My wife, Dhia
The guy's right here

Gio bowed, while bending both knees. Both of his hands were cupped in front of his forehead. Prisoner's clothes had been attached to his body. It was clearer how much he was swallowing, due to his own actions.

Unknowingly, a clear grain dripped from the corner of his eye. Recalling the Papa who is currently in need of his presence. But he can't do anything. The iron bars had limited his current movement space.

Hongkong

"Gio ... What have you done?!"

Haris shook both of Gio's shoulders at that time. When he found out his son had made a terrible mistake. The man who had entered the age of 6 heads, looked pale in disbelief with the actions that had been done by his son.

"Did Papa teach you something like that, huh?!."

"Why did you kill Dirga?!." Haris continued to shower Gio with questions. While the child was just silent and kept bowing.

"Gio, please answer Papa's question!" said Haris in a high voice, forcing his son to explain.

"For Papa's sake" said Gio slowly.

"B-but why, Gio? what does this have to do with Papa?!."

"Papa remember the corruption and murder case 21 years ago?" Gio's gaze coldly.

Haris face immediately pias.

"Did you remember Handika Gumilang?."

Haris gulped nervously."Do you know where you came from about the past?."

"Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan" said Gio, while looking at the two eyeballs whose skin had been filled with wrinkles.

"He threatened you?."

Gio silent.

"Dirga is the son of the man Papa killed." Gio spoke again.

"I was forced to kill Dirga, because he was trying to uncover a case 21 years ago, that, Pa!."

"I'm doing this for the sake of, Papa!."

"I thought that after I killed him, the case would never come back" Gio said in a slowly feeble voice."But I was mistaken." his voice was almost inaudible.

Haris.

"Why, Pa? why did Papa used to do that?." this time Gio asked. Her net flushed, enduring cries and disappointment. And now, it was Haris, who was made to impress.

"Father is a cruel lawyer. In addition to lying for money, Papa is also willing to be paid to kill people!."

"Why, Pa?!."

"Didn't Papa think about my future back then?!."

"I'm sorry, Papa, son!." Haris cried, with a trembling voice looking at her child who looked weak at this moment.

"Papa is stupid. Papa is cruel." Haris can't hold back tears in front of his only son."Papa regrets .. 'cause Papa you're like this."

"Papa is sorry!." said Haris slowly as he continued to cry.

"That's why since the incident Papa decided to stop being a lawyer, and fled to this country. Papa's haunted by guilt, son!."

"I'm sorry, Papa!" said Haris in a hoarse and weak voice.

"But you can still leave this place." said Haris suddenly giving advice to his son."The police must have been looking for you here. Go, son ... All you do, let Papa bear." he again pushed Gio's body away.

But Gio did not take a step.

"Papa is old. Rotting in jail would not be why. Go, boy!."

Gio cried to see the old man standing before him.

"Go!!" said Haris forcefully, while holding his left chest with a paled face.

"Papa why?!."

"Don't mind, Papa! go!."

"No, Pa! I can't go!"reject Gio. Seeing Haris's increasingly pale face, he could not bear to let the man stay alone anymore.

"We're going to the hospital now."

"No, son .. You must go." Haris' voice grew weaker. Simultaneously, knock after beat rang out from outside the apartment they were currently living in. Gio hesitated. His face pias, with the body becoming cold hot. He slowly opened the door of the apartment with trembling hands.

Gio sobbing. Leaning against the wall of the narrow room, with an uninspired blank look. As if he had no spirit of life.

_____________

Time has shown at eight o'clock. The event was held in a building located not far from, Sendrapati Penthouse. One by one, people began to arrive. From the start of office employees, and some orphans who are deliberately invited to follow the course of study tonight.

"Buk Rossa certainly did not come" Mala whispered to Wiwik, amid the people who began to arrive. Wiwik looks just silent, like daydreaming with a sad look.

"I can't believe it, huh ...? how could it be that buk Rossa is married to a man who has slandered her own husband." continued Mala again in an upset voice."Pantesan aja Dhia hates it."

"If I were Dhia, I would hate it too. Yo, ndak, Wik?!." Mala just realized that from earlier she was talking to herself. Because someone who had been invited to talk just silently daydream.

"Why are you, anyway, Wik? since the news of Mr. Malik was arrested by the police, your face was, loh .. so not excited."

"Why? you want to go with Mr. Malik to jail?."

"Nake it." Wiwik was upset.

"Well, why then? you feel sorry for the other guy?."

Mala's last question this time managed to make Wiwik cry."Mas Gio ...!"

"Glho?." Mala.

"Mas Gio is so happy! I hate Mas Gio .. He killed Mas Dirga. I didn't know, Mala ...." Wiwik cried while hugging Mala."The man I love is a murderer."

"What?!." Mala immediately released a hug, with her eyes wide open. Surprised to hear Wiwik's statement.

"So, the man you're proud of, isn't that the man who was on tv this afternoon?."

Wiwik.

Mala let out a heavy long sigh, while looking at Wiwik."Ganteng, the hell .. but I'm not sure he wants to be with you."

"Anyways, Doddy's still better. Although his face is ngeselin .. but he is good. Obviously love dies with you."

"Udah .. mending you accept his love, Doddy" said Mala, glancing at Doddy who was standing near the entrance, while greeting guests.

"That you, loh .. I am sad again because of a broken heart. Mbok yo, I'm it's comforted." said Wiwik a little annoyed."It's even Doddy who always pisses me off."

Mala giggles slowly."Don't be sad about his face. Your lips are, loh .... long time no more advanced peratiin, like a teapot" he said, pointing towards the pot of drinking water on the table.

"About!." Wiwik laughs funny."Uh, but .. instead of Mas Dirga's accident case at that time, said the police because of a single accident?."

"And the case has been stopped, too, right?" asked Wiwik to confirm.

"Come, Yo?!."

"Keep suddenly revealed again ... at once, the same case of the murder of his Papa Mas Dirga 21 years ago, loh ... This is really, strange, yo?."

"Ho'oh ... Who opened the case again, huh?!." - Mala wondered in confusion.

A few minutes later, the show began.

Throughout the event, Dhia kept crying. Likewise, Mbok Siah. The look of the people looked at him pity. At a young age, and recently blessed with children, she had to lose her husband.

Currently, this moment ... Dhia has announced the departure of Dirga. Accept the destiny line that God has set, for him, and his son.

The show was so solemn. Closed with prayer, and the distribution of snack packages for the guests present.

"Dhia .. let my chakra be fat." said Tamara, amidst the returning guests."You must be tired."

"Thank you, yeah." Dhia gives the baby chakra to Tamara, who has since fallen asleep in her lap.

Tamara smiled.

"I'm sorry Daddy .. Because as the recital begins, a new Daddy comes."

Dhia nodded slowly while smiling faintly."It's okay, Dad ..."

Aliya smiled."It's been called from this afternoon .. but you know for yourself Daddy you're super busy. In addition to taking care of his company in Singapore, he also has to take care of your husband's company."

"If Daddy allows. .. I can, uh, take care of my husband's company" Dhia said.

"Oh, no need!."

Dhia.

"Daddy means ..for now, let Daddy take care of it. You just focus on raising the Chakra" Arhan said.

Dhia. Then looked at Arhan with glazed neutrals. A moment later he scattered a hug, hugging the middle-aged man while crying."Thank you, Daddy .. thank you for exposing all the crimes of Malik and Gio."

"This is one of Mas Dirga's great hopes, to open up their crimes, and lock them up to prison."

"I'm sure ... Dirga must be happy right now. His revenge is avenged." said Dhia while crying sobbing.

Arhan who was suddenly hugged, was indeed had time to peck. But finally, both of his hands welcomed Dhia's embrace. She also cried haru.

"Malik and Gio should have been sent to prison, son" Arhan said, wiping Dhia's head."They can no longer be allowed to breathe air freely" he added.

"But ..." Arhan parsing hugs. Looking at Dhia's face that has been swollen because since then it continues to cry.

"But, what, Dad?" asked Dhia with an anxious look.

"It wasn't Daddy who put Malik and Gio in jail." I'm Arhan.

"Then?." asked Dhia with a question demanding an answer.

Not only Dhia, everyone left in the hall, also waited for an answer with great curiosity.

"The guy's here." Arhan threw a glance towards the entrance. Smiling at the tall man standing in front of the door.