My wife, Dhia
Go to sleep, I'm Here

Dirga and Dhia enter the Penthouse. The two were startled by the presence of a pair of middle-aged women and men who were seen already sitting on the living room sofa.

"Mama, Papa here?"Dirga put on a face that was made as calm as possible although there is no denying that he was so stunned.

Rossa stood up. He seemed to wonder why the pair of children and his daughter-in-law looked soaked.

While Malik, the middle-aged man was seen sitting casually."Yes, Ga. We just came home to see Papa's friend at the Hospital. Actually, we wanted to go home. But, suddenly in the middle of the road there was a fallen tree right on the road."

"Absolutely cannot pass. Because the evacuation's not finished."

"Forced, Papa turned around and decided to stay one night at your Penthouse. It's nothing, right?"Malik raised his eyebrows.

"Staying?"dirga asked a little surprised.

"Yes. Can, right?"

"O, b-can, dong, Pa."dirga says.

"Where did you guys end up? why is it so wet?"ask Rossa this time.

"E-this, we ..."

"We're from the store, the book, Ma. Suddenly, his car broke down. So stop checking for a second. Coincidentally don't bring an umbrella, it's soaking wet, deh."Dhia slashed Dirga's sentence.

"Walah .. must be exciting, right, Ma'am. Like in Indian movies, that is. Play rain."

"Romantic, definitely."Wiwik smiled shyly.

Dhia smiled faintly. Sarat will be forced.

While Dirga, the man looks furious like he wants to menoyor the head of his assistant, right now.

"Yes, you guys get dressed quick. Later can catch a cold later."Rossa looked at Dhia and Dirga alternately.

"Well, Ma." said Dhia. The girl wanted to step into her room. But suddenly Dirga pulls her arm and takes Dhia to the main room. Dhia understands. It's time for the show. Her thought.

"Bathletic hunt. Injunctive. I also want to take a shower." said Dirga when he saw Dhia just standing with a pale face.

"Dress, me?"Dhia asked doubtfully.

"God." grumbled Dirga with a furious face. He grabbed his phone and called Wiwik.

"This is why, um Dirga called, called."Mumbled Wiwik while making warm tea in the kitchen."Wong just called ya, can, really."

...Mas Dirga Ganteng's...

...📞...

...Calling ......

Wiwik immediately stopped and picked up the call from Dirga."Yes, Mr. Dirga. What's up?"

Please get Dhia's clothes, and take them straight to my room.

Wiwik smiled meaningfully with his funny face when he heard the request of his employer."Ready, Mr. Dirga. Anything else?"

Same this ... please get rid of all Dhia stuff. There's nothing left. I don't want Mama Rossa and her husband to suspect that me and Dhia don't sleep in one room.

It's up to you to put where. The important thing is not to be discovered.

"O-okay. Ready, Mr. Dirga. The order was executed."

Scribbles!

Tut, tut, tut ...

"This is her employer or me, anyway? It's good to play mutus-mutusin call first." said Dirga annoyed.

Arriving at Dhia's room, Wiwik immediately opened the wardrobe. He began to sort out the clothes neatly arranged in there. His ignorant brain suddenly acted.

"This is Ms. Dhia has no leger, leg .. legery ...."

Wiwik clucked while scratching his non-itchy head.

"What the hell, it's called a nightgown that's a fine rope like that thread, you know." He's still looking."Nothing, yes."

Of the many polite and covered clothes that he missed, the net was finally fixed on satin materials such as dusty colored lingerie located at the very corner of the closet. Like it's never been worn. Because it looks clear the price bandrol still hangs there.

"Well, here it is."Wiwik's eyes sparkled."Although not very thin, but Wiwik sure Mas Dirga must be hot cold if you see Mbak Dhia wear this."Wiwik laughed giggling.

Wiwik then turned on the ornamental table where there are some beauty tools owned, Dhia.

Dert, dert, dert ....

"Ouch, amused."chicit Wiwik as he quickly picked up the phone from inside his pajama pocket."Yes, Dirga."

Where's clothes? Long time, anyway? dirga's voice sounded emotional.

"I-yes, Mas Dirga for a moment."Wiwik hastily scanned all the objects on the top of the dresser into a small box, without exception. Turn it into one. Then put it in the closet, then lock it.

The sound of the main room door being knocked.

"A long time, you." asked Dirga when he opened the door.

"Sorry, Dirga. He said it had to be all loaded. Yes, if Wiwik is flat, but if someone misses how? It could be later."

"Most of your stories."

Wiwik.

"Are you sure they didn't see?"

"Yakin, Mum ... People don't get into my clothes, this is loh, Mas." said Wiwik while pointing towards his sleep pajamas that are sedentary."Where does anyone see."

"So why don't you tell me they came? You should not panic like this. You know for yourself, there are only three rooms in this Penthouse."

"So there's no way your room I'm telling those who are empathetic."omel Dirga at length.

"Yes sorry, Mas .. because Wiwik did not know that they would go. If nginep right, Wiwik must solve everything."

"You, yes, keep answering me when I say."

"Kan Mas Dirga. How, anyway?"Wiwik again moved his lips.

"Content with Dhia her clothes. He's in the bathroom."

"Then you take them to Dhia's room."

"Ready, Mr. Dirga. The order was executed."Wiwik put up a respectful attitude.

The woman with the nose pointed into it immediately gave the clothes she brought to Dhia. Then go back out and close the door.

"Chi."Wiwik. The shadow of the first night in the master room made his brain travel everywhere."Wik, wik, wik ..."

"Wi, wik, wik." he hummed a little while walking to the living room to meet Rossa and Malik.

In the bathroom, Dhia looked at the lingerie with a length above the knee, which Wiwik had just given.

"Geez, Wik."lirih Dhia doesn't believe."This kid must have deliberately wanted to touch me, deh, I guess."

"Where might I wear this in front of Mas Dirga. There he thinks that I'm gonna tease him on purpose."

"What are you doing inside?! Long time just a shower."Dirga shouted inside the soundproof room.

Dhia let out a long breath while clucking. Not wanting to answer at all.

Chequek!

Dirga who was standing in front of a large glass overlooking the city view, immediately turned around when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"Old, really ...."

The flap-haired man seemed to want to protest, but the one was stunned, his lips clenched, speechless. His gaze locked onto Dhia who was standing like she was uncomfortable. He could swallow. His body is currently wrapped in a damp cloth due to the rain that had watered it, like draining a warm sting that makes his body feel hot.

"Aren't there any other clothes?"dirga asked after his consciousness had gathered.

"Wiwik is just saying this, Mas." said Dhia with a face flushed with embarrassment.

Dirga.

Watch out for you, Wiwik ...! sumpat Dirga in the heart. Then walk right past Dhia and into the bathroom.

Inside, Dirga stands right under the shower. Letting the water erode the heat that is still spread throughout his body. Dirga is a real man. Undeniably, being in a room only alone with a girl, let alone a girl like Dhia. The girl's petite body and white skin managed to spread a strange passion that disturbed her maleness.

I do not know how long he stood under the shower that continues to flow. Until finally he decided to come out when it felt everything was back to normal at his temperature.

Dirga out of the dressing room. Currently, he was already wearing dark-colored sleeping pajamas. When he was about to step towards the bed, his nether caught Dhia who had fallen asleep on the sofa with her body curled up like cold. There was a stop at his sense of hearing, a voice like delirium.

The sound came from the direction of the sofa. Unmistakably, it was a delusion that came out from the little lips of the girl. Dirga was approaching.

Ma, ma,

Ma, ma,

Mama, mama,

Igau Dhia with closed eyes, pale face, and cold sweat that soaked the forehead.

Dirga hissing."You spoiled child."

Dirga Want to fix the position of Dhia pillow. Because seeing the girl's head was too low and made her neck bend. But when his swift hand touched the girl's skin, Dirga gasped because she felt the temperature of Dhia's body was hot.

"Geez, you, have a fever?"the back of Dirga's hand touched Dhia's forehead. He rushes to reach Dhia's body, taking her to the bed to make the girl feel more comfortable.

For a moment Dirga looked confused. But after that he immediately walked out like he wanted to take something.

In another room, precisely in Dhia's room. Rossa was standing watching every corner of the room with the luxurious interior design. In the right corner there, there is a bathroom with a size that is quite spacious. In front of it stands a white, fairly large wardrobe next to a king size bed. There is also a sofa facing a television measuring 40 inc.

But other than that, there was something that caught his attention even more, right behind him before turning around. One beautiful vase contains a series of white roses, neatly arranged on a table that matches the color of the flower.

"This is, right, Dhia's favorite flower?"Rossa touched the white rose that gave off that distinctive fragrance." Why are you in this room?"

Roossa did not want to think far, he also stepped up to want to sleep immediately. But the side of his white foot that was no longer tight, accidentally stepped on an object that was side by side between the dresser and the bed. He leaned over, trying to grab the thing. A lipstick with a well-known brand that he is quite familiar with.

"Dhia always wears this. And the color ..."Rossa opened the little lid."It's also Dhia's favorite soft color."

Why is it in this room?

Did they sleep apart all this time? Rossa gulps.

What ...

Rossa breathed a heavy sigh.

He finally decided to sleep. Doesn't want his brain to be wracked with thoughts he can't imagine.

While in the kitchen, Dirga took hot water and mixed it a little with normal temperature water, which he had previously provided in a medium-sized bowl. Then switch to take a small fabric made of velvet from the stainless shelf that is right next to it. Then turned around, walking towards the main room.

In the guest room, limited lighting. Because as usual, when about to sleep Wiwik turn off the lights almost in every room. There is something strange, when about to climb the stairs, the tail of Dirga's eyes caught a shadowy figure like he had just come out of his private workspace.

He immediately turned on the lamp which was very close from where he was standing at this time.

"Papa."

The middle-aged man was aghast at the lights, but soon turned quiet.

"Why is this here?"Dirga.

"E-masksudku, why hasn't Papa slept."ralatnya.

"Oh, Papa was just looking around. Your workspace, great. It's so comfortable to be in there."Malik smiled as he pointed his hand at the minimalist black workroom door.

"What's this?"malik asked the thing in Dirga's hand.

"Compress for Dhia. Looks like she had a fever from the rain earlier, Pa."

"O, good it ..."

"Go ... Dhia should be immediately compressed. Let the heat come down immediately" said Malik.

"Papa's going to the room. It's sleepy."Malik smiled faintly as he patted Dirga's shoulder before moving on.

Dirga is still standing. He looked at the middle-aged man's back until it disappeared into the bedroom door.

The sound of water falling into the container. Dirga put the damp warm cloth right on Dhia's forehead. The girl was still asleep, but looked agitated.

Mas,

Dhia is back to delirious. But this time it wasn't the 'Mama' he called.

You ... evil ....

Wicked ....

He said again unconsciously while moving restlessly.

You, nasty ... Mas ....

Dhia's breathing irregular accompanied by a clear circle that dotted at the corner of his closed eyes.

Mas,

Dirga. In that instant, Dirga's heart trembled. He looked at Dhia closely. It was clear that the sealed girl had harbored wounds over her treatment all this time. He immediately removed the translucent beads that were dripping on the white face, but at the same time, Dhia who was unconscious grabbed Dirga's right hand and hugged him. At that time Dhia was calm.

Dhia's body is still hot. The current position does not allow Dirga to continue compressing. Her bare hands without being asked rubbed Dhia's shoulders gently like she was trying to keep the girl calm as she was about to pull her arm.

Sssss .. ssss ....

As soon as his voice whispered soothingly.

Dirga repeated compressing Dhia's forehead. Then touch that white forehead. This is the umpteenth time, always so and keep repeating. And finally stop when it feels hot in the body Dhia has been reduced.

Dhia. Her body is currently only wrapped by lingerie with a length above the knee that Dirga finds challenging. How not, the white skin was exposed high enough to the point that Dirga had to throw his face every time he accidentally saw it.

Dirga wants to pull the blanket and intends to cover Dhia's body. But the position of the blanket struck by Dhia's body makes him go awry. He finally decided to take the blanket and closed his eyes.

Mas,

Again, Dhia is delirious. Dirga sat back down. Taking place right on the side of Dhia. Lean on the bed wall while patting the girl's shoulders softly.

"Sleep .. I'm here." said Dirga calming. He looked at the girl's face, watching closely. Unasked, his fingers moved, rubbing the smooth cheeks gently.

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh.

Dhia ...

lithiria.