Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Intersect

This morning, Haira decided to shop for various furniture and household necessities. He just has to choose the items, which will then be delivered by the store to their home address.

After making the payment of the rental fee, Dirga had obtained the key to the house that had been handed to Haira. However, because he had to go to the office, then Haira herself was the one who went to the house to wait for the various items he had bought to come.

From behind the window of the house, Calya peered towards the front house. He could see how the former madman was busy directing the deliverymen who lifted the items into his house.

Calya exhaled slowly, then turned away to go inside. However, his footsteps came to a halt while recalling something. He went back to the window, and again asked his eyes to the front. Especially towards Haira's body.

The woman was wearing a black robe. However, on the side of her grooved waist, it very clearly displayed the woman's slim body. Once again, Calya tried to sharpen her vision. However, this time Haira's agile movement actually confirms that Haira's body does not show signs that should be on her at this time.

For a moment, Calya tried to guess the age of Haira content that should have entered the eighth month. At that gestational age, Haira's body should not be as slim as that. Likewise with his movement that could not be as agile as seen by Calya.

"Is it possible she gave birth prematurely?" mumbling Calya.

However, of course he could not get that answer at the moment. It was also impossible for him to directly bring himself before the woman. Calya decided to continue her work as usual.

***

Today, Dirga still uses a taxi when returning from the office. Haira calls him to go straight home to their new home. Upon entering the house, Dirga was quite surprised to see that the house was already in a clean and tidy state.

"So I ordered some people's janitors to help clean this house. I also order food online. Sorry, I'm so tired of not being able to cook by myself," said Haira when she saw the face of the husband who looked astonished.

"Oh ..," said Dirga. "Then .. are you happy with this house?" continued again.

"It's so nice, Dir. The house is comfortable," said Haira.

"Goodoo. Hmm ... I took a shower first yes," said Dirga then passed into the main room.

After that, he approached his wife at the dinner table. While eating dinner, they talked.

"How's it going in the office, Dir?" ask Haira.

"Yes, it's normal. Em ... haven't I told you?" dirga Sahut.

"Say what?"

"On Praba."

"Prabas? Your friend that one?"

Dirga nodded. "Yes, Praba. He also served here, and back again, we're in the room, and he's my boss."

Haira exhaled a rough breath. "Just calm down, honey. I'll ask Papa again to help take care of the job for you. That Praba is just a little lucky to be your boss."

"I'm not thinking about that, Ra." Dirga did not seem to like Haira's words.

"Want to?" sergeant Haira.

"Praba also lives here. Precisely in the front house," said Dirga.

"Oh yeah? But .. I see the house looks crowded. At least some people live there. There was a girl who several times in and out using a motorcycle," said Haira.

"Em .. said Arya, Praba did contract the house with his friend. Yes, maybe so that the rent is more affordable," murmured Dirga.

"Then ... What's the problem if Praba is our neighbor?" tanya Haira confirmed Dirga's previous worries.

Dirga was silent for a moment. He recalled the time he was in conflict with the man. How he found his friend hugging the body of his wife, Calya. How he was ever so jealous, and suspected a connection between them.

***

Until after the meal, Myesha took over the job of washing dishes, so Calya also rested in her room. In the living room, Mr. Nugraha and his wife were watching television. The opportunity was used by Praba to send Calya a message to tell her.

Calya also tells Praba about the physical condition of Haira that she saw this morning. He saw no sign of an old pregnant woman. Knowing that, Praba also promised Calya to find out about it. It was none of their business, but because Calya was feeling strange about it, Praba decided to find out.

***

This morning, when Mbok Darmi came, Calya handed him a piece of paper and some rupiah.

"Mbok, can you please for today Mbok who is shopping to the market yes," muttered Calya.

"Yes, ma'am, with pleasure" Mbok Darmi said.

Calya doesn't want to leave the house. He was only worried that Haira would have to see herself this fast.

Mr. Nugraha who was in front of the house, suddenly jolted as someone greeted him. He looked at the beautiful woman.

"Sir, introduce, I'm Haira, the front neighbor of the house. My husband and I just moved out yesterday." Haira said with a smile to Mr. Nugraha.

"Oh yes, Mom. Worth it, I saw his house was already bright last night" said Mr. Nugraha.

"Yes. Em ... Your own father, have you lived here long?" ask Haira to find out.

"Oh .. No, this man is not here. It just so happened that our son moved his duties here, so my wife and I decided to visit him all the way," said Mr. Nugraha.

"Oh, which office do you work with?"

"In the prosecutor's office."

"Wah .. same dong with my husband," said Haira.

"Oh yeah? How could it be a coincidence," said Mr. Nugraha.

Right at that moment, Bu Nugraha came out from inside the house. She approached the place where her husband was chatting with Haira.

"Are there guests, sir?" hello Bu Nugraha.

"Oh, this is the front neighbor of the house, Mom, just moved yesterday" said Mr. Nugraha. "Her husband turned out to be the same office as Praba, Mom," he continued.

"Oh yeah?" sahut Bu Nugraha's.

"Oh .. The son of the Father and Mother is Mr Praba yes?" haira said, pretending not to know.

The husbands nodded.

"Wah .. if you are with Mr. Praba, my husband is a good friend. Even before here, they are in the same place of duty as well" said Haira. "Em ... is Mr. Praba married now, or maybe he already has a wife?" haira continued to investigate.

Mr. Nugraha and his wife looked at each other for a moment, before Bu Nugraha finally replied. "Praba hasn't remarried, but hopefully hastened."

"Oh .. means his future wife is there?" ask Haira.

"Em .. you could say so" said Bu Nugraha again.

"Wah .. thank goodness then. Em ... But if you may know, whose future wife is it?"

Mr. Nugraha and his wife looked at each other again.

***