My wife, Dhia
Eavesdropping

A month has passed,

Sendrapati Penthouses.

Dhia was pensive as she stood in front of the balcony. To this day, she never believed that her husband was dead. Police have stopped the accident. Since the accident, Dirga's body has not been found. Whether her husband is alive, or dead. I don't know .. but Dhia's little heart kept asking God. So that her husband, currently still in the same world with her.

Hoping to be, but as time went on, Dhia finally began to accept the reality, if it was true, Dirga was no longer there.

Clear thread dotted on the cheeks of Dhia. It always is, when the woman is in solitude. It felt like he was so missed by the handsome man who owned that sweet smile. The man who made her fall in love so deeply. Until the moment of loss, Dhia also felt a deep pain.

"Mama .. I'm coming!."

Excited Mala, the woman with a beautiful appearance, Dhia's best friend when she was in Java. Currently, she works as a baby sitter, to care for the baby chakra. Mbok Siah asked. With reason, so that the atmosphere of the house is more noisy. That way, Dhia doesn't feel so lonely.

Mala brought the baby chakra into the room. Behind him was Wiwik who tailed while carrying an empty basket. On the balcony, Mala can see Dhia standing alone. He immediately stopped, elbowing Wiwik's arm. He pointed his chin towards the outside, where Dhia was.

"Pity, Madam Dhia" said Wiwik slowly, looking towards the direction Mala pointed.

"Yes, yes. Dhia will not be sad."Mala breathed deeply."I just saw Dhia happy. Now she must go back to being sad about losing her husband."

"Destiny no one knows, yes, per. (Alias ceper)" Mala calls on Wiwik. Because Wiwik's body is tiny, not so much.

"Per, par, per ... haphazardly you, call me. Gini-gini I already have a prospective girlfriend, youh." Wiwik protested annoyed."Even though my body is small."

"Beauty, tau." added Wiwik proudly.

"Halaaah .. prospective boyfriend, not necessarily a girlfriend!." said Mala."Anyway, who's your boyfriend, anyway?."

"Feel, I've been here a month and I've never seen a handsome guy who's looking for you."

"At best, Doddy." Mala said, walking, putting the baby chakra to bed.

Wiwik. Suddenly he remembered Gio who never again appeared in this Penthouse. Even since Dirga was rumored to have died, the man also did not come even just to offer his condolences. Where's she? bathin Wiwik asked.

"Tile child, who is kind, and not crybaby .. You shower first, yes" said Mala with a witty face teasing baby Chakra.

The Baby Chakra, which was initially silent, actually cried hearing Mala's voice.

"Loh, loh ... Why even cry?" asked Mala in a soft voice.

Wiwik clucked softly as he elbowed Mala's arm."Your face is, loh .. less funny. It should be this way."

"Chakra darling .. baby gemes. Take a shower first, yuk." said Wiwik in the child's spoiled voice. While making an angry face."Nang, ning, nang, ning, nang, ning, nung ....."

"Nang, ning, nang, ning, nang, ning, nung!."

"Hiii .. You, like a monkey mask." Mala patted Wiwik's shoulder."Look at that, Chakra is still crying. Your face is not funny."

"Make it!."

"Sek, sek ... try me first" said Mala while removing Wiwik from the presence of the little baby.

Hearing a noise from inside the room, she finally led Dhia in. He smiled at the two actions of his assistant, who seemed to be alternately trying to comfort his baby.

"Chakra must be thirsty. So fussy continues." said Dhia while sitting at the bedside, then lifted the little baby.

"Mala ... please prepare the warm water, yes .. let her take a shower immediately."

"okay."Mala smiled, giving her thumbs up in front of her chest. Then go into the bathroom.

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Rossa missed her granddaughter a lot. Today, he intends to come to Sendrapati Penthouse. In his hands there are already several hands for his grandchildren, and his beloved children. He came alone. While waiting for the Penthouse door to open, a faint smile graced the middle-aged woman's face.

How long the Penthouse door was opened.

"Who, Wik?." Mbok Siah came out from inside his room. When in the guest room, the old woman's gaze was pounded with the owner's sad eyes. A woman who has been present in her past. He stopped his wheelchair.

"Mama." Rossa stood up.

Mbok Siah.

Slowly Rossa stepped hesitantly closer to Mbok Siah, with teary eyes."Mama, how are you?."

"As you can see."

Rossa smiled faintly.

"Why did you come here?" the voice from the top of the stairs, making Mbok Siah and Rossa, raised their faces.

"Dhia ....." Rossa walked, up the stairs."Mama wants to see her grandson. Mama also brought this for him."

"Better Mama go home, now!." Dhia threw her face in any direction."My son is sleeping."

Rossa's steps stopped. About the past, apparently still buried deep hatred Dhia. At this time, Dhia expelled him. Rossa's heart wept at Dhia's change in attitude towards him.

"Dhia!." call Rossa, when her son, gets back up and goes into the room. He bowed languidly. Then I looked at Mbok Siah. The old woman looked softly nodded.

"Meet Dhia in her room. You have to explain everything."

Rossa nodded. Then go upstairs to meet Dhia.

"Dhia .. please open the door, son. Mama wants to explain something to you!" said Rossa from the outside, because the door was deliberately locked by Dhia from the inside.

"Mama, go! I hate it the same, Mama!." cried Dhia from inside the room.

"Darling .. Please don't!." Rossa cried to hear Dhia hate her."Listen to Mama's explanation first, son!."

Dhia no longer answered. There was clearly no confirmation from inside that room.

"Mom's sorry, son ... Mama knows, Mama's wrong." Rossa held back her sobs."But you should know .. Mama was also forced to leave your Papa, and married Papa Malik."

"All for you, son."

"For your future." Rossa shrunk her tears.

"Oh my goodness ... it turns out that all this time, Mr. Malik, not his real Papa Madam Dhia, anyway?" said Wiwik with a lethargic face, half whispering to Mala. Currently, the two were standing on the stairs, out of curiosity.

"Like, Buk Rossa's past, completed, yes, per."

"Ho'oh."

"Geevik! Melia!."

The two assistants who were eavesdropping, immediately turned their heads, looking for the source of the voice calling out to them. It turns out it was Mbok Siah's voice."

"What are you guys? down, down!!."

"Mama's really forced to, baby." Rossa continued to speak, although there was no more speech from inside the room. But Rossa knew, Dhia must be listening to him right now.

"Mama was also completely destroyed at that time. It's not easy for Mama, son."

"And you should know ..." Rossa swallowed a mute saliva."To this day, Mama still feels guilty."

"I'm sorry Mama, son." - Rossa leaned against the door wall.

"Mama love you."

Inside, Dhia curled up on the bed, crying sobbing. He shrank in tears, when he realized that his mother's voice had no longer been heard from outside. He then got up, opened the door.

Rossa is gone. There were only a few Paper bags and a small box with a light blue paper cover, lying in front of the door. Dhia picked it up, along with the tears that were shed back.