My wife, Dhia
Enough With All Your Signatures

Dhia awakens, as her net flares up as the reflection of the morning sun shines through the large glass of the Penthouse.

"Geez, it's morning."Dhia grabs the alarm clock that already showed at 06:30."I can forget, set an alarm. So no dawn prayers, huh"

Dhia took a long breath.

"But wait, this is how I can get to bed, huh? Not last night ..."You can't be Wiwik, right, the fat one? Do I have my own way?"

"But it's impossible. What is not ..."Dhia's lips are perfectly rounded. It is undeniable that his heart is currently filled with blooming flowers that are poured with morning dew. Suddenly he remembered something.

"Cake!"dhia almost jumped out of bed.

"Oh, no-no."Dhia braked her legs suddenly."Huh, huh!"as he inhaled his own breath.

"Week ...!"

Dhia nausea herself then ran a little into the bathroom"Should wash her face and brush her teeth. No way to say happy birthday with a mouth smell like this." he said as he opened the toothpaste.

" Can Dirga ilfil, again?"dhia said then brushed his white teeth neatly arranged. When he finished, he hurried out.

"Remain, Ma'am?"wiwik asked when he found Dhia opening the refrigerator door in a hurry.

"Where's the cake, Wik?"

"Thank ..."

Wiwik advanced his long lips pointing to the dining table."Wiwik came out of it, Ma'am. It can't be cold-cold with Mas Dirga."

Dhia pinched Wiwik's cheek with anxiety ."You are so good ..."

"Udah, hunted, Ma'am. Meet Mas Dirga to the room." said Wiwik enthusiastically.

Dhia grabbed the cake. But just about to step up, Dirga looks down from the main room to start breakfast.

"Happy birthday!"dhia and Wiwik together. Instead of being warmly welcomed. Dirga actually raised a sharp gaze accompanied by a hardened jaw.

Bugh!

Dhia. Wiwik is like that too. Seeing the cake no longer shaped. Falling silent on the floor.

"Supply, you! Who told you to do all this? Huh uh?"Shouted Dirga with reddened eyes looking at Dhia.

"M-mas Dirga .. i-that, I told Mbak Dhia, Mas."i Wiwik in a nervous voice frightened.

"Mas, you really why the hell, Mas? I just want to give you a surprise but why did you throw that cake?!"dhia asked in a high voice. Dhia can't take it anymore. For him Dirga this time has really gone too far.

"I hate birthdays!"

"But why, Mom?!"

"I said hate, yeah, hate! You know what?!"shout Dirga. No matter though the girl's round netra has almost spilled her feather.

"And I remind you. Until then, I will never be able to love you!"dirga. Then left Dhia who was still standing withstanding the pain, hurt and disappointment.

The clear thread that had peeked before was finally unstoppable again. It was as if he thought of her as a worthless woman. Somehow it's how to make that guy accept it. Dhia is desperate. His power fortress became fragile right then and there.

"Mbak, Dhia .. sorryin, Wiwik, yes."Wiwik rubbed the injured girl's back."Wiwik doesn't know it's gonna be like this."

"Wiwik also never knew that Mas Dirga did not like to be celebrated by birthdays. Wiwik really, really ... sorry."Wiwik clenched his palms together with regret.

Dhia shrank her tears and rubbed her wet bangir nose."It's nothing, Wik. I'll go to the room first."

Wiwik.

At 10:00 am, it looks like students and management majors have gathered to carry out the final semester exam. In the corner of the room, Dhia was sitting.

"After graduation, do you want to work or continue with S2?"tanya Yuli opens her voice to Dhia, Dini, and Amel.

"I am, really, directly working. You see my Papa has given me a special position in his office." said Dini arrogantly.

"Wiiih, cool, dong? If I wanted to marry you straight away, then. You see the Doni really want to ngajak-ngajak wedding. Uh, I mean, marriage." said Amel.

"Didih, tell me you're a kebellet."Said Yuli who was greeted with laughter by Dini. While Amel shy while smashing lips on Yuli and Dini.

"If you are, Dhi?"ask Amel.

"I ..."Dhia's confused."Don't know yet." said finally.

"Dhi, what's wrong with you? you kept on talking?"tanya Yuli who was from earlier had already noticed Dhia.

"You sick?"

Dhia.

"Your eyes are also puffy."Amel.

"No. Maybe it's just a lack of sleep. Last night, most of them were studying."Dhia lied.

"Oh, that's it."Say all three in unison.

After a while, a teacher entered the class. Everything was silent after the buzzing sound that had been echoing continued to fill the room.

Dhia, the girl is trying to calm down. Try to concentrate in order to finish the exam with good results. By separating the series of events that just happened this morning.

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Flickering stars that are usually bright tonight are like hiding. The moon is like that too. Closed by a sudden cloudiness. Dirga was still standing on the top floor of his penthouse. See the lights of vehicles that go back and forth in the middle of the city crowd. Sipping warm tea, he let a gust of wind play spoiled his face. And finally choose to enter when the raindrops begin to wet the earth.

Dirga went downstairs intending to put the rest of the tea into the kitchen. The net swept every corner of the room with the luxurious interior design. And he just realized something was different. He did not see and hear the voice of the girl who had inflamed him since morning.

"Where is Dhia?"dirga asked as Wiwik passed in front of him.

"Wiwik doesn't know, Mom. Madam Dhia has not come home since. Wiwik also called uda, but his number could not be reached."Said Wiwik with a restless face.

Without the ba-bi-bu, Dirga rushed up to the main room. Then come out again with a body that has been wrapped in a dark blue leather jacket.

"Loh, loh, loh ... Where's Dirga going?"wiwik asked as the fat-haired man walked with long strides.

"You don't sleep yet. If Dhia comes back directly call me."tell Dirga while continuing the steps.

"Where the hell, Madam Dhia. How come Wiwik gets so agitated, yeah."

"O Allah, meet with Mas Dirga Dhia. And may Madam Dhia not why, O Allah."Wiwik put both his hands together."Aamiin's."

"Where the hell, you, Dhi ... Ngambek, ngambek aja. Do not bother people like gini, dong."grutu Dirga when already in the car. The black sedan car slid from Senopati Penthouse, to jl. Srivijaya raya.

Dirga sharpens the netra looking for Dhia amid the heavy rain that continues to wet the earth. Along the way, there was no sight of people passing by. Only a few cars crossed.

"Is it possible that he went home to his parents?"Dirga.

It could be this bad, if his parents know that I've made Dhia run away, they may be suspicious.

Ahsaq ... Dhia!

Along the way, Dirga's eyes catch a girl who is not familiar to him. The girl wearing a light blue midi dress was sitting alone in a long chair in the head of a bookstore.

He is, right, Dhia. The girl looked ordinary when she saw a car stop at a distance of two meters in front of her. But finally he was stunned when he saw a man who came down from the black car, while carrying an umbrella without motive in his right hand.

"Come, go home!"invite Dirga with a voice that still seems cold.

Dhia did not answer. It seems that the girl still harbors disappointment.

"When are you here?"ask Dirga

"You are angry with me, angry with me. But don't let it go home like this, dong. Sitting alone in this quiet."

"Aren't you afraid that there are more thugs bothering you?!"

Dhia raised her face looking at Dirga cynically"What care are you, Mas? Why would I go home if you couldn't accept me."

"Continue going where? Go home to your parents, let me be wronged, will you?"

Dhia did not answer.

"Udah dong, don't be like a kid."

Dhia breathed deeply. He walked away and left Dirga. Do not mind even though the rain still continues to flutter and directly wet his body.

"Where are you going?"dirga asked while balancing the steps of the girl. Trying to cover Dhia with an umbrella. But it failed because Dhia still continues to walk.

"Dhya!"Dirga pulls Dhia's arm.

"Let go, Mas!"dhia exclaimed with a body that was already soaked.

"Enough, Dhia!"

"I should have said that, Mom!"Dhia turned around while looking at Dirga with a look of disappointment."Enough with your cold attitude that's been making me not understand."

"In front of people, in front of Mama and Papa you are being nice to me. But you actually hate me. Enough, Mas. Pretty much all your theatrics."Dhia shouted even though rainwater continued to drench her face and her entire body.

Dirga silenced for a moment. At that time, Dhia chose to leave. He did not know where the steps would lead his feet.

"Dhya!"

Dhia did not want to answer.

At that time, without ba-bi-bu Dirga immediately dropped her umbrella. Chasing, then carrying the girl's cold body towards the car. No matter if Dhia continues to rebel and screams to be released.