My wife, Dhia
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"Mbok call me? what's the matter?." asked Dhia slowly.

Mbok Siah smiled gently at Dhia."Nothing .... I want to talk to you."

"Here, nduk .. sit down first." Mbok Siah patted slowly the edge of his bed. Dhia also, directly according to to sit right near the feet of Mbok Siah who was sitting together.

"Have you had breakfast?."

Dhia was slowly. "Not yet, Mbok."

The answer, while massaging slowly Mbok Siah's legs. It became a habit of Dhia when he entered the room Mbok Siah. The fingers certainly can not be silent, not to massage, when the old woman was resting in the room.

"Breakfast first. You will be sick .. pity your son."

Dhia smiled faintly, answering with a slow nod.

Momentary silence.

"Nduk?!." call Mbok Siah back to open his voice.

"Emm?" Dhia who was looking down, raised her face again.

"It has been 40 days that Dirga left us." Mbok Siah continued in a voice that sounded doubtful. Moreover, looking at Dhia's fingers that immediately stopped, when he heard his sentence.

Dhia was only silent as she gulped bitterly her saliva.

"Help, huh, nduk?!"

Mbok Siah said as he touched his grandson's cheeks.

Netra Dhia flushed. The hose then fell down a clear feather soaked his cheek. His heart returned pain, and made the cry slowly turn into a stifling sob. I think he still doesn't believe it. All happiness disappeared so quickly, changing with the ugly reality that until now was still like a dream for him.

"Pity him." continued Mbok Siah shrank Dhia's tears.

"Mas Dirga must still be alive, Mbok" Dhia said in a stinging voice from crying.

Mbok Siah silently looked at Dhia with pity. But then he came back to sound.

"Rezeki ... mate .. and death is God's decisive." said Mbok Siah slowly, looking up at the glass wall overlooking the balcony.

"That's the name, destiny." added Mbok Siah again.

"That destiny if you're not sad, yes .. happy."

"Maybe at this time God is testing you, taking your husband. Because he knows ... you're strong, nduk." Mbok Siah clasped Dhia's hand, and looked at her grandson's face.

Dhia's got a little prick."I'm weak, Mbok." again, the clear feathers are back on Dhia's cheeks."I'm not as strong as people see."

"I'm weak" Dhia said again, in a low voice, almost inaudible. So heavy, like the burden of his sadness all this time.

"Snack! you're Mbok's grandson who's strong." Mbok Siah cupped Dhia's face while smiling confidently.

"Honored, huh?!" mbok Siah said once again.

Dhia is still crying.

"Tonight we'll do a study for your husband, yes, nduk." Mbok Siah spoke carefully. Worried that Dhia will be angry. Because until now, his granddaughter never believed that Dirga was gone."Pity your husband ... let him calm down."

"Yes ...?!" Mbok Siah looked at Dhia gently.

A moment lowered, Dhia finally nodded slowly. The crying broke back.

At that time, Mbok Siah immediately took Dhia into his arms. Trying to scrape a little burden of sadness on his grandson.

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Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan is finally above the clouds. Fly high, and no one else can drop it. Her life has been quiet lately. No longer pursued the anxiety that had been hunting him, since he knew, that Dirga was the son of Handika Gumilang. A close friend, whom he slandered and disappeared 21 years ago.

Currently, he was sipping black coffee, while reading the newspaper in the family room. While with a distance of one meter, in front of him there is the Inca, who was watching television. The girl looks serious with Korean drama on the glass screen.

From the kitchen, Rossa was carrying a tray containing snacks, and immediately she put it on the table, near her husband was.

"Mas ... Wiwik was telling you, I .. he said tonight to hold a 40-day study for Dirga's departure."

"Mas coming?" asked Rossa doubtfully.

"Oh, huh? it is not that your beloved child is so distrustful that her husband is dead?." asked Malik casually as he folded his newspaper, but in his heart laughed with satisfaction.

"But that's good ... Thus, Dirga's spirit will feel the serenity." Malik took a long breath."That Dhia should have done a long time ago."

Malik clucked softly."But baby ... Your favorite child is so stubborn. You saw it for yourself, didn't you?." Malik looks at Rossa."He even dared to yell and yell in front of me."

Rossa remained silent.

"OK ... see later! if I have time, I'll go."

Rossa sighed softly, turning to look towards her youngest daughter."Inca ... shower first, son! it's noon."

"Yes, Ma .... soon, this drama will be finished." said the Inca without looking.

A moment of silence.

"Pa!." exclaimed Inca to her Papa, turning her head to the side when her favorite drama was over. And now it has changed with the afternoon news broadcast.

"Hmmm!" sahut Malik without turning his head because he was busy returning to the newspaper in his hands.

"Papa's coworker, where?." The mother asked doubtfully.

Malik frowned."Which friend?."

Inka clucked, while throwing a lazy breath. According to him, this father is senile, or really does not know?

"Gio, Pah!" said the Inca without hesitation.

Instead of directly answering, Malik threw the question back."Why nyariin, Gio?."

"Nothing, anyway... " Inka bit her lip a little."It's a wonder I never came here again. It's been over a month."

Malik stopped his nether who was exploring the sentences in the newspaper. Directly scanned the gaze towards his daughter with a probing look.

"You like it, same her?!" asked Malik, while paying attention to the current Inca appearance, which looked more feminine. Ah, how silly, he just realized the change of his tombo son now. Has the Inca changed lately because of Gio? malik in heart.

"If so, yes?." asked Inka boldly."Papa ngizinin, right?."

Rossa, who had been quiet more, was now made to smile with the confession of her youngest child. In disbelief, it turns out that her little daughter has turned into a real woman. Start to open your heart, and forget little by little about his habit of stroking the bike.

But, Malik's gaze suddenly lit up sharply, making the Inca, who with his Pd acknowledged the heart, pias made. Likewise, Rossa who is currently looking at her husband.

According to Malik, this was not the Inca's fault. He had been aware of his stupidity all along. The closeness of the Inca and Gio is very familiar. I don't think love can knock on the door of both hearts. This can't be allowed!

"Forget Gio!" said Malik firmly.

Inca gulped."But why, Pa?."

"Isn't Papa with Gio very close? I-I thought ...."

"Papa said, forget ... forget it!." snapped Malik cut off his son's sentence, to make Inka's shoulder with a scowl, surprised.

Audience, related to the accident one month ago that overflowed young businessman, Dirga Rayyan Megantara, the police finally managed to bend the perpetrators of the accident.

The sound from the television managed to make Malik, Inca, and Rossa caught his attention to the 40-inc flat screen. The almost hot atmosphere in the room was suddenly silent.

But Malik is very different. The man's body pecked with a face that turned pale, looking at the easy man who was bowed lethargic on the television.

"****!." said Malik slowly, with a tightly clenched hand.

The perpetrator initials G I (Gio Irawan) who had fled the country, is now successfully detained and has admitted his actions.

Related to the accident case, the police finally managed to pocket the name of another perpetrator, who is suspected to be a famous businessman Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan. This is apparently related to the White House case that occurred 21 years ago.

The Inca who was currently standing, his body instantly sculpted. Heard one by one the names of the people mentioned in the television. A month later, Gio disappeared. Successfully answered his existence, along with the reason.

"So .... Papa's with Gio?." The Inca's voice choked. Really, he doesn't believe. His lentic fingers immediately wiped the tears that had just pierced his cheeks.

But Rossa was not surprised. All this time, she had indeed instilled suspicion in her husband. But she had no hard evidence to drag her husband to prison. For some reason, there was one relief in his heart, when in the end, the crime of her husband was successfully revealed.

All of this suddenly.

Is there anyone else besides Dirga?

Or maybe ......

Damnit damnit! malik's curse in his heart with a hardened jaw held back anger. He hurriedly entered the room and intended to escape immediately. But the roar of the car that stopped in the middle of the house, making this man finally trapped can not leave.