doesn't believe, and wants to cancel this ongoing cooperation project?" asked Gio with a look of anxiety.

Dirga.

"Our company will be smeared, Ga."

Gio let out a heavy sigh."I did not think, how could PT. A.J, suddenly claim that your design belongs to him."

"He accused you of stealing the design, his, Ga!."Gio rubbed his face rough."I've seen it .. Your design, exactly the same as hers."

"If it had been this way, Mr. Bram would not have believed you."Gio let out a heavy sigh."I wonder how PT. A.J has the same design as you?"

"Fright! how can?." Dirga repeated Gio's question, without looking at the man."That's what I need to find out."

Momentary silence.

"I've checked the cctv in every corner of this company room, Ga. But I can't get any evidence" Gio explained.

The corner of Dirga's right lip is drawn thin.

"Only a fool leaves his mark." he said coldly.

"You're right." said Gio, as the mangosteen. He breathed slowly, then stood up.

"Let's talk about it again. I have to go ahead, wait for Mr. Bram."

Dirga did not answer.

While Gio had already passed out.

Netra Dirga was fixed on a small vase, containing plastic flowers that stood neatly in front of a sofa, facing right in front of her desk. A small cctv, he accidentally installed there. Aware that his position is insecure, this is evident from the many ways people want to take him down. Nobody knows, he put that cctv up there. Even if Gio, the person who had been his right hand.

Dirga opened his laptop. Start opening cctv recordings that are connected directly through the laptop in front of it. Sure enough, right on the tape three days ago, he could see someone infiltrating his room.

But suddenly he growled while hitting the table hard.