My wife, Dhia
Hatred, Which There Is No Antidote.

"Don't be arrogant young man!" said Malik stopped Dirga and Dhia's steps."Don't be too sure that all your plans will work. You don't even have any proof of me."

"Will you continue?." Malik laughing. His voice sounded mocking.

Dirga's jaw is back to harden. Although his chest was beating rumbling, but he did not intend to return to chiming in the old man's words. Don't want to get tired of being emotionally drained. Dirga resumed his steps while taking Dhia away from the place. Including ignoring Gio who had not since when to stand with the Inca there.

"Mama!." Inka called Dhia when passing in front of her. The girl's gaze was full of puzzled questions.

"Ma .. What happened? why is Mama crying?." Inka finally approached Rossa to find out the new problems that occurred in front of her eyes.

"And why did Papa and Brother Dirga fight? what's really going on?." The Inca voice sounded pushy demanding an answer. He looked at his parents one by one.

"You little boy. No need to know all the problems of parents!." Malik said to his daughter."You better go home now."

"Gio, take the Incas home now!" he said with intonation not to be denied

"Good, sir." Gio nodded.

Inka snorted violently, she then looked at Rossa. At that time, Rossa just nodded, as if telling the Inca to obey Malik's orders, to go home immediately.

"Come, Inca." take Gio.

The Inca, too, finally moved from that place. Follows Gio's steps who takes him out of the hotel. While from a distance, a man stood up, watching the Inca with a difficult look.

"I'm really upset with Papa!." - Inka grumbled when she was in the car."He always thought of me as a child."

"When I've been so big, this, loh .. marriage also can." Inca bent her face while folding both her hands in front of her chest.

Gio chuckled at the grunts of the Incas. The girl he met, since the meeting was accidentally projected Hotel Wira CitraWisata a few months ago. And the two are getting closer, when the presence of Gio who often comes to the residence of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan. The relationship between the two is just friends. But not infrequently the Inca made a shy blush, every time Gio gave attention, and words seduce.

"How come you're laughing, anyway?." Inca looked at Gio fiercely."Don't you think you're the same again, like Papa .. I think I'm like a kid."

Gio instantly shut up. Didn't want the tomboy next to him to throw a raw bogem in his face."I didn't say that." he defended himself.

"Continue, why laugh?."

Well, this is a boy ... what month is coming again, yak? grumpy mulu. Gio scratched his non-itchy temple.

"No. I just laughed look at your angry face." I'm Gio at last."Gemes, you know." he smiled.

"Halaaah .. at most you, ngeles." The inca couldn't believe it.

"I'm serious." I'm Gio again, looking ahead, driving his car."You're more beautiful, if you're angry." she said, this time looking at the Inca for a moment.

The girl was silent. Being beautiful always makes her chest flower. The Inca wasn't like this. She is a tomboyish girl who is not easily tempted by male seduction. But Gio, is an exception. The beginning of his meeting with Gio, was already able to make him blush when the man smiled sweetly at him.

Silent.

"So you said, marriage .. Are you ready to get married?." Gio again made a sound breaking the silence. A momentarily looking at the Inca who was looking out, and at this moment the girl had already turned her head when she heard her voice.

Inca nodded."It's .. I'm a grown-up. I'm bored too, Papa always tells me little."

"Maybe if I'm married, then he can say .. if his son is an adult."

Gio smiled, feeling funny hearing the girl's innocent answer. Then he was a beard.

Gio's spontaneous statement left the Inca stunned for a moment.

"Are you serious??"

Gio nodded."Do I look like I'm joking?." he looked at the Inca.

Weird .... Friends, but not married? yes, without the status as a couple, suddenly the Inca made glued to the sentence, and mimic the serious face of Gio.

The Inca stood in front of the mirror. His right hand touched the chest that had been beating erratically ever since. Gio's spontaneous sentence that had invited her to marry just a moment ago, continued to fill the space of his head.

What does that mean, he indirectly proposed to me?

Inka smiled as she watched herself in front of the glass. Maroon-colored dresses and soft make-up that she wears today, is proof that she has transformed herself into a graceful girl. Without realizing it, Gio's recent presence, was able to make it slowly change, from the tomboy impression that people had been pinning on him.

Yes, Inka is in love with Gio.

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Dhia stood on the balcony of the room, while looking at the starlight in the night sky, who was slowly retreating, as the cloudy began to stop by. Letting her hair sway gently in the wind. Although a little cold, it stopped to go inside. It feels so comfortable and soothing.

Suddenly the shadow a week ago came back. When Rossa cried in front of him, making his heart ache again. Undeniably, he missed that woman as well. But the truth about the past that he already knew, made a sense of disappointment has wrapped thick his heart.

Dhia felt sinful, because it had made the woman hurt. But to be ordinary, honestly. What else when looking at the face of Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan, his hatred as if there is no antidote. Imagine them laughing, when the Papa is slandered, languishing in prison. Ah, just imagine that he can't.

Unknowingly, the clear feathers just fell. Dhia immediately shrunk her cheeks that had been wet. The night wind increasingly felt pierced into the pores of his skin. While rubbing both of her cold arms, Dhia finally chose to go inside. When he was about to turn around, he was a little surprised to see Dirga who was already standing in front of the door with a faint smile, looking at him. Because, what he knew, the husband had since, spent time in the workspace. Maybe because there is an office job that has not been completed.

"Mas, since when is it here?."

Dirga's approaching Dhia."Since these tears fell without excuse." he said, raising his hand, removing the wet traces left on Dhia's cheeks. Then he pulled his wife's body into his arms.

"Still thinking, Mama?." asked Dirga slowly. It was as if he understood his wife's feelings lately. The always moody, after their meeting with Rossa at the inauguration of the hotel Wira CitraWisata, a week ago.

Dhia did not answer. The woman further submerged her face in the chest of Dirga's field. Dhia seemed to be crying again, as Dirga could feel Dhia's shoulders shaking like she was holding sobs.

"Sssssstt .. relax, baby."Dirga rubbed Dhia's back gently."Cry can .. but don't be too often."

Dirga unravels a hug, looks at Dhia's face."Remember, you are pregnant again .. should not be stressed. If you often cry .. said the person can influence with the prospective child who is being conceived."

"Later after he was born .. he will also cry often. Alias, crybaby, like her Mama.!" Dirga nudged slowly at the tip of Dhia's flushed nose."You want our son to cry? Hem?."ask again in a soft voice.

Dhia was slowly.

"Good!."Dirga smiled, rubbing Dhia's cheek again."From now on you can't cry anymore."

"It should always be smiling." Dirga lowered her hands on Dhia's lips, slowly pulling the two corners of the woman's slightly chubby lips, forming a smile."Like this."

Dhia was finally made to smile, but a little annoyed by Dirga's actions that pulled the corner of her lips. She also reflexively threw a heavy blow on her husband's arm.

Dirga also chuckled. After that, he immediately carried Dhia's body, bringing her into the room.

Dhia who had gasped, finally resigned when her husband was showering her with soft kisses all over her face. Including when Dirga laid him on the bed, and stripped his clothes one by one. Slowly bring it to the pit of passion. Along with the raindrops that began to fall soaking the earth, as if singing modestly, giving a husband and wife who are currently sipping satisfaction.