Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 85

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This morning Dee was bored. Because he was only allowed to fall by Ibra on the bed. Dinner was delivered Bi Nini in the room. Sometimes Dee just comes down to see her in-laws.

"That's so boring, God. Ibra Lebai really told me not to say anything. Where Papa was also the same Mas Ibra," Dee grumbled in light of all the prohibitions of her husband.

"Aha, making crafts will not be banned times huh. I'm down" Dee said as her brilliant brain came up with an idea to fill her boredom.

Slowly Dee went down one by one the stairs. Until finally Dee's feet stepped and reached his private room.

Dee opened the door and saw the state of the room was very clean. Dee rounded her eyes when she saw that there was no clay supply.

"Where is my clay? Yesterday there was a lot left over. Now there is no, yes," said Dee while looking for the clay. Under the table, in the cupboard, behind the curtains, all the places in the room he was scrambled to find the clay. But nothing, not even the stains.

Dee went out to ask Bi Nini. But before reaching the kitchen, Dee saw Wijaya sitting in the living room with Reina in her wheelchair.

"Pa, Ma," said Dee.

Reina smiled at her daughter-in-law. "Yes, son," said Wijaya replied to Dee's greeting.

"En, Pa. Did Papa see Dee's clay?" tanya Dee hesitated a little to Wijaya.

"Looky soil?" ask Wijaya back.

Dee nodded. "Yes, Pa. The clay that Dee used to use for crafts is not all. Though yesterday there were still many," Dee told Wijaya.

"You don't know, son. Papa didn't see," Wijaya replied lying. He wants Ibra alone to talk to Dee. He did not want his son and daughter-in-law to misunderstand later.

"Yes, Pa, Ma, Dee wants to ask Bi Nini first," said Dee pamit.

Wijaya nodded in allowing Dee to leave. Reina blinked once to let Dee go. After Dee's departure, Wijaya pulled out his phone to contact Ibra.

Ibra just finished a meeting with Kevin. "Huft, I'm so relieved" said Ibra, throwing her body on the couch.

Kevin followed and sat down next to Ibra. "Ib" call Kevin seriously.

"Hem," replied Ibra with her eyes closed.

"Kiyai Rozak," one name came out of Kevin's mouth that made Ibra open her eyes and sit her body firmly.

"Why?" ibra asked coldly.

Kevin took a picture from his shirt pocket. "Sophia. It's been six months" Kevin replied giving a photo of the beautiful woman with her scarf veil to Ibra.

Ibra closed her eyes looking at the photo. He couldn't have gotten Dee to know all this.

"Kiyai Rozak asks Lo to meet him, Ib. Finish it all off" said Kevin patting Ibra's shoulder gently.

"When did you meet Kiyai Rozak?" ask Ibra.

"Yes at the Hospital. I accidentally bumped into someone when I came out of Naina's room. And the guy I hit Kiyai Rozak. He was there to see his brother" Kevin told Ibra.

Ibra was just silent with her thoughts.

Dret, dret, dret.

Ibra's daydream was caved in as her phone vibrated inside her suit pocket.

"Hello, Pa," said the bra as soon as the call was connected.

"Where are you?" ask Wijaya from across there.

"It was in the office, Pa," replied Ibra a little upset. His father knew it was working hours.

Wijaya chuckled across there hearing his son's annoyed voice. "Go home now if you don't want your wife to go berserk because she lost her clay," said Wijaya immediately decided to call without waiting for Ibra's answer.

"Gue go home first, Vin. Lo take care of the office, yes," Ibra told Kevin after his call and Wijaya disconnected.

"Returned?" ask Kevin.

Kevin just shook his head at the behavior of his best friend. "Truly sobriety," muttered Kevin.

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Ibra's car arrived at her house. Ibra got out of the car and got into the house in a hurry.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Pa, Ma" said Ibra greeting Wijaya and Reina who sat in the family room.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Wijaya, while Reina only smiled.

"Where's Dee, Pa?" ibra asked his wife.

"There's in the room. He looks very upset after returning from the security guard," Wijaya told Ibra.

"Dead me!" ibra said and immediately ran up the stairs to his room.

"Your son, Ma," Wijaya told Reina. Reina simply smiled and winked twice. It's like saying 'Your son too'.

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Ibra opens the door to the room. He saw his wife sitting down drowning her face in both knees. Ibra could see his wife crying, for Dee was trembling.

Ibra slowly approached Dee. "Honey," call Ibra to hold gently Dee's shoulder.

Dee looked up when she heard Ibra's voice. "Bad gold!" dee brushed Ibra's hand off his shoulder.

"Evil why? Hem?" ask Ibra gently.

"Why remove all clay Adek. That's a long buy, Mas" said Dee, crying like a child.

"Let's buy it again, yes" Ibra told Dee.

"No want! The evil! Why throw away the clay Adek? Clay is important for making crafts, you know!" dee said involuntarily snapping at Ibra a little.

Ibra tries to be patient, maybe this is the effect of Dee's pregnancy. "I threw it away because I didn't want you to be soaked, dear," replied Ibra gently.

"But don't throw it all away. If there is no clay how does Adek want to make his craft?" said Dee.

"For now stop first, yes. Later if the content is strong then new can be. You have to rest a lot, honey," Ibra told Dee.

"DO NOT WANT!" yelled Dee yelling at Ibra.

"Put your voice to your husband, Dee!" ibra said firmly commemorating Dee.

Dee threw away a face. He was very upset and angry at Ibra. Ibra tries to bring Dee's body into his arms, but Dee refuses.

"HAIDEE!" ibra yelled at Dee for continuing to rebel.

"You're pregnant! Your content is weak! I'd rather throw away that clay than lose my son because of your stubbornness!" ibra said firmly.

Dee. He was afraid to see Ibra like this. His body trembled hearing the scattering of Ibra.

Ibra rubbed her face rough, then gently carried Dee's body into her arms. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. I just want you to obey. Our son is more important than that clay, dear," said Ibra softly.

"Don't snap Adek again. Scared," Dee's great-grandson in Ibra's arms.

Ibra. "Sorry, yeah."

Dee just nodded affirming Ibra's apology. He realized that he was also overreacting at the moment. Her pregnancy really made Dee not like herself.

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