My wife, Dhia
He's Still Alive!

"Dirga hasn't returned yet, nduk?." Mbok Siah runs his wheelchair, approaching Dhia who is standing, occasionally walking back and forth, while holding a cellphone in front of the chest.

"Not yet, Mbok." said Dhia while sitting on the sofa.

"Have called? who knows because he forgot a lot. Understandably, right .. because yes, yesterday's holiday. Who knows how it works."

"Have called, Mbok. But the number isn't active." Dhia replied with a feeling of uneasiness that had since appeared."Maybe Mbok is right .... Dirga must be busy. That's why the phone's in silent."

"So how? if you wait for your husband must be very kesorean. Do you want to be delivered Wiwik?."asked Mbok Siah again.

"It's also been a hoax, Mbok."Dhia looked at the wall clock that already showed at half 5pm."The schedule check content must have closed. Maybe tomorrow alone .. who knows tomorrow Mas Dirga there is time."

Mbok Siah sighed softly."Yes, too,." he noticed Dhia's face that was now lowered."Already ... don't be sad. People forget it's normal. Just understand ... Your husband must be doing a lot of work."

Dhia raised her face, smiling faintly."I'm not sad, Mbok." he said with the tips of fingers squeezing each other.

The hose then the house phone rang. Dhia wanted to stand up to immediately lift up. But at the same time, it turns out Wiwik has already grabbed the phone.

"Hallo good afternoon .. It's with Wiwik, Mas's assistant, Dirga Rayyan Megantara." replied the woman in a friendly style that impressed the centile.

I don't know what someone said from behind the phone. But at this moment, Dhia and Mbok Siah could see, Wiwik's expression of friendliness turning tense.

"Who, Wik?." Dhia stood up, approaching Wiwik."What's up?."

"No way." Wiwik softly glanced, with a foggy eyeball."Not possible."

"Who called, Wik? what's up?!" Dhia shook Wiwik's shoulder in fear.

"Mas Dirga, Ma'am ...." Wiwik cried while looking at Dhia.

"What's wrong? what happened to Mas Dirga?." asked Dhia in a slightly high voice and an increasingly strong feeling of fear. But Wiwik seems to be powerless to answer. Seeing that, Dhia immediately grabbed the phone that was still held by Wiwik.

"Hallo, good afternoon .. I am the wife of Dirga Rayyan Megantara. If you may know, what exactly happened to my husband?." asked Dhia in a tone of voice made as calm as possible.

Yes, good afternoon, Buk .. we from the Police, South Jakarta, would like to inform mom, that an hour ago a metallic black sedan car with xxxx license plate just had an accident, and plunged into the abyss.

We have investigated who the owner of the car is. The owner is Dirga Rayyan Megantara. Obviously the police.

For the bodies of the victims themselves, we still haven't found them. Currently, the search is still being conducted. Allegedly ... he was thrown out, and was dragged by the river that was around the scene.Supported the police carefully.

Dhia reflex silenced her mouth with trembling hands. Withstand the scream, which passes the clear circle without permission. While the phone that was held by his hand immediately fell on the floor.

"No! my husband couldn't have died." Dhia was grumbling like a dazed person.

"Mas!!." cried Dhia while crying.

But that second Dhia shrieked, while holding the bottom of her stomach, along with the fresh blood flowing down her legs. The body containing the standing was, instantly warped. Dhia was unconscious. Luckily Wiwik realized, and swiftly held Dhia's body, so as not to fall on the floor.

"Oh Allah, Ms. Dhia ...!"

"My grandchild!." Mbok Siah is crying.

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"What about the plan I ordered?."

Malik talks to someone from behind his phone.

Everything went as you asked.

The voice from behind the phone sounded flat.

He's already dead.

"Are you sure?" asked Malik to confirm.

He plunged into a deep abyss, beneath which was a river. Impossible if he's alive, sir!.

Hearing that then Malik's laughter broke out filling his private office room. So satisfied, it was as if this was the most awaited victory by him."Good, Gio .. Nice work!."

"Ah ... Finally, I can calm down too!." Malik laughed again. Laughter is loud, very loud!. For him, Dirga's presence was like a fireball that followed him, and at any time could burn him. But today, he got rid of it. It doesn't matter if you have to take away lives. He killed people. Returning to kill, was not impossible for him. All for his calm.

Hearing that laugh, Gio was silent. But after that, it was back to sound.

I've done the job you asked for. I hope, after this .. don't ever bother me again and carry my Papa's name with me in that case.

"Just calm down the young man." said Malik, who this time had eased his laughter."As long as no one has seen what you did. I assure you, the case will never be exposed again."

"I'm safe ... Your father is safe .. and so are you!." - Malik said.

"Dirga Rayyan Megantara." the right corner of Malik's lips is drawn thin. He said each word of the name with emphasis. Playing a ballpoint pen with his fingertips."This is the result if anyone dares to harass me."

"Maybe you've met your father by now." Malik smiled with satisfaction."I hope your deaths are at peace."

Dhia opened her eyes. He was confused to see the current background is a white wall with a distinctive smell. But slowly the series of events one by one appeared. Makes her remember what happened.

Besides, Wiwik was standing alone. Mbok Siah is at the Penthouse. Given its condition that is already very old. Even so, the old woman, had asked to come along because she was worried about Dhia's condition. But Wiwik wouldn't allow it.

Wiwik was surprised, when Dhia came down, while forcibly removing the infusion needle attached to his hand.

"I'm looking for my husband!."

"Don't, Ma. Wiwik ... Ma'am has to stay here." Wiwik cries while holding Dhia's body."Madam Dhia's condition is not healthy."

"Mbak Dhia must be patient, wait for the police to tell you about the development of the search for Mas Dirga again."

"No, Wik!." Dhia clasped many times."I have to find Mas Dirga now. He needs me!."

"Don't, Ma!."

"Mama!." Wiwik tried to prevent. But Dhia with all her might took off Wiwik's hand which pulled his wrist.

"Mbak Dhia!." cried Wiwik hysterically. When Dhia fainted again, fresh blood flowed back. This time more, than ever.

"Suster!."

"Doctor!."

Wiwik shouted for help.

Currently, Wiwik is sitting on a chair. Right next to an operating room. While occasionally shrinking the tears that flow on his cheeks. O Allah, I beg you to strengthen, Madam Dhia.

"Buk Dhia suffered a stroke due to the incident that he had just experienced, causing the contents to have a great contraction" said Airin doctor, when a while ago asked Wiwik into his room.

"His condition is already very weak." continued Dr. Airin again."

"We have to do the operation right now. If it's not done immediately, we can't guarantee the baby in the womb will last long."

"How is Dhia's mother? the operation is over?."

Doddy's voice that came in a hurry made Wiwik turn his head. The man sat next to Wiwik, putting down a bag of clothes he had just brought.

"Not yet" said Wiwik slowly.

"What is the news about Dirga? has it been found?" asked Wiwik. There was no usual stare or irritating voice when talking to Doddy.

Doddy's got a weak grip."But the police confirmed that Mr. Dirga had died in the river. And now the body is still being sought, neng."

Wiwik's cries broke again. He could not bear Dhia, who is currently struggling to give birth, without the presence of a husband who is loved very much, even gone for eternity. Can Dhia accept this reality?

"Pity, Madam Dhia." Wiwik. Slowly his head tilted, leaning on Doddy's boat.

Doddy who is currently also sad, made gasp when his shoulders were made into a headstool by Wiwik. With a pounding heart, he rubbed the woman's hair.

"Udah .. don't cry on, neng. Now we must pray. May Dhia and her baby survive. And Mr. Dirga's body could be found immediately."

"Udah yes, neng, do not cry continuously .. if you cry, I also become crying" said Doddy while continuing to wipe Wiwik's head. And apparently the subtle touch of his hand, finally made Wiwik realize, and pulled his head from the man's shoulder.

"You're a habit, like to look for opportunities." growled Wiwik stuck.

"Also, neng Wiwik .. right, it was neng Wiwik himself who nyender."

"Yes! but right, your hands do not have to be gini, gini!." said Wiwik while demonstrating Doddy's hand when rubbing his head.

"Ah, elah .. just ngusap doang, neng. I just don't have the heart to see Wiwik cry."

"Alesan, you are!" said Wiwik annoyed."There, backtrack. Don't come near!."

A few hours later, Dhia has been moved into the recovery room. His consciousness has slowly gathered. His gaze was so sweet, with a pale face helpless. First, the person he saw was Wiwik. But by Wiwik's side, he could see Rossa, and the Inca.

On his right side, there was Malik. The man he hated the most. Standing with a sad look, which he knew, the man was playing a show.

A clear thread from the corner of Dhia's eyes drips back. How not? right now, the person she saw the most when she opened her eyes, was her husband. Crying a day together, welcoming the birth of their most anticipated baby.

"Mas?" he quietly almost inaudible.

"Darling ...?." Rossa cried rubbing her son's head."Mama believes you're strong. You're Mama's strong son, son!."

Dhia did not answer.

"Yes, Mother ... Mama must be strong. My bang was born, Ma'am .. she's funny." said Inka with a trembling voice holding back tears. Making Dhia's tears no longer unstoppable at this time.

"Wik, you can go home now!" said Malik, looking at Wiwik."Take care of the preparation for the study tonight."

"We must send a prayer, that Dirga's body may be given tranquility."

Sentence after sentence that was thrown from the man's lips made Dhia's jaw harden. His eyes were reddening withstanding anger.

"L-yes, Sir!." Wiwik nodded doubtfully and stepped out.

"Stop!." cried Dhia suddenly."There is no study!" he looked at Wiwik firmly.

"My husband is alive!"

"He's still alive!."