Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Suddenly Home

"What, Dir? We're back today? Sure enough, it's only the second day, our honeymoon is three days, all paid for by Papa. And ... Our plane tickets should be tomorrow afternoon, right?" Haira grumbled at Dirga.

"If you still want to stay here it's up to you. I'll be back today. And ... I am back to my place of duty, not to your place in Jakarta" said Dirga while putting clothes in his suitcase.

"You ... Why did you take care of me, Dir?" lirih Haira's.

"Group? Then what's the name I did to Calya? Not just the heart, but the evil!" henta Dirga's.

"I'm also your wife, Dir!" chirps Haira.

"You have to be aware, however, to be the second it can not choose let alone force," said Dirga.

There was no other choice for Haira but to pack her things and join Dirga.

The taxi took them to Ngurah Rai Airport. They will fly the same plane to Jakarta. Haira will descend there, and Dirga will continue to travel by other aircraft to the city of his duty.

"Call me after you arrive, Dir ..." Haira told Dirga after they disembarked at Jakarta airport.

Dirga did not answer. Roman's face remained flat until Haira passed towards the exit. Dirga returned to the airport lounge for the next flight.

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Tok ... tok ....

The door of Calya's house was knocked. Calya opened the door.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Praba .. How did you come? It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon" said Calya.

"I'm sorry, I had a lot of work. Understandably, Dirga has not returned, so all I have to handle myself" said Praba.

"Oh .. I guess Mr. Praba forgot my promise to go home to taste my chicken soup. Continue ... Mr Praba has eaten yet?" ask Calya.

"Yes not yet. Let alone to eat, just breathe like there is no time because of the accumulation of work. Emm .. I can't forget the promise to Miss Dirga. Honestly ... chicken soup was always imagined when I was working earlier," muttered Praba.

"Yes, let's go in. Mr. Praba eat here only. Pity if you eat at home, then Mr. Praba must wash the dishes again even though he is still tired," said Calya while inviting Praba to come with him to the kitchen.

After Praba sat on the dining chair, Calya started preparing the cutlery for Praba. The chicken soup was on the table. Praba began to spoon the food onto his plate and began to enjoy it.

"How good is it not, sir?" ask Calya.

"Hmm ... How is it? Should I be honest?" praba Reply.

"Yes have to dong" said Calya.

"But Miss Dirga can't be angry ...."

"Yes no. Precisely if there is something to be corrected yes I will be more happy again, so that tomorrow-tomorrow the taste of this cuisine is more perfect," said Calya.

"Okay .. in my opinion ... Miss Dirga can already open warteg," muttered Praba.

"meaning?" ask Calya.

"Yes because the taste of this cuisine is good, so Miss Dirga can already open warteg," said Praba.

"Kok warteg anyway, sir. Delightful little dong, restaurant what restaurant so ..." grumbled Calya.

"Hum .. don't sulk dong. Yes, we will join to open a restaurant together. Ma'am himself, I'm his servant" said Praba.

Hearing Praba's words, suddenly Calya tingled and laughed out loud. Likewise Praba who is also amused by his own words.

"Calya?! A praba?!"

A voice suddenly resounded, startling Calya and Praba. Instantly they looked at the newly arrived figure. At that moment, Calya's eyes widened, staring fixedly at the face of the man she knew.

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