Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

The Honey's Plan

This morning, the beautiful woman was staring at herself in front of the mirror. His appearance was neat. Hijab pashmina has been pinned to cover her head.

Nothing can stop him now. A final decision was made. The documents on the table are now fully entered into his handbag.

Haira stepped out of the inn room. Head to the hotel lobby.

"It's his car rental payment" Haira told a receptionist.

"Good, Mom. Here's the car keys" the receptionist said, handing over a small iron plate associated with the hangers.

Haira grabbed the thing and then stepped towards the outer courtyard of the inn. The parking lot of the car rented by the inn.

Hurrying, he drove the four-wheeled vehicle to the place that was the target of his mission. Dirga Office.

The central government office looked lenient. Probably because it was too early. Some security people were standing guard at the reception desk.

"Who do you want to meet?" asked one of the men after Haira stood before them.

"The head of this office" replied Haira.

"Whose mother and what needs?"

"I'm Mr. Dirga's wife."

"Sir Dirga?"

"Yes, Dirga Mahendra."

"Huh? Is that not wrong, Mom? We know exactly which is Mr. Dirga's wife.

"I'm his second wife."

The two security guards looked at each other. Of course there was a question in the look of their eyes.

"Awhile, Mom. I went to the leader first to ask for his approval, be ready or not to see Mom."

Haira nodded. While a security has walked into the area in the office.

Inside the office head, the security told of the arrival of a woman claiming to be Dirga's second wife. Without thinking for long, he ordered that the woman be confronted with him.

"Mom, let's come with me to Mr. Bambang's room" said the security guard after going out to see Haira again.

"Sir Bambang?" ask Haira.

"Yes, the head of this office" the security guard replied.

Haira nodded then walked following the security steps. Until it reaches the front of a room, the security opens the door and invites Haira to enter. After that it closed it again and passed to the guard table again.

"Good morning, Mom. I am Bambang, the head of this office. Is there anything I can help you with?" greet Mr. Bambang upon arrival Haira in his room.

Haira reached out to Mr. Bambang.

"I am Haira Permatasari, wife of Dirga Mahendra, an employee in this office."

"Previously please sit first" said Mr. Bambang while directing his hand to a chair in front of his desk.

Haira sat there. Before he finally continued his words.

"Mother must be surprised to hear that I am Dirga's wife right?"

"Yes, of course. All we know is that Mr. Dirga's wife is Calya Janalin. And ... we also recognize it," said Mr. Bambang.

"Yes, it's true because I'm Dirga's second wife. We got married a few months ago. Marriage with the consent of his first wife. Both of our parents attended the wedding. I brought the evidence."

Mr. Bambang grabbed the photos, momentarily observing them. Make sure that what is in the picture is indeed the employee.

"Dirga married me to have offspring that his wife could not give. And ... I am now pregnant with Dirga's child, the fruit of our marriage. This is the proof." Haira again pulled something out from inside the envelope.

This time, the pregnancy examination results sheet and photos of her fetal ultrasound. Mr. Bambang again received and observed it.

"Then ... What was your purpose here and showed me all this?" ask Mr. Bambang.

"I just want to demand justice. Before Dirga's first wife came here and reported the no-no, I felt the need to come and tell her the truth. This child I am carrying is very much expected by Dirga and his parents. Meanwhile, Calya couldn't give it to me and now she's keeping the heartache on me. I was only afraid that she would try to get rid of me, and report me as her husband's usurper. In fact, Dirga married me without compulsion, but because she really loved me who was her ex-boyfriend. In addition, because Dirga was also very expecting offspring." Haira explained at length. The expression is made in such a way that anyone who sees it will be sure and believe in the speech.

"Hmm .. I will call Dirga and meet with Mother so that everything is really clear" said Mr. Bambang.

"Alright, sir," said Haira.

Shortly after, Mr. Bambang picked up the phone and contacted someone who was none other than Dirga. A few minutes later, the man knocked on the door and entered the hall.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Yes, Mr. Dirga let's sit down, please" muttered Mr. Bambang.

Dirga stepped towards the chair in front of Mr. Bambang's desk. However, for a moment he turned to the woman who was also sitting there. And after that, it can be ascertained how Dirga's reaction. Astounded.

"Haira?"

The woman whose name was called simply parsed a sinister smile on the edge of her lips.

"What are you doing here?" ask Dirga again.

"Pak Dirga .. sit first," said Mr. Bambang again.

Dirga also obeyed the orders of his superiors. Sit beside Haira.

"Bu Haira came here and claimed to be Mr. Dirga's second wife. Really so?" ask Mr. Bambang.

Dirga. It was as if he had been struck by a sword ready to stab his heart. He did not expect that Haira would do anything so far.

"Answer Mr. Dirga, so that there is no slander in this matter." Mumbles Mr. Bambang jerking Dirga who is still flinching.

"Yes, that's right, sir," Dirga replied slowly.

"Say, this marriage was with the consent of your first wife?" ask Mr. Bambang again.

Dirga went back to silence for a moment before nodding back. "Yes, sir."

"Is it true that this marriage was due to get offspring that Mr. Dirga's first wife could not give?" ask Mr. Bambang again.

However, this time the question invited anger in Dirga's heart. The reason was because Haira had told lies about the reason their marriage happened.

"No, that's ti-"

Not even Dirga finished his words, there was a roar from the woman beside him. Haira as if in the middle of her sobs.

"Mr Haira, calm down. Why are you crying like that?" said Mr. Bambang who was also confused to see what happened to Haira.

"It's hard to say, sir. I came to demand justice. I demand my rights as a wife. I don't want to just be used as a place to make children and then just thrown away" Haira said as she continued to sob.

Dirga was intrigued to see the play being performed by Haira. He never thought that Haira would become this close. Especially to corner Calya in front of his leader.

"Haira .. is this your reward for the sacrifice that Calya and I made?" Dirga muttered softly to Haira. But the woman pretended not to hear and made her cry.