Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Dirga Mutation

Tasteless. Maybe that's the word that can define the atmosphere of the marriage of Dirga and Haira

hodiernal. Although Haira had tried her best to serve him as

a wife. Love's. That word doesn't seem to frame that household anymore.

This morning, Dirga sat on the bench in front of her house. He looked at the birds above

a tree that flies from one branch to another.

His mind drifted away to the time where he met Calya. Simple woman

who was able to steal his heart, convinced himself to build a household

joint.

In the past, even without the presence of a child, Dirga felt not lonely. His heart remains

whole because it's still filled with love Calya. But now his heart is empty without love.

Sepi also haunts her days.

"Dir... Papa just called," exclaimed Haira who had just come out from inside.

home.His face looks crisp.

Dirga. "Why?"

"Papa said that he had taken care of our move to Java," said Haira.

"Where's the laugh?" ask Dirga.

"Come, Papa said it was important on Java Island so they could visit us at any time" Haira replied.

Dirga again threw his gaze on the tree, while Haira was now

near Dirga. The woman put her ass next to her husband.

"How do you look so ordinary?" ask Haira.

"What should it be?" dirga asked without turning to Haira.

"Yes should be happy dong, can serve on Java Island," said Haira.

"I've been on duty outside of Java, Ra, so yeah it's normal. Long ago, Calya

never complained, served anywhere, he would definitely come."

Hearing Dirga's words, Haira raised her eyes. "What the hell are you, Dir?

How long will you keep calling her name? Did you forget that

is she a bad woman? Who would want to hurt me and our son? Female

who's cheating on you behind your back?"

Dirga was silent for a moment. The shadow of events that triggered her to divorce

Calya came back. However, in his heart he wondered, 'What

did that really happen? Calya has betrayed him

that it? Or is his heart too happy for the presence of the child who will

given by Haira, so that Calya is so bad and meaningless''.

Dirga closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up. "I want to

shower," she said as she passed into the house.

***

Two weeks later, Dirga's mutated letter was already in his hands.

“Yogyakarta...,” hiss Dirga after folding back the yellow paper he read

earlier.

Shortly after, Dirga's phone rang. The mother's name is on her screen.

“Halo, Mom,”sapa Dirga.

“Nak, I heard from Bu Broto said you will move to Java?”

“Iya, Mom. Dirga just received a mutational letter,” Dirga said.

“Oh yes? Thank goodness then, son. In which Java? Surabaya is?”

“Not, Mom. Jogja,” replied Dirga.

“Jogja? Oh. .. It's okay, son. And good too. You can go back to Surabaya

any time. Mom and Dad were so happy to hear it.”

“Iya, Mom. Mom and Dad are fine, right?” ask Dirga.

Ms. Edy was silent for a moment. He realized that his life was not okay.

What had happened to Haira had brought their circumstances to be as they were

that's.

“Iya, Son. Mom and Dad are fine. You yourself how?”

“Sentence, Mom. Physically Dirga is fine, but do not know with the inner Dirga.”

“What do you mean, Son?” the voice of Mrs Edy.

“Mother knows what Dirga.” means

Edy's mom can't say anymore. Only a clear grain was now dripping from his eyes,

he knew that his son was unhappy.

***

Today, Dirga and Haira had prepared to depart. Before heading to Yogyakarta,

they will go back to Surabaya first. Ms. Heri and Ms. Dito came to the official house

they say goodbye. But of course also with the purpose

others.

“Bu Dirga, her bags and clothes are all carried huh?” ask Ms. Heri.

“Oh is not. There is also what I left for Bu Heri and Bu Dito,” said Haira

that's.

“Wah .. Thank you Ms. Dirga. May more and more of his sustenance, and soon

given another momongan,” said Bu Heri.

“Iya dong, Ms Heri. Miss Dirga this is fertile, open the duck directly jos. Kayak

The previous Dirga ma'am, who he said was barren. Isn't that right, Miss Dirga?” timapl

Ms. Dito.

Hearing the conversation of the mothers, Dirga approached them.

“What? Who said my first wife was barren? The doctor never said anything

that, then why did you say that?” dirga said grumpily.

“Waduh, Mr. Dirga really is. It's the truth. Who said it anyway

your own wife, this new Miss Dirga,” said Ms Heri.

“Yes, he said because the old Miss Dirga was barren, so he married Ms. Dirga

which now. Then ... he also said, Miss Calya was having an affair huh? Have a man

other dreams are so?” timpal Bu Dito's.

Dirga looked at Haira. He could no longer say, only took

his suitcase then took him outside and put him in a car that would

they're leasing to the airport.

“Em ... Mothers, thank you for coming. Now we will go,” said Haira.

“Oh yes, alright. Be careful yes, hopefully arrive safely at the new task place.”

Bu Heri and Bu Dito took turns hugging Haira.

“Oh yes, one more, Ms. Dirga,” said Bu Dito.

“What else, Mrs Dito?” ask Haira.

“Pak Praba also yesterday will move to Jogja. If you meet him, please

say our regards yes. Mr. Praba is a cool and handsome widower, ma'am. He also

very nice and friendly. Uh ... so miss him,” said Ms. Dito.

“Yeah, this Dito ma'am. Shame on you!” gerutu Bu Heri's.

“Ah, just say that Bu Heri also wants to be conveyed his greetings,” said Bu Dito.

“Hehehe .. Yes,” muttered Bu Heri.

Dirga who had returned into the house to pick up another bag, heard

the chat about Praba. He also remembered that it was true that Praba also

now he works in that city. He remembered how he fought with

that guy's. How he suspects he has been in a relationship with Calya,

his ex-wife.

“Come, Ra. It's time to leave,” said Dirga while returning to lift a bag,

then walk into the car.

Haira returned to say goodbye to the two friends, then walked after Dirga

enter the car that takes them to the airport, and then leave

leaving the city by plane to Surabaya.

Looking up at the window of the plane, Dirga looked at the small town he had just been in

leave it, as the increasingly nosedive the high rate of the aircraft.

He remembered how he first set foot in the city with Calya.

The woman he married had put him on a good career path.

However, in a small town it is also a tangle of marriage ties they must end.

Dirga breathed a heavy sigh. Leaving that small town left a wound

so deep for him. A wound that leads him to a longing for time

then. If time can be turned back, then the man wants to repeat

all occurrences. Back to the happy times he once held with Calya.

However, everything had happened, even though in his little heart the longing had not really been

extinguished.

By her side there was another woman. The woman who inevitably has to stay

as a wife, no matter what.

A few hours drive finally delivered them to the airport Surabaya. Paks

Broto was the one who picked them up and took them to his house. However, in

dirga's journey asks to be delivered to his parents' house only.

“Dirga will stay at Dirga's parents' house, Pa. It's up to Haira if she wants to stay

at home Papa,” said Dirga.

Hearing the husband's words, Haira momentarily fell silent. For his comfort, he must be more

choose to stay at his parents' house. However, for the sake of being able to get

the heart and love of the husband again, and he must follow where the priest is

be in.

“Haira will join Dirga, Pa,” Haira said.

***