Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

The Friend

"My wife is fine, and so is her baby. Lucky because when falling, there is no impact that can cause trauma to the contents of the Father's wife. I have prescribed some vitamins. After resting, you will return to your usual activities" replied the doctor.

"That means, now that my wife can go home?"

"Yes, of course."

After redeeming the prescription medicine, Dirga took Haira back to the inn. Once in his room, Dirga again showed a sweet attitude to his wife. Help her lie on the bed.

"Dir ... You stay here ...," pinta Haira touched Dirga's hand.

Dirga nodded. "Yes, okay. But ... I'll be home for a while to get some clothes," said Dirga.

"No .. don't go there, Dir .... Please. I'm afraid you won't come back. She ... Calya's definitely not gonna stop doing things to separate us. The target is our baby. I'm afraid if you don't come back and accompany me here, he'll do something else for me because he feels like he's won. Just now, he had deliberately asked me to come to that house. He spoke softly as if he had no intention of doing anything to me."

Dirga was silent for a moment, thinking about Haira's words.

"OK .. then I will buy a change of clothes to the store," said Dirga.

"Thank you, Darling ...."

Tonight, as she promised Haira, Dirga accompanied her at the inn. Meanwhile, he had forgotten the promise made earlier to Calya. Promise to stand and face this test together. In fact, tonight he left his wife.

Repeatedly, Calya tried to call Dirga's phone number, but there was no answer.

Calya decided to go to the terrace. Waiting over there. I still hope my husband will come home.

However, Calya felt the need to talk to her husband. Dirga's actions had humbled him. Dirga must have an explanation.

Until when the roar of the motor that came roused Calya from her seat. Look towards that voice.

The motor stopped too. A man came down from his mount. Not Dirga, but Praba.

"Mr Dirga? Why do nights sit alone on the terrace?" ask Praba from the side of the bike.

"I'm waiting for Dirga to come home, sir," said Calya.

"Come on," said Calya.

Praba stepped closer to Calya.

"I think he's home. Last time at the office ..he was allowed to go home. He said there's important business."

"Yes, this morning he did come, but after that he left again with his second wife."

"meaning?"

Praba's question actually makes Calya remember the incident. Until without realizing it, the glass in his eyes began to form. More and more, until finally racing to break it. Spilled into tears.

"Mr Dirga? Why crying?" Praba advanced to get even closer to Calya.

Calya simply shook her head while trying to wipe away her tears.

"Calya .. say, what happened?" The look on Praba's face now really implied worry.

Meanwhile, Calya looked up when she heard Praba say his name. Praba also seemed to wake up.

"Sorry, I mean Miss Dirga."

"It's my household problem, sir. It is not good if I tell it to the Father," said Calya.

"Are we not friends, too?" timpal Praba's.

"Friends?"

"With what happens to us. Helping and strengthening each other all this time, didn't you think of me as a friend?"

Calya was silent for a moment. Staring deeply into Praba's eye sockets. An honesty and sincerity seemed to be emanating from the man's brown bead. Make Calya drift and get carried into it.