My wife, Dhia
He's Depressed

Have you prayed dawn? rossa's voice came from behind the cell phone that Dhia had taped to her ear.

"Already, Ma. It's just finished." said Dhia while putting the prayer mat on the bed.

Mama apologized, for not being able to see Dirga. You know for yourself, son .. Your sister Inca hasn't healed her leg either.

"Yes, Ma. Its nothing. Dirga is fine too. Today I am also at work."

Thank goodness, son. Rossa was silent for a moment. But a moment later he returned to voice. Is Dirga good to you?

This time it was Dhia who was quiet. He recalled that until now Dirga had not also given him a place to be lived. But since the incident Dirga leg hit by wood a week ago, Dirga was no longer snapping at him. Although still impressed cold and tart. Dhia always volunteered to help. Either it helps the man walk, or it just makes other little things. Although sometimes rejected, but finally Dirga according. And so on for a few days.

Slowly there is progress. Dhia has promised to be patient. She believed her husband would open his heart to her. Although I don't know when the expected time will come.

Dci ...

"E-yes, Ma."

Mom asked, dong answered.

"What did you ask?"As if he did not hear.

Not good, same you?

"Okay, ma. Why why?"

Thank goodness, son. It's nothin.

A momentary silent voice.

When do you start the Comprehensive exam? Rossa throws another question.

"Tomorrow, Ma. Doain yes, Ma. So that everything is smooth. Dhia can answer the exam with good results."

Sure, darling ... Mama do'ain's. Not felt, yes .. soon you have graduated.

Dhia smiled."Yes, Ma."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Dhia was already preparing to leave for campus. He went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. There she did not find her husband. All that looks is a dirty dish that is currently being cleaned by Wiwik.

"Morning, beautiful Madam Dhia."Sapa Wiwik so cheerfully.

"Morning, Wik. Where is Dirga? Already gone?"

"Already, Ma'am. He left in a hurry. Pas Wiwik asked, 'Mas Dirga ... Why the rush'?"said Wiwik demonstrating the way he asked Dirga before.

"Says a lot of work." he added.

"Oh."

"Mbak Dhia want breakfast? What breakfast would you like? There's bread, there's, fried rice. Wanna which one? Let Wiwik make it."

Dhia smiled."No need for Wik. I took it myself. Mending you're doing the other one."

"Yes already, Madam Dhia has a lot of breakfast. Let it be plump like Wiwik." said Wiwik as he walked putting dirty dishes into the sink.

Dhia who heard Wiwik's chattering just smiled while glaring.

"O-yes ... Dhia ma'am remind us of our plans tonight?"Wiwik again approached Dhia who was eating.

"Remember, Wik."sahut Dhia by then.

"It just so happens that the ingredients run out, later let Wiwik just shop, Ma'am."

"Yes, Wik .. thanks, yes. You're so good."

"Yes .. for Madam Dhia, what the hell, that's not."Wiwik.

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The sound of an open door did not take Dirga's eyes off the laptop that was lying in front of him. His fingers continued to move to adjust the color and set the line on the design of the building that he has been working on for several days. Although the holiday due to something unexpected, it does not mean he has to be careful to carry out his duties as a construction entrepreneur today.

"Wuih .. has been working. You healthy?"gio who just came in.

"Hemm ."Dirga's response without looking.

"Why so?"

"Creating the design of the hotel building. I want to show it to Mr. Wibido. I hope he's interested and willing to work with our company."

Gio mangosteen."I have news of that man."

"Tell me."

"From the information I have, he is currently in Malaysia. But ...."Gio hung up the sentence.

"But what?"Dirga immediately turned to leave his current job.

"He seems depressed. He is currently undergoing special treatment there. If I think, it's better to let him heal first. Later after he fully recovered and normal again, we can meet him directly to Malaysia."

"Is it because of the corruption case that involved him first?"Dirga.

"It could be because of that, too. But from the information I got, his condition got worse when he just got out of jail."

"And that was five years ago, when he found out that his wife had remarried."

"Do you think he still has hope of healing?"

Gio let out a long breath."I don't know .. but you better pray."

Dirga. Right now, only that man was her hope to become a witness. While the person who used to be a lawyer in the case, at this time he never found his whereabouts. Either he's alive or he's dead.

"O-yes, there's something I want to ask you."

"Ask me."

"Why are you vengeful on, Dhia? Did he have anything to do with the corruption case of the White House project twenty years ago and your Papa's death?"

"And who's that accursed man you're so eager to destroy? Are Dhia and the man related?"

"I don't like people who ask a lot. So better shut up. Because someday you'll know for yourself."

Gio then let out a long sigh, then clucked slowly."Dhia is beautiful, Ga. Her face also seemed to be that she was a gentle woman. It's a pity to be married just to take revenge." she said as she looked at the ceiling of the office room.

"If your revenge is avenged, give Dhia to me. I'll marry her.But remember .. don't poke it. Fear you are afraid again."cerocos Gio until finally he stopped when he found Dirga looking at him with sharp eyes blasting.

"us ... Sorry, sorry, bro. Kidding, kidding ..."he said with a cry."I'm out first, yeah. Mules suddenly."Gio grinned as he held his flat stomach.

"Eleven hours have a meeting. Be careful if you don't come." - Dirga said in a threatening tone.

"OK, safe!"sahut Gio while closing the door.

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"Good day, Mr. Wibido."Sapa Dirga while sitting down followed by Gio who was also sitting next to him. He then put down his briefcase, then took the laptop from inside.

Mr. Wibido smiled."Good day, Mr. Dirga. Wah ... newlyweds are getting more dashing."his god who is met with a thin smile and grunt by Dirga.

"Congratulations on your marriage. At that time I could not attend. Suddenly there's some business out of town."

"It's, okay, sir."Dirga smile.

"OK, how? The plan is ready?"ask Wibido enthusiastically.

""Already, Sir. Here it is ..."Dirga presented the design design of the hotel that he had just completed. Mr. Wibido looks amazed to see it. It was certain that the middle-aged man liked him.

"This is great, Mr. Dirga. I'm sure you can be relied upon."

"Thank you, sir."Dirga smile.

"This design is very good. But why did you choose to plant the trees behind this building. Does this not block the view in every corner of the city?"

"The land in that section happens to be very sloping, sir. If left unchecked, it is feared that it will damage the side of the building if it is continuously exposed to the erosion of rain water."Said Dirga while pointing to the part of the design in question by Mr. Wibido."What else in this city is often a flood."

"So, I prefer to flatten it, and make it into a garden. In addition, these trees can also reduce the occurrence of abrasion so as not to tear down the building."Connect Dirga again.

"Because by chance you choose a place around the city, parks and trees in my opinion can attract visitors. Not only see the city crowd, but they can see the green scenery that makes them like being in a village."Dirga.

Mr. Wibido smiled mangosteen."I don't think I should doubt you anymore. Your ideas are good, Mr. Dirga."

"Thank you, sir."

"OK .. today I decided to work with your company."

"If there are any less suitable. You can contact me directly, sir." said Gio who was sitting there listening.

"Of course, .."so said Wibido while laughing crisply."Okay, looks like this is enough. I'd like to excuse you first. There's still work unfinished" he said, addressing Dirga and Gio.

They happen to be in a restaurant. The clock shows lunch time. Dirga and Gio ordered two meals. While enjoying lunch, a middle-aged man with a distended stomach, entered the restaurant and greeted them. The middle-aged man was Malik Mahendra Hartawiawan.

"Hey, Dirga .. You're here. Can Papa join us?"

Dirga put on a faint smile."Please, Pa."

"How's the office, safe?"ask the middle-aged man.

While Gio was still eating. Without caring for the daughter-in-law who was talking in front of him. Apparently, the man had been holding back hunger. His stomach kept singing asking to be filled. But in terms of meeting important clients, he was forced to wait until the meeting was over.

"Father, Pa."Sahut Dirga.

"Papa hear you are working with the company Wira Citrawisata. Is that true?"

"Where did Papa know?"Dirga squinted.

Malik laughed crisply."Of course Papa knows. Papa is very close to Mr. Wibido. Papa knows from him."

Dirga stared dislike. It felt like he wanted to hit the nose of the man who was laughing in front of him at this moment. But of course it's impossible. Because right now, the plan is just beginning.

Gio noticed the look on that face. His heart wondered. This old man Papa, Dhia ... what does that mean? bathin Gio's. His eyes suddenly opened wide. It seems he understood something. He cursed in his heart because he realized his slow brain.

"I'm sorry, Mr. .. I'm sorry. Go to the toilet for a while." said Gio while grinning.

"O, yes .. please."Malik smiled at Gio.

"You please continue eating. Papa has a little business." - Malik said as he moved and patted Dirga on the shoulder.

Papa's? Dirga hissing.

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Wiwik who was asleep suddenly woke up because he felt part of one of his organs felt tight and wanted to be removed immediately. He hurriedly ran to the bathroom. After feeling more relieved, he came out. How surprised he was to see the clock that was clinging to the wall was showing at eleven o'clock at night.

"Lah .. I overslept a long time ago. It's Dirga's gone home yet, huh?"Wiwik hurriedly walked intending to open the door of the study, but accidentally his net was fixed on Dhia who was asleep on the living room sofa. While on the side there is a beautiful sponge cake on the table.

"If the cake has not been eaten, it means Mas Dirga has not returned, dong from the office."Wiwik let out a long sigh."Poor Ms. Dhia .. tired of making beautiful cakes full of love, eh .... Dirga did not go home."

"Where is this Mas Dirga part, anyway? It's almost midnight, you know."Wiwik sighed again."Mending cake is not simple first, it will be melted down by ants right, baby."Wiwik finally brought the cake to the kitchen and put it in the refrigerator. He then turns around and intends to wake Dhia up, but the sound of the door opening makes his legs stop.

Dirga who had just entered intended to directly put the bag into the study, but the figure of the girl who was sleeping soundly wearing maroon-colored pajamas, stopped her steps.

Why he sleeps here, kayak do not have a room only. Dirga bathin.

The man doesn't seem to care. He even immediately continued the steps to save his briefcase and went back out. But just as he was about to step into the room, the figure of Dhia who was asleep again seized his attention.

Lift, no, lift, no. so mind is weighing.

Dirga clucking."Raise the aide." he said then stepped over to Dhia.

"Nyusahin is you."His grunts grabbed the girl's body and led her to Dhia's room.

Arriving in the room, Dirga immediately laid down the tiny body of the girl, but at the same time, Dhia's hands suddenly hugged Dirga so tightly, he said, until the man lost his balance and fell over his body.

Dirga gasped, Dhia's face so close in front of him. Her net went through every curve of the girl's face. Smooth eyelashes that lined up neatly, nose bangir, and pink ranum lips as if they had hypnotized him. Unknowingly he was getting closer, his eyes closed as if he wanted to give a trace. But apparently the grudges and shadows of the past came back unasked. And that second also managed to restore his consciousness and decide the feeling that had washed away.

Dirga hastily left. He went into his room and slammed the door very hard. Arggh! she screamed as she restored her coarse hair.

"Basic fool!"he swore to himself.