Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Wife

One month after Dirga returned to the city of his duty, Haira decided to follow. However, despite having informed the husband, Dirga did not pick Haira up in Surabaya. He allowed his wife to come alone. Busyness is the reason.

Arriving at the official house, Haira directly entered the house using the key she carried. Currently, Dirga is still in the office.

Haira watched the entire house. Nothing has changed. However, she believes that her husband's attitude has changed for her. He no longer had the weapons to win the man's heart.

Drrtts. Haira's cell phone vibrated. Dropping Haira's daydreams. Bu Heri's name was plastered on the flat screen. Haira answered.

"Hello, Ms. Heri," said Haira.

"Hello Bu Dirga is beautiful. Has Miss Dirga arrived at the official house? Hmm... How long did it go?" sahut Bu Heri's.

"Yes, I just arrived. Miss Heri know where I came from today?"

"Oh .. It was Mr. Heri who said. I asked Nanyain to Mr. Dirga. I miss you the same Miss Dirga. Keep ... I'm the same Ms. Dito also want to entertain Ms. Dirga. Reportedly, Miss Dirga miscarried huh?"

"Ec ... Miss Heri know where else?" ask Haira.

"Wasn't Mr. Dirga on leave to see Ms. Dirga who had to be operated on, right? Yes the name is in the office, the news must quickly spread. Aye right? We are so sorry, Miss Dirga."

"Oh .. Yes, thank you, Ms. Heri."

"Then, right now, me and Ms. Dito are going to Miss Dirga's house, right?"

"Oh .. Yeah, all right."

The conversation on the phone ended. Haira took the time to change clothes for a moment in the room. He saw several piles of clothes belonging to Dirga who was still wrapped in plastic lying on the mattress. Looks like it just got taken from the laundry. Haira put the clothes in the closet.

Haira sat pensively on the edge of the bed. He is thinking about the future of his home. How can Dirga now love himself in this way. She would never be able to give offspring to her husband.

However, Haira will not give up. Getting Dirga done with full struggle. Being in a position like this is not easy for him. Haira has assumed the title of legal wife, so she will never let go of her.

Half an hour passed, the sound of knocking on the door woke Haira who was laying her body on the bed. The woman moved to open it.

At the door, the smiles of two women were waiting. Ms. Heri and Ms. Dito stepped in after Haira invited her.

"Gee ... Ms. Dirga is getting prettier after returning to the city. Must be there continuing treatment huh?" mummified Bu Heri.

"Ah is normal, Ms. Heri. I just focus on resting there, said Haira.

"Hmm .. rest can be more beautiful, especially if the treatment," said Bu Dito.

"G ... Miss Dito could have. Yes, you have sat down first, let me make a drink," said Haira as she sauntered towards the kitchen.

"Don't bother, Miss Dirga, come out with what's there," shouted Bu Heri accompanying Haira's activities in the kitchen.

A few minutes later Haira returned with a tray. Three cups of tea were placed on the table. A plate of legit layer cake completes the dish.

"Come, please enjoy the mothers," said Haira.

"This legit layer must be souvenirs from Surabaya huh?" said Ms. Heri while picking up one piece of the cake.

"Waduh .. kirain took a lot, make souvenirs for us-we are that," said Ms. Heri as she rolled her eyes at Ms. Dito.

"Ah Bu Heri this, maybe the luggage of Bu Dirga is full of new bags and clothes" said Bu Dito.

"Well yes. Is that Miss Dirga?" ask Ms. Heri.

"Ah, not really. As I said earlier that I can't bring a lot of stuff because it comes alone" said Haira.

"Oh yes," said Ms. Heri and Ms. Dito simultaneously. There were disappointed murats imprinted on their faces.

"Yes already then, it seems we do not have to stay here long, Ms. Dito. Ms. Dirga will need to rest also for preparation for the night," said Ms. Heri again.

"Lho was for a while at night what event to, Ms Heri?" ask Bu Dito confused.

"Oh, this Dito ma'am pretends not to know. Mr. Dirga has already fasted for one month, so for a while at night it is certain that he will break the fast. Hihihi," said Ms. Heri while giggling.

"Oh yes. Moreover, Miss Dirga just finished miscarriage. Yes, surely Mr. Dirga will be jor-joran to be again. Hehehe," said Ms. Dito.

Hearing this, Haira's face changed. A smile disappeared from that pretty face.

"Yes, that's why we just go home so that Ms. Dirga can rest" said Ms. Heri.

"But this legit layer is really good, you know," said Bu Dito as he glanced at the cake plate.

"Oh yes, the cake has been brought there, Mothers. I'll get you some plastic in a moment" Haira said.

The two mothers nodded while smiling. While Haira now passed to take two containers in the kitchen. Soon he returned and filled the cake in two places and handed it to each of his guests.

"Wow, thank you, Miss Dirga. Although only a little but we are happy because we have obtained souvenirs from Ms. Dirga," said Ms. Heri.

Haira only responded with a nod and a faint smile. Until finally the two guests really passed away.

***

In the afternoon, Dirga had come home. Haira greeted him by preparing the food and drink he cooked this afternoon.

"Tumben," muttered Dirga, finding an unusual service performed by his wife.

"I'm your wife, Dir ..," murmured Haira.

"Oh" said Dirga.

"Dir .. please. Don't act like that to me. I admit that all this time I was not perfect serving you better be a wife. But now I promise that I will try to give my best to you. I will cook you food, wash and prepare your clothes, and do other household chores. I will make myself worthy to accompany you, Dir ...."

"Why realize now? Is it because you don't feel like you're in the wind anymore? Is it because there's nothing you can compare with Calya anymore?" Dirga stared intently at Haira.

The woman flinched. Dirga's words really pierced into his heart. However, he was unable to repay it. Because, the fight will definitely be the end.

***