My wife, Dhia
Unsatiated

"Good morning, Buk Dhia." said a female nurse who entered her room, holding a tiny baby.

It seems like Dhia is crying. Because the nurse had seen Dhia rubbing her cheeks with reddened eyes and nose tips.

"Suster .. is this my son?." Dhia smiled when she saw the tiny baby crying in the nurse's arms. Even so, the female nurse knew that Dhia was still covered in grief, related to the news of her husband's death.

"Yes, Mother .. It looks like this baby wants to be near his mother. It was crying all the time."

"Please, buk ... in the hold." said the nurse.

Dhia is very happy. This is the first time he has held her and seen her son. Last night, the baby had to be put into an incubator to receive special care for being born prematurely.

Very carefully Dhia held the tiny baby. Smells it softly. Unconsciously her tears came back crying."Honey ... It's Mama, son." she said slowly.

That's right the nurse said. The boy wanted to be close to his mother. Because since she was in Dhia's arms, the baby was immediately silent. While clapping like thirst looking for something.

"Am I allowed to give ASI in person, sister?."

"May, buk ... so that the baby can quickly learn to suck ******." the nurse smiled."It's just that the mother has to be more patient .. because the response may still be a little slow, unlike normal babies who are old enough in general."

"Oh, that's it."

"Yes, buk .. then, I stay a while ya, buk."

"Please breastfeed the baby" said the nurse.

Dhia nodded slowly. Then open the top two pajama buttons that he wears.

Not too difficult for Dhia. Although premature, the baby was quick to respond. In just a few moments, the baby can already suck several times, although not too agile.

"Chakra Yuan Megantara." shirih Dhia softly with netra back wet.."That's your name, son .. Papa's given name."

"Don't be sad, baby."Dhia smiled bitterly, as she rubbed her face shrinking in tears."Now Papa is not here. But Mama's sure soon Papa will come ...."

"Look at us." continued Dhia still with tears that could not be compromised so as not to slide. But then Dhia chuckles slowly looking at her son's face.

"You side with Papa, yes ... Your face looks a lot like Papa." Dhia gently nosed her tiny nose, which belonged to her son. If Dirga was in that place, it was certain that her husband had an arrogant face full of victory.

I miss you, Mas. bathin Dhia is crying.

While outside, a man's voice sounded, like he was about to enter his room. Dhia also buttoned her pajamas back. Right, before long, the door of the room opened. Dhia could see Wiwik entering along with a tall man, with gray hair already overgrown. Wearing masks and glasses.

"Good morning, Dhia" said the man, opening his mask."This is fruit for you." the man who still looks handsome at the age of stepping on the head of five put his hands on the nightstand, while smiling faintly at Dhia.

"Thank you." Dhia smiled doubtfully.

Seeing Dhia's expression, the middle-aged man directly extended his hand."Oh ... You must be confused. Introduce ... I, Arhan Syah Megantara."

Hearing the name Megantara, behind the name of the man, made Dhia smile understand. Naturally, Dhia looked confused. This was because he had never met the man before. Including when the wedding was with Dirga.

Dhia welcomed the hand.

"I, Daddy, Dirga" said Arhan, then sat down on a chair beside Dhia's bed.

"My wife and I flew straight from Singapore when they heard about the accident that hit Dirga."

Dhia's face returned to pias remembering her husband.

"You must be steadfast, son." The man's voice trembled like a cry."I lost him too."

"Although Dirga is not my flesh and blood .. but he has always been considered my own son."

"I love him so much!" said Arhan with teary eyes.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Dhia gulped. His heart sings with pain."My husband, he's alive, sir."

"He's alive!." Dhia's gaze was angry."Why does everyone not believe?." he asked with a little approval, while his hand still rubbed the little baby who fell asleep in his arms, so as not to be disturbed.

While Wiwik who had stood up earlier, was made anxious. Afraid, afraid that Dhia will return as angry as she was last night, when Malik told her to prepare for the recitation. At that time, Dhia had shouted. Luckily, Rossa managed to calm her son down, and asked Malik not to discuss reconsideration.

Arhan flinched looking at Dhia. But then back to sound."Why are you saying that, son? what makes you so sure that Dirga's still alive?."

Dhia was silent for a moment.

"Before I see for myself, my husband's body .. I will never believe that he is dead" Dhia said with a sad look.

Arhan sighed softly."Pray, son .. May your faith be right. And if it's true that he's alive, may God protect him wherever he is."

"I want to hold my granddaughter. Is it okay?." asked Arhan expectantly.

Dhia nodded slowly. Then carefully gave it to the middle-aged man.

"He looks like his father." Arhan smiled as he watched the little baby's face.

Dhia was smiling too.

"What's his name?."

"Chakra Yuan Megantara."

"A very good name."

"So you said, come with the wife ... Where is the wife, Father?."

Dhia looked at the door, but there was no sign of anyone else coming.

Arhan smiled."From then on you kept calling me, Mr. .. call me, Daddy."

"You're my son-in-law."

Dhia nodded.

"They're a little late. He said someone would buy first." continued Arhan answered Dhia's question, earlier.

Them?

Dhia looked at Wiwik. While Wiwik stood agitated.

Before long, the sound of the door of the room opened again.

Dhia saw two beautiful women, white, go inside. They are Aliya, Arhan's wife. And, Tamara, her son.

Dhia was tergugu. But Tamara looks more nervous. Seen from the face of the woman who looked down as Dhia looked at her.

"Good morning, Dhia." Aliya greeted with a friendly smile."Congratulations on the birth of your son, dear." he said, hugging Dhia. Dhia welcomed the middle-aged woman's embrace clumsily.

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Currently, Dhia lives with Tamara in the room. While Arhan and Aliya, already out first, ushered by Wiwik. Likewise, the Chakra baby. The baby was put back into the incubator.

"Congratulations on the birth of your child" Tamara said at last. After just being quiet, when everything was still inside.

"Thank you." Dhia's voice sounded cold.

"I bought this for him. Please accept, yes." Tamara gave Dhia two paper bags.

"You don't have to bother" Dhia said looking at Tamara.

Tamara who saw Dhia's cold gaze, immediately grabbed the pale woman's hand, then grasped it."Dhia .. Please forgive me, I."

Dhia who had looked down, finally raised her face back. Look at Tamara who has tears in her eyes.

"I know .. what I did to you was really too late. Maybe an apology isn't enough to take care of your heartache first."

"But ..." Tamara gulps bitterly."I really sincerely want to apologize to you, Dhia."

"Please forgive me." Tamara was crying sobbing.

Dhia is still flinching.

"Please, Dhia .. Please forgive me!."

Dhia returned Tamara's hand."I forgive you."

Hearing Dhia's statement, Tamara immediately hugged Dhia's body."Thanks, Dhia. You're a really good woman."

"I'm sorry .. very, very sorry." Tamara's cries broke again in Dhia's arms."I haven't even had time to apologize to Dirga's sister."

"I still feel guilty about him." Tamara.

Dhia breaks the hug."Be ... Do not cry. Later if your brother comes back, apologize, be with him."

Tamara. He stared at the pale face in front of him.