Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Sacrifice of Heart

The wall clock shows at 21:00 WIT. Calya looks agitated staring at the screen of her phone. Several times he dialed Dirga number but only the voice of the operator he heard that the number was inactive.

How Calya is not agitated, should now Dirga has arrived in Jakarta and should have given him the news. Her restless heart made the air tonight feel hot for her. Calya stepped out onto the porch. The sky looks forward to the stars to cheer him up tonight.

Criittt.... Pip .. pip....

The sound of a motorcycle brake accompanied by the sound of his horn suddenly startled Calya from her daydream. Calya looked at the motorcycle. A man came down and then opened his helmet.

"Hi Mother Dirga, how come these nights daydream on your own porch anyway?" The man greeted Calya.

"You?! Eh..sorry Father?" Calya seems misbehaved after realizing that the man who came was the man who had fought with her on the streets, who turned out to be her husband's field boss in the office. "I'm not daydreaming, just inside it's a little hot so look for the wind outside."

"How come the wind itself? Not a nemenin?"

"Theirga is going to Jakarta, sir."

"Dinas to Jakarta? In what order? How do I not know?"

"Lho the hell time you don't know? But he said it was sudden, this morning can the phone keep the sore departing."

"Oh so yeah." Praba seemed to frown, like something was stuck in his mind, but he did not want to continue the conversation about Dirga's departure to Jakarta.

"Self why are the nights here?"

"Dirga's mother is still cynical to me. I want to check the house next door, starting tomorrow I move to the house to be closer to the office. My official house is now a bit far away, after all I'm alone, so if you live here there can be a chat friend."

"Cynic? Just the feeling of my father. I used to, besides, I had also forgotten about the incident at that time."

"Have forgotten but what is it called? Yes, Miss Dirga, I want to enter the house first, want to check the condition first." Praba said as he passed towards the official house which was right next to the house occupied by Dirga and Calya.

"Be careful, sir, the house has been empty for a long time. Usually the empty house has many looks." Calya spoke as she glanced towards Praba who was walking. Hearing Calya's words, Praba immediately turned his face to Calya. Surprised by Praba's gaze, Calya immediately turned her back and entered the house and closed the door. Praba then smiled and shook his head.

Calya who was already inside the house for a moment peeking from the window curtain, he saw that Praba had entered the house, the lights inside were already visible. Calya looked back at the screen of her phone, pushed back Dirga's phone number, but still only the voice of the operator she heard.

***

"www... Uhh..." Haira seemed to be holding her chest, her breathing sounds like a gasp.

"Haira! Haira's... You why? Haira!!!" Dirga immediately ran from the direction of the sink to Haira's bed. The sound of Dirga's rather loud screams rang out to the outside of the room. Mr. Broto, Ms. Broto and Mirna immediately entered the room.

"What's up with Dirga? Haira why?" Ask Mr. Broto.

"Jeez, Mirna quick press the button, get the doctor here." Bu Broto was shocked after seeing Haira who had difficulty breathing. Mirna immediately pressed the button that was on the top side of the bed. A man dressed as a doctor and a woman dressed as a nurse entered the room.

"Doctor, please look at Haira she's like she's short of breath again." Mr. Broto said when he saw the doctor and nurse coming in.

"Try me a check. All right, Father and Mother, please come out for a moment, I'll check the patient's condition first."

Everyone in the room came out except the doctor and the nurse. About fifteen minutes the doctor and nurse did an examination and action to Haira, and now they came out of the room.

"Doctor how is my son?" Mr. Broto seemed hasty to ask the question when he saw the doctor was in front of him.

"Haira again experienced tightness because her emotions were unstable. It seemed like there had just been an incident that made his emotions become like that. I ask her family to now be able to keep Haira's emotions stable, if necessary do things that can make her happy. For Haira operation, we give 3 days from now. Haira's heart condition must be operated on immediately, we ask that Father and Mother can convince Haira to undergo the operation. We took action to calm him down. Now let him rest."

"Good Doc. We will do anything for the recovery of our child. Thank you Doc."

The doctor and nurse left them.

"Sir Dirga, what happened?" Mr. Broto turned to Dirga who had been silent.

"Haira... Her... She wanted to be my wife before she died, Om."

"Then what did Nak Dirga say?"

"I'm not saying anything, I don't know what to say, Om. Dirga only washed his face because he felt tired. Suddenly Haira was short of breath."

"Son Dirga. Om is willing to exchange Om's property for Haira's life and happiness. Please..."

"I mean Om? Would help?"

"Nak Dirga understood Om's intent. Please marry Haira."

Mr. Broto's fixed gaze made Dirga's heart beat fast. Dirga remained silent not knowing what to say. Like eating simalakama fruit, that was all he had in mind. On the one hand Dirga wanted to help Haira, but on the other hand Haira's request could not be fulfilled. Dirga doesn't want to hurt Calya. If you marry Haira, it means that Dirga is polygamous. No, Calya would never want to be polygamous. Calya will definitely leave Dirga.

"Noooo!" Thinking Calya was about to leave left her Dirga immediately shouted.

"Son Dirga. Dirga boy!" Mr. Broto jerking Dirga's body.

"Om, there's no way I'm marrying Haira, I already have a wife."

"Polygamy is not forbidden in religion."

"I'm a state apparatus Om."

"If your wife agrees, it won't matter."

"agreed? Calya couldn't have agreed. I don't want to and won't be able to hurt Calya. I don't want to lose him, Om."

"But soon we'll all lose Haira. Om, just wanted to give him happiness in his last moment."

"Tante will meet your wife Nak Dirga." Suddenly Mrs Broto who had been silent spoke.

"Walking Calya?" Dirga asked with doubt.

"Yes, tomorrow morning we go to the city where you work. Aunty will meet your wife and talk to her. When a woman with a woman speaks, Aunt is sure she will be able to accept and give her consent. Now it all depends on Nak Dirga, is Nak Dirga himself willing to marry Haira?"

Dirga took a breath and began to answer the question. "Well Aunt, I've come to Haira's aid, if this is to be her last request I'll fulfill, but only if Calya agrees."

Hearing Dirga's reply a smile rose on Mr. Broto, Ms. Broto and Mirna's faces. At least a glimmer of hope for Haira's happiness had emanated.

***

Dirga and Bu Broto have arrived at the city where Dirga's duties are. They arrived by plane from Jakarta. The taxi they were riding in now drove them to the Dirga service home.

"Auntie wait in the taxi first. I went in first to meet Calya. When I'm out of the house and calling, Auntie just came in." Dirga said to Ms. Broto before getting off the taxi which was answered with a nod from Ms. Broto.

Dirga walked down the courtyard of the house and upon arrival at the door, Dirga immediately knocked on him.

"Assynoltom... Honey, open the door."

"Waalaikum... The darling? You're back yet?" Calya looks shocked after opening the door and finds her husband standing in front of her now. Calya quickly hugged her husband's body which was met with a tight hug from Dirga. "I called you from last night, but you're not active. I'm worried about you why-why. But how come it's back now? He said it's been three days?"

"We go in first yuk Cal, time to talk in front of the gini door."

"Dear, I made you some warm tea first." Calya walks into the kitchen, picks up a cup and starts making warm tea.

Dirga walked after Calya, suddenly hugging Calya's body from behind. Calya who was stirring the tea was shocked.

"How do you hug the Ga? You miss, huh? Just one day went. Just drink it." Calya turned her body and thrust out the cup containing the warm tea.

Dirga grabbed the cup and covered it. Dirga took a breath after a mouthful of warm tea flowed down his throat.

"Caly... I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? Ohh because last night you weren't active? It must be you are too busy with your activities until you have no time to be active, right? It's okay, baby, the important thing is that now you're home. I know for sure your activities were finished last night, continued the dawn immediately quickly back. You can at least bear to separate for a long time with me." Calya said as she wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. Dirga welcomes Calya's body and lands a kiss on her forehead.

"Huh? Wh who? Who are you coming with?"

"Wait a minute, I'll take her in."

Dirga walked to the outside of the house, Calya followed him from behind to the door. Dirga continued to walk out of the fence, and before long he had come back with a middle-aged woman.

"Let's aunt, come in." Dirga let the woman who came with him into the house. Calya's waiting there. He greeted the guest with a sweet smile.

"Please sit Aunty, sorry her house is just like this. Aunty came with Dirga from Jakarta huh?"

"Thank you, son. Yes, I came with Dirga."

"Oh, Auntie and Dirga do know each other?" Calya asked with a slightly confused face as she had never met the woman at all.

"Yes we've known each other for a long time."

"Oh so, well Aunt sit down for a while, I make a drink first, Aunt must be tired after the trip." Calya then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm tea for her guests. Soon he came back and served the drink he had made, then he sat down beside Bu Broto.

"Thank you, Calya."

"Did Auntie know my name?"

"Yes aunty knows from Nak Dirga."

Moments later Broto held Calya's face, rubbing her cheek in front of her. "It turns out you're very sweet, and you're also a good woman. Your name is Calya which means perfect. Your parents didn't choose the wrong name, you're the perfect woman. Aunty now knows why Nak Dirga chose you."

"Auntie could have. But... what is the relationship between Tente and Dirga? Is this aunt Dirga? No, you never told me that?" Calya turned her eyes to Dirga, but Dirga did not answer a word, Dirga just lowered her head.

"Y...! I was asked, just shut up?"

"Son Calya, aunt and Dirga are not related."

"Lho..so? Aunt and Dirga?"

"Tante is Haira's mother."

"Haira?!" Calya's eyes were wide. That name, Haira was a familiar name to him. Yes, Haira is Dirga's ex-lover, her husband. Then why is Mama Haira now here, in her home, in front of her. Calya's heart was pounding irregularly, like a hunch something was going to happen to her today.

"Yes Nak Calya. Aunty is Mama Haira, Dirga's former lover. Nak Calya may be wondering what auntie came here for and why auntie came with Dirga. Aunty will explain everything, but earlier auntie begs Nak Calya to listen without emotion."

"Yes Aunt, Calya needs an explanation."

"Haira is now being treated in hospital. His condition is critical, he suffers from a heart condition. The doctor requires immediate surgery. But Haira always refused, Haira felt there was no reason to live again, but every day the name he always called was the name Nak Dirga. We as parents will certainly do anything for the recovery of our child, so we contacted Nak Dirga and asked him to come to Jakarta to see Haira. We hope Nak Dirga can help us persuade Haira to undergo surgery."

"What's? Dirga to Jakarta to meet Haira?" Calya's gaze turned towards Dirga. Dirga was still unable to look at Calya's face. "So this is what your apology meant?" Dirga still lowered his head and remained silent.

"Son Calya please don't be mad at Nak Dirga. He just wants to help us. Listen son, however the doctor has sentenced Haira's age will not be long. The doctor only gave us three days for Haira to have this surgery. If not..." Ms. Broto was unable to continue her words, only a whiff of a voice came out now.

"Alright Aunt, Calya has forgiven Dirga's lies if it is like that. Calya was sorry for what happened to Haira. Means after Dirga's arrival to meet Haira, now Haira's been operated on?"

Ms. Broto shook her head. Calya understands the meaning of discussing Bu Broto's body.

"Yet, why? Aunty came here with Dirga leaving Haira, but why hasn't Haira had surgery? Didn't my aunt come here to explain Dirga's arrival to Jakarta so I wouldn't get mad at Dirga?"

"Haira hasn't had surgery before her final wish is fulfilled by Dirga."

"Last wish?" Calya frowned.

"Haira wants to be Dirga's wife."

"What?! Wife?"

"Son Calya please aunt. This is Haira's last wish. At least this surgery will extend his life a little. We want to be with Haira longer, but if no surgery is done, Haira's age is only in a matter of days. Nak Dirga will only marry Haira in series. You are still his rightful wife. Son Calya is a woman just like aunty, definitely understand the feelings of aunty at this time. How a child is to a mother is everything."

The kid? Calya seemed to be suffocating hearing that word. The child was something he had not given to Dirga during their two years of marriage. Calya looked back at the face of Dirga who was still looking down. There are a lot of questions to ask her husband, but not here.

"Ga, I want to talk to you. Let's go back a minute. Auntie please wait here first." Calya pulled her husband's hand. He kept walking through the kitchen and out in the back yard of their house.

"Dirga Mahendra, look at my face!"

Dirga raised her face, looking at Calya's face that was staring at her with sharp eyes.

"You went to Jakarta after you lied to me, and now you come back with a slogan to incite even deeper wounds. You realize that Ga? Why are you silent? Is it because you promised them? You promised that wedding? You want it? Do you still love him? Answer Dirga Mahendra!" Calya's emotions were unstoppable again, her voice sounded trembling and loud. Dirga grabbed Calya's body, hugged tightly to his wife's body which is now shaking because of the sobbing.

Praba who was in the kitchen heard Calya's loud voice earlier walked out of the house, behind the bamboo fence that borders his house with Dirga and Calya's house, he can see clearly what happened.

"Theirga has arrived? Calya why is she crying? Maybe they are fighting." Praba turned his body about to enter the house, but when Calya's loud voice was heard again, Praba jolted and was glued in place on his foot.

"You're going to marry her Ga? Answer!" Calya tried to let go of Dirga's embrace.

"Haira needs that operation Cal. And only if I marry her will she be operated on."

"You're not Dirga's angel. The life of the dead man is determined. It's not that you marry her that she'll heal and come back to life."

"Life is determined, but there is a way, there is an effort, there is a path of destiny. Maybe it's our destiny to be allowed to help Haira."

"Help him by hurting me?"

"I never wanted to hurt you, Cal. After marrying her and having her operated on, I'll come back to you. He's going back to his family. At least his last wish was done, and if it made him happy, wouldn't it be a reward for us especially for you Cal. Only a strong woman can do this, and maybe God chose you because He knows you can. This polygamy is only to help Haira and her family. There was not the slightest intention of me leaving you. I wouldn't be able to live without you, Calya."

"You promise Ga? You promise after she gets operated on you'll be back to me soon? You promise there will be no more relationship between you even if you are married? You promise you won't leave me because of him? You promised Ga?"

Calya's sobs made every word that came out of her mouth like a roaring moan.

"I promise Cal. I promise." Dirga hugged his wife again, but this time while bringing Calya into the house.

Praba who had been glued behind the bamboo fence took his breath while patting his own head. "Polygamy? Dirga will polygamy? Caly..."

***

"Tante, let's go. We can fly by plane this afternoon back to Jakarta." Dirga said to Broto after she and Calya returned to the living room.

"You mean Dirga? We go back to Jakarta and Nak Dirga...?"

"Yes Aunty, and Dirga is getting married to aunty's son." Calya answered Ms. Broto's question.

"What's? Alhamdulillahot. Thank you, Kathy. Your heart is so big. May Allah repay your kindness, give you happiness many times the happiness that Haira will feel."

"Aamiinu. Equally Aunt. My happiness is my husband, and I hope he won't forget his promises." Calya looked at Dirga and Dirga replied to her with a nod of her head.

"We go first Cal. You're fine at home. I'll be right back when it's all over." Dirga kissed Calya's forehead which was greeted with Calya's embrace.

"Go back soon."

"Acuse me, son Calya, thank you once again. Aunty and family will never forget the kindness of Nak Calya." Broto walked over to Calya, held by Calya's hand and held her by the woman's body.

Dirga and Ms. Broto walked out into the taxi that was still waiting since. Calya followed to the page. She stood looking at the departure of the taxi carrying her husband's body until it was no longer visible from her sight.

But Calya continued to stand with a pushy gaze that may now have been empty and slowly darkened. At first glance he felt his body staggering backwards and a human figure swiftly caught him. In a faint light he saw the figure, but his vision grew dimmer and he was finally unable to see it again. Calya was unconscious. Fainted.

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