My wife, Dhia
The Hotel Part II

Dert ... dert ... dert ...!

Shaking the phone on the table made Dirga who was standing in front of the mirror while pairing buttons shirt, finally turned her head back. He walked over, took his cell phone. See the name of the person who called him.

At the same time, Dhia just came out of the bathroom after cleaning herself.

"Darling, be prepared .. I'm out for a minute." Dirga looks at Dhia. Yes, soon, in accordance with the time set in the invitation, they will attend the inauguration of the hotel Wira CitraWisata.

Dhia just nodded.

While Dirga was already out, and walked towards his private workspace. Open the phone screen, and call back a call that has not been answered.

The conversation on the phone was only momentary, but serious. Dirga now turns on the light switch that has not been installed. Make the room momentarily dim, become brightly lit. He scanned the view on a desk drawer at the bottom of his desk. He wanted to find something he wanted to look for. A USB. Yes, maybe it contains one of the evidences of the crimes of his father-in-law, Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan.

He flipped through the entire contents of the drawer, but what was sought, turned out to be lost.

Dirga's jaws instantly hardened, along with the two tightly clenched hands, giving a trace of the veins on her clean skin. The conjectures that continued to envelop grew stronger, about who the closest person who had dared to stab him.

"****!" he punched the table hard. A fiery rage, made him no longer feel the heat radiating on the back of his hand.

He was alone for a long time in the work room. Sitting while cupping both hands and sticking them in front of the forehead, while the net is closed trying to neutralize the conflicting emotions in the chest.

The sound of the door being knocked from the outside, as well as the distinctive crashing sound, made him gasp.

"Get in!." said Dirga briefly.

A second later, the door opened and Wiwik was standing in front of the door.

"I'm sorry, Mas .. called Ms Dhia" Wiwik said.

Dirga nodded briefly.

"Geek!."

Wiwik wants to go. But Dirga's voice held back his steps.

"Yes, Mas ... What's the matter?."

"Have you ever seen a USB, lying, or falling on this floor?."

Wiwik frowns."What is USB, huh, Mas? w-what do you mean?."

"Wiwik doesn't know about it." Wiwik.

Dirga. Then he opened his phone. Open the internet, and search for USB images.

"Like this. Color white.!" Dirga facing his phone in front of Wiwik's face.

Momentary silence. But a moment later Wiiwik's lips rounded."Oo .. kayak gini."

"Ear, Mother! that time if not wrong .. time Mas Dirga to Singapore ... Mas Gio, right, come here ..."

"He came in here. Keep Wiwik see the USB is held by Mas Gio."

"Why, huh, Mas?" asked Wiwik.

Dirga. Not at all intending to answer. I don't know, even though his conjecture with the man was already so strong. But as if inwardly continue to hope that Gio, is not the culprit. There's nothing to argue about. Obviously, his best friend had betrayed him, and now sided with Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan. The enemy he wants to take down!

Dirga left the room. While Wiwik who was waiting for the answer to his question, still stood agape.

"This is Mas Dirga, what, anyway? don't tell me if the USB is the same Mas Gio, how is it?." Wiwik speaks for himself.

"It should be, relieved. Wong, the USB is not lost .. it can be asked again with Mas Gio."

Wiwik took a long breath.

Dirga went into the room. Of course with a face that has been made to calm down. However, he did not want Dhia to realize. What else makes his pregnant wife, stricken with anxiety.

In the room, he saw Dhia standing in front of a mirror with a dark blue dress, while tidying her hair that had been rolled up.

Dhia turned around as soon as she realized her presence."Where are you from, anyway, Mas?."

Dhia asked as she walked towards the bed, picking up the tie she had already prepared."I've been waiting for it. It's almost eight o'clock, loh."dhia's voice was a little upset, while pairing a tie around her husband's white shirt.

Instead of answering, Dirga smiled, as if festering with Dhia. The woman's white skin, so radiated with a dark blue dress wrapped in her body. Although not slim, because currently Dhia is pregnant. But that does not make the woman lose her impression of sex. Precisely Dirga was made anxious with the woman standing in front of him at this time.

"You're so beautiful, baby." said Dirga slowly to Dhia who was seriously pairing her tie.

"It's not the moment of the fight, ma'am."

"I'm not flirting." The corners of Dirga's lips were drawn, concluding a thin smile. His right hand raised, hooking Dhia's hair that seemed to be deliberately left on the left side of the temple, then floated a kiss on the left cheek of his wife.

This time, Dhia did not want to answer back. Let it be when her husband also kisses her. Currently, the woman is focusing on pairing her husband's tie, to make it look neat. Understandably, because Dhia has not been so good at stringing ties. But even so, he still insisted will do it himself, when Dirga wanted to take over, because he did not want to bother it.

The cup!

Again, Dirga again floated a kiss. This time on his wife's right cheek. Like judging, he kept repeating the affixing of kisses.

"Mas ....?" whinek Dhia as she begins to be piqued with her husband's kiss, which makes it difficult to concentrate on the tie.

Dirga chuckled softly. But instead of stopping, he repeated it again. This time switch kissed Dhia's moist lips, wrapped in soft-colored lipstick. Once, it works without rejection. He was still not satisfied and wanted to kiss his wife's sweet lips back.

Dhia then clucked while pushing Dirga's lips, in order to retreat."This can't stop?" he said with anxiety.

Dirga's got a little bit of a fuss."He'll stop if you welcome him, baby."

"Don't ngaco, Mas! if I welcome her .. instead of leaving, we end up in bed" Dhia said as she walked to the bed, taking a dark blue suit, matching the dress she was wearing, then give it to Dirga.

"Quick, wear!."

Dirga grabbed the suit, while laughing at the plain words of his wife.

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Hotel Wira CitraWisata Hotels.

Crystal lights are so bright from inside the hotel building. Outside, rows of luxury cars belonging to famous celebrities, famous businessmen, in the city of Jakarta, are seen to have filled the parking area. That means, there are already many people present to enliven the inauguration of the hotel.

Dirga and Dhia went inside. Both look so harmonious with matching colored clothes. Upon arrival, both were welcomed by Mr. Wibido, his wife, and his only child. Nothing else and nothing, Prawira Dhanuarta.

"Ah, finally ... the most awaited guest, turns out to be coming too."Mr. Wibido laughed crisply, as did his smiling wife.

"The event will begin, it does not seem if the inauguration of this hotel is carried out, without identifying the people who have played an important role in the construction of this hotel."

"Look, this hotel is so luxurious .. designed by reliable hands like you, son Dirga. I'm sure, there will be a lot of people who are increasingly interested in your company, if you've seen this."

Dirga chuckles softly."I think the compliment is too much, sir. Out there, there are still many entrepreneurs who are greater than, me."

Mr. Wibido clangs while moving his index finger in front of his chest."Your design is unique. Different from others."

"Dhia, how are you?." Anggun Buk touched Dhia's shoulder with a friendly smile.

'Good, aunt."

"For a long time we have not met, yes ... last you went to Aunty's house .. if not wrong, when you were with Dhanu was still in college semester 7."

"Yes, right?" asked Buk Anggun to make sure, while looking at Dhanu and Dhia alternately.

"Yes, Aunt."Dhia smiled faintly. While Dirga listened to the middle-aged woman's sentence while frowning.

"The more beautiful you are." praise Buk Anggun."Maybe the aura the mother contains."

Dhia laughed crisply.

"How many months?."

"You're in 7 months, Auntie."

"Jeez .. congratulations, yes. I'm gonna be a mom soon." Buk Anggun was happy to hear it.

Dhia simply replied with a smile. Cross-tailed his eyes found Dhanu standing watching him.

A few moments passed, it was time for the inauguration of the hotel. Starting from the greeting word delivered by the son of the heiress of the hotel, Prawira Dhanuarta.

Amidst the words of the ongoing welcome, Dhia suddenly grimaced, and immediately nudged Dirga's arm.

"Mas ... I went to the toilet, for a second, huh?."

"Well, honey?"

"Kebelet peed." said Dhia half whispered in Dirga's ear. Because they do not want to be heard by other guests who sit around them.

"Do I need to be with you?."

Dhia flanged."I'm alone, Mas."

"Yes .. don't be long, baby."

Dhia nodded, slightly lifting her dress, then moved away from the place.

"I don't think you're coming, because I'm thinking about your project that ended up failing."

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice sounded from the side, making Dirga turn her head. Instantly her eagle eyes were pounded on a moustached figure with clear glasses sitting by her side. The man smiled mockingly, full of satisfaction.

Ah ... Mr. Bram really didn't make the wrong decision." Malik laughing.

"Are you satisfied with all your plans?." He looked at the man coldly. Although he actually wanted to beat up the old man in front of him right now. But that certainly he did not do. He actually remained calm, considering the position of the two were in a gathering of important people.

Malik is clumsy."I'm not satisfied." she said with a sly smile, then brought her face closer to Dirga."Before you completely undo your intention, not to open your Papa's death case back."

"If you're still reckless .. then don't blame me if I keep destroying you."

"In fact, if I want to ... I can also hurt your wife and your future child!" Malik concluded slowly with a threatening look.

In another room, Dhia, who was about to get out of the bathroom, accidentally hit a middle-aged woman who happened to be about to enter the bathroom. The woman's purse fell, Dhia leaned over, trying to grab the purse. A little distress because of the increasingly enlarged stomach.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally" Dhia said without looking first at the woman's face.

"Dhim!."

The voice of the person who called out her name, made Dhia stop. He was very familiar, as soon as his chest moved tight. Disappointment and hate come back to the surface.

"Geez, son .. have you returned?." Rossa touched Dhia's shoulders, wanting to hug her son immediately, but Dhia immediately brushed her hand away. Instantly the haru feeling that had emanated on the middle-aged woman's face, turned into sadness. Dhia's cold gaze, hurt him.

"Dhia ... What happened, son?." Rossa's hands were raised again to touch her daughter. The net starts to fog, because the clear grain starts to pool."Why didn't you come back, Mama?."

"Mama misses you, son."

"And, you know ...." Rossa paused the sentence, wiping away the tears that finally spilled. His tears were increasingly unstoppable to see his future granddaughter who began to grow in the womb.

"Mama was very happy when Dirga told me you were pregnant. Mama did not expect .. soon Mama will have a grandchild."

"Enough, Ma! stop running into a good mother."

Rossa was stunned to hear the sentence that slid from Dhia's lips.

"Like Mama who once separated me from my grandmother, then I will do the same, Ma." Dhia's eyes were already red withstanding crying.

"I don't want to let my son-in-law take Mama as his grandmother!."

"Dhia ..." - Rossa cried with tears.

"I know everything, Ma!" Dhia yelled stifled.

"I already know everything ... about Mama's crime! and about my real Papa!."

"Dhia, please listen to Mama's explanation first, son."

Rossa wants to grab Dhia's hand, but Dhia again brushes her off.

"I hate Mama!."

Said Dhia, and stepped away. But immediately restrained because Rossa ran to hold him.

"Yes, Ma!." Dhia pulled her hand tightly. Accidentally made Rossa's body stagger backward. Apparently it was seen by Malik who happened to be looking for the whereabouts of his wife.

"Basic, brash kid!." the man growled with reddened eyes while raising his hand wanting to slap Dhia.

Dhia instantly closed her eyes. As if ready to accept the man's hard slap.

"Don't, Mas!." shouted Rossa in tears.

Malik's hand was immediately restrained. But it was not Rossa's screams that managed to hold him back. But Dirga's sturdy hand that suddenly came to a halt.

"Your hand, will never come back I let hurt the people I love!" said Dirga slowly, with emphasis on each word. While his right hand was squeezing, putting emphasis on the old man's fingers, while throwing a gaze with a fiery vengeful flame.

"You think I'm afraid of your every threat?" Dirga snorted roughly with the right corner of her lips drawn clear.

Dirga was soft-talking."I'm never scared!."

"Finely enjoy your quiet time staying a little while longer, this. Before the end you will rot to death in prison!" he said, releasing the man's hand violently.

"Come, baby." Dirga grabbed Dhia's hand, and took his wife away from the place.