My wife, Dhia
I'm Sorry! I'm Forced to Do This

"I feel impatient, waiting for the birth of our child. Waiting two more months, that feels like a long time."

Dirga rubbed the large belly of Dhia, who was currently sitting leaning against the chest of her field. Both of them sat on synthetic rattan lounge chairs. While facing the pool, and staring at the moon and stars above the night sky.

"Em." said Dhia. Dirga felt his wife's head move in front of his chest, like a nod.

"Me too, Mommy."

"Of course our son will be very funny and adorable." continued Dhia again."Like me." Dhia raised her head smiling at Dirga."Yeah, right, Mas?."

"No!." Dirga protested quickly."You crybaby! our son-in-law is right, boy, baby .. when he was, whiny like you."

"He must be like me.: handsome, tall, brave, intelligent, and ... ah, everything!" said Dirga confidently.

Dhia bought eyes. Directly pull his body and sit in the right position."Can't!." the protest won't take."Everything looks like you, huh, Mas?."

"Keep, like what part of me?!"

Dirga observed intensely the face and body of Dhia as a whole. Then one of his outstretched hands touched Dhia's sense of smell, slightly raising it."Your nostrils, just."

Dhia's lips gaped for a moment.

"Iih, really, really!." grumbled Dhia while twisting her body, with a face almost crying because of the annoyance of her husband.

"Maha." He laughed quite hard. Feeling funny with the look on Dhia's face that turned sullen.

"Yes .. yes, dear ... she will also look like you." said Dirga while trying to ease the laughter.

"We, his parents .. a little bit, will surely inherit our traits and our faces."

"Udah, ah .. that time is crashing." Dirga pinched Dhia's slightly chubby cheeks.

"You, anyway." Dhia is still pouting.

Dirga chuckles softly."Here, here.... here!" he said, bringing Dhia's body into his arms, and letting his wife lean back against his chest. Then give a glimpse of the kiss in Dhia's hair."I think we can find a name for our son, baby."

"Mas already has a choice of name?" asked Dhia.

"Em." Dirga nodded slowly.

"What?."

"Chakra Yuan Megantara." said Dirga steadily.

Dhia.

"What does it mean, Mas?" asked Dhia still with a position of sitting on her husband's chest.

Dirga sighed softly."Actually it's a combination of my name, with your name."

"Chantika and Rayyan .. I briefly became Chakra. While Yuan ... I take from the ending your name, and my name. Ayu and Rayyan. And Megantara, is my last name."

Dhia silently listened.

"This name has a good meaning, dear" continued Dirga again.

"What, that, Mas?." Dhia sat her body properly, while looking at Dirga.

"In Javanese, the chakras are the protectors. And Yuan ... brave man, Megantara means hard worker." Dirga explained the meaning of each word of the name.

"So it can be interpreted, Chakra Yuan Megantara, is a brave, hardworking protective man" he concluded.

Dhia mangosteen."Nice name, Mas .. I like it!."

"You like it?."

Dhia nodded quickly.

"OK, fix ... later if our child is born, we give him that name" said Dirga as she leaned over, bringing her head closer to Dhia's stomach."Son, you like it, don't you, that name?."

Dhia laughed amusedly, feeling her stomach move from within. That too, Dirga can feel, from the palm of his hand that touched Dhia's stomach.

"Darling, she moved." Dirga's face was so happy.

"Yes, it's ."

Dirga kissed that big belly many times."Be healthy inside, baby." whispered slowly.

So cool to tell a story, that it did not feel the time had shown at half-nine pm. Dirga finally decided to take Dhia in, when the night wind began to sweep the skin.

"Darling, come on, come in! I'm afraid you catch a cold." take Dirga to his wife. But Dhia refused.

"See, Mas .. I still like it here. I'm wearing a warm sweater anyway"

"Mas don't worry." Dhia smiled, but Dirga shook her head.

"Come in now."

Dirga wants to move, pulling Dhia's arm slowly, but Dhia's voice manages to hold her back.

"Mas ... I have something to ask."

Dirga frowned."About what, honey?."

"On your company."

Dirga was silent for a moment. But then it's sound again."Honey ... we're on vacation again. I'm lazy to talk about the company."

"You're covering up something from me, aren't you, Mas?" asked Dhia again. It was as if he did not understand the words of Dirga, who tried to avoid his question.

Dirga is silent again.

"I know your company is in trouble again, Mas." - continued Dhia."About the existing hospital project in Java. Mr. Bram decided to cooperate, with your company, because you were accused of plagiarizing someone else's design."

"Do you know where?" Dirga's voice sounded heavy.

"I accidentally read in one of the online media." said Dhia slowly."I know you're not like that, Mom. Has Malik slandered you?."

Dirga silent.

But his silence, made Dhia understand that the answer was, yes.

"That means there's someone he told you to take a copy of your design" Dhia said again, looking at Dirga who was already standing staring into the pool."Who is it, Mas? do you know?."

Dirga turned to Dhia."Gio, the guy."

"Gio?!" reiterate Dhia can't believe it.

"Yes, baby."

Dhia.

Dirga nodded slowly, then looked back to the front.

"I didn't expect Gio to do that, Mas. He's your best friend .. but he's betrayed you." - shouts Dhia slowly.

Dirga smiled wryly."Sometimes the closest people become the cruelest enemies, baby. But unfortunately, I just realized that now."

momentary silence.

"Have you fired him?."

Dirga's got a little bit of a fuss."Not yet."

"But why, Mom? aren't you afraid Malik is telling Gio to do something worse than that?."

"I was waiting for that." said Dirga flat, still looking ahead.

Dhia looked at her husband with a clueless look. But Dhia is sure, surely Dirga has his own plan. Wasn't her husband so eager to avenge her? Dhia, too, chose not to ask back.

Dirga sighed deeply, and turned to look at Dhia. With a faint smile, as if everything was fine."Already ... don't think." he nudged Dhia's nose."I can handle this."

"The matter of Mr. Bram's hospital project .. doesn't really matter to me."

The real Dirga said lie. Because to be honest, it was a big project that he was eager to get. A few months ago, he almost lost his chance because Malik spread the news that he was the son of a corruptor. But eventually he managed to get the project back, because of the Daddy, who had helped him. But this time, he had no evidence, related to his design that had been stolen by others.

"But your good name, and your company?." Dhia's gaze was so worried. How not? at this time must be all business colleagues, are talking about skewed things about her husband, related to this issue.

Dirga laughed crisply. The laughter that made Dhia a little upset. Because at times like this, her husband still looks like he's not in any trouble."I can handle that, baby." she said casually.

"I'm serious, Mom!." Dhia pinched her husband's stomach.

"I'm serious too."

Dhia clucked slowly.

"Relax .. Everything will be fine, all right. Do you not trust your husband? hm?." asked Dirga, raising both eyebrows.

Dhia did not answer. He just sighed softly.

"Udah, ah .. again holiday, I even discuss the company. Mending we go into the room." Dirga embraced Dhia's shoulders, smiling meaningfully, while up and down her eyebrows as code.

"Ngapain?." asked Dhia pretending not to understand.

Dirga who was anxious with Dhia's question, immediately carried his wife's body into the room. Sometimes Dhia heard giggling, because of her husband. Light candles, and decorative rose petals scattered on the bed, accompany the beautiful night a couple who are always drunk with love.

Sendrapati Penthouses.

"Today's the content check schedule, right, baby?" asked Dirga as Dhia was putting a tie around her neck.

"Yes, Mas .. but if you're busy it's okay. I can go and have Wiwik's company."

"No! I'll have to drive. Later in the afternoon, after the office work is done .. I go straight home to pick you up."

Dhia smiled, as she swept her palm in front of Dirga's chest, to keep the shirt tidy."Yes, that's it."

Dirga turned her right cheek at Dhia. Dhia, who understood her husband's behavior, immediately raised her lips to kiss. But not to mention sticking to the cheeks, Dirga actually welcomed him with a kiss of a lips.

Dirga tucked her wet lips from Dhia's lips."It's so sweet."

"I think it's enough for my breakfast to go to the office, baby."

Dhia chuckled softly."Is there a breakfast kiss?."

"Barusan."sahut Dirga brief.

"No need to hang on, Mom!."

Dirga saw the clock on his wrist."But sorry, honey .. I don't seem to have time for breakfast. It's eight o'clock."

"I brought you provisions, yes, Mas."

"You, that was." Dirga pointed to his own lips.

Dhia clucked slowly."I'm serious, Mas!."

Dirga chuckled softly, looking at his wife's almost upset face."No need, baby .. later I can have breakfast at the office."

"Yes, yeah."

Dirga smile. Pull Dhia's waist, and give her a gentle kiss."I love you." he said half a whisper.

"Love you, more." Dhia smiled gently. That love sentence, makes Dhia haru and flowers. This is the first time Dirga has said it, without being asked.

Dirga returned that smile."I love you." Like dissatisfied, Dirga said it again.

"Love you, more."

"I love you."

"Love you, more, Mas!." Dhia was finally infuriated.

Dirga.

I don't know where to go, but in the afternoon, Dirga returned to the office. Her hand was carrying a medium-sized envelope. He went into his room and put the envelope in his briefcase.

After a few minutes, a woman who served as an office girl delivered a drink to him.

"Thank you."

The female employee named Lana nodded, then went back out.

Dirga opened his laptop. Moments of watching the cctv footage in his room. Nothing seems suspicious.

One hand reached out to grab the glass of drink on the table, then gulped it down. Instantly he choked, when he saw the clock that had shown at 4 pm. He packed up, put his laptop in his bag. Recalling his promise to accompany Dhia checked the contents this afternoon.

Dhia must have been waiting for me.

Bathinnya while walking out and into the car.

On the way home, Dirga suddenly felt his head dizzy and a little heavy. He massaged his temple, trying to resist dizziness to stay focused on seeing the road. But I don't know, the dizziness was so strong that he couldn't control it, and in the end he hit a roadblock. Dirga could still see clearly, a deep abyss, was ready with a position to contain it. Luckily the car was still stuck. He too, with all his efforts and trying to resist the dizziness, to be able to retreat.

But who would have thought, the hard impact made Dirga surprised and looked back. As he tried his hardest to pull back, a black Triton deliberately pushed his car from behind. Even so, Dirga still stepped on the gas pedal with as much as he could. But for nothing, his efforts were in vain. His position that was almost swooped, making the Triton car managed to throw him into the ravine.

A man in the black car opened his mask. While looking towards the ravine, where the smoke siege almost disappeared.

I'm sorry .. I had to do this.