Forced to Get Off Bed

17. Storm Again!

“You saw your sister's behavior for yourself right, Ambar.”

Digta ruffled his waist, his head looking up at the ceiling. His breathing was so heavy and heavy. Then, the man looked at Ambar and Zeya who were sitting on the sofa while bowing their heads.

“Mas, don't scream. Later Ciya wake up.” Ambar is trying to expend his energy to become the best handler at this time.

Digta grinned blandly. “You asked me not to shout after my hands were so big that it changed the value of the thirty Mahasiwa who came to our house like asking for a bite. It's all because of who? Because it was your sister.” Digta shouted again.

“Yeah, Mas, lucky reward, loh. After all, Mas's actions to his students have been very dzalim.” Zeya dared to open her mouth.

Making Digta increasingly glare at the woman sharply as if to stab Zeya's bead.

Ambar rubbed Zeya's thighs, asking her sister to be quiet because at this moment Digta's emotions were really upset.

“I don't know what else to do, my patience is completely exhausted, Mbar. If it wasn't for you, maybe I'd have—“ Digta shut up for a moment while narrowing his eyes sharply at Zeya. Digta took a breath, exhaled, drew, exhaled, he did it over and over again to control his emotions.

“What's it?” Zeya still dared to challenge him.

“Yeah, already, dong. Don't fight just.” Ambar try to mediate. “Where, if it's tonight, we go to dinner together. Cock tonight tonight Sunday.” Ambar tried to melt the atmosphere.

“No, thank you, Ambar. I just need a break,” said Digta immediately refused.

“Yap, and anyway tonight I want to go, Mba,” continued Zeya. Making Ambar's eyes so look at him with a probing look.

“Where are you?”

“You go together temen.”

“Cowok riding that motor?”

Zeya hesitated. “He's good, Mba.”

“Not a good problem, Zeya. But, Mba has booked his restaurant for us to dinner tonight.”

Digta and Zeya were shocked.

“Booking? Without my consent first?” Digta looked at his wife in disbelief.

Ambar grunting. “What's the matter, Mas? As long as Zeya is here, we have never been to dinner together, youh.”

“Mbaa, I'm not coming, either. Mba and Mas Digta just go.” Zeya tries to persuade Ambar.

Males really dinner one table with Lecturer killer. Not eating well, but feeling the test again scripSHIT.

“Cannot. You must follow.”

“But, I made an agreement with my friend, Mba.” Zeya's face was pinched.

“Iya, Bar. Just let your sister go.” Digta.

“Ngak!” Strict Ambar. “ Anyway, later tonight we should go together. Okay?”

Zeya immediately pouted. “Issssh!” Then got up from the sofa and went into the room in annoyance.

***

Again, Zeya fails a date with Zega just because he complies with Ambar's request.

“Zeeyaaa, aging!” Ambar kept shouting all the time to force Zeya to go to dinner with him.

Zeya was not excited anymore, so she only used makeshift clothes and did not need beautiful makeup.

“Iya, it's ready.” Then Zeya got out of his room and got into Digta's car.

Where they were in the car first. Zeya sat in the back seat with Ciya.

“Tante Zeya kayak runs out just woke up,” comments Ciya when paying attention to Zeya's appearance.

“But stay beautiful, right?”

“Beauty dong, Aunt.”

Just as Digta's car was about to drive away, Ambar suddenly opened his car door again.

“Loh, where are you going, Darling?” Tanya Digta bengong's.

“Bentar, Mas.” And Ambar got out of the car, got into his house.

There was the sound of a long breath from Digta. “Truly event unclear.”

“Agree!” Excitement Zeya follow nimbrung. Digta only glared at the woman from the front view.

Before long, Ambar reappeared. He did not get into the car, but knocked on the car window.

Digta lowered his car's glass window. “What's up, honey? Come in,” peeka Digta.

“What?” Digta and Zeya were both shocked.

“Yasudah, if so the event we cancel aja,” said Digta.

“Don't, you guys have to keep going to dinner. Because I booked the place.” Ambar put on a face as soon as possible.

“Why suddenly Mba Ambar did not come, anyway?” Ask Zeya.

“I don't feel well.”

“Yaudah, I'm not going either. Why do I go, when my wife is not feeling well,” Digta said again.

“Mas, can't. You guys should keep going.” Ambar.

“Why should? Later I change deh, how much loss.”

“No, Mas. You should go get Zeya and Ciya dinner at that restaurant. Pleaseeee...” Ambar's eyes glazed over.

Digta let out a long and furious breath. “Terus, how are you?”

“I'm alone at home, it's okay, Mas.”

“Aduh. You're all there, deh.”

“Yaudah, then, you guys be careful yes...”

Take a step back. Letting her husband's car dart away with Zeya and Ciya. Then Ambar waved with happiness. Finally, the plan worked. Hopefully in this way, Digta and Zeya can get along.

***

Finally, they arrived at the restaurant for dinner. After Digta's car was parked in the restaurant's courtyard, they got out of the car together.

“Asikk, eat-eat!” Ciya looked excited.

“Your clothes are embarrassing,” Digta's comments suddenly point to Zeya.

Zeya. “Why should I be ashamed? What matters is that, dress!” Zeya stuck out her tongue in an annoying manner.

“Pusing bring two leaks,” Digta said again.

“Mas Digta says I'm a leak?!” Zeya felt unacceptable.

“Ya!” Digta walked first. Leaving behind Zeya and Ciya who stepped over while holding hands.

After entering the restaurant, they sat in one of the chairs that had been booked by Ambar.

Zeya and Ciya order a steak, while Digta orders Spagethi. They also started enjoying their food. Except for Zeya, who had trouble cutting meat.

Digta continued to watch Zeya, until his barbeque steak sauce splashed against Digta's face.

Digta hit the table tight.

THE PLAQUE!

When Zeya managed to cut the meat, the piece of meat jumped into Digta's face.

Ciya laughed the loudest. “Hahahah, Ayaaah!”

Digta closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control the emotions in front of Ciya.

“Sorry, Mom. I was unintentionally and also shocked because Mas suddenly hit the table,” said Zeya— began to feel that his life was not safe.

“If you can't cut the steak. At least do not order steak, but order fried rice with soy sauce,” said Digta cooler.

Zeya gulped. “Sorry, right, already sorry.” Zeya took the napkin. “Here I clean, face.” Zeya cleansed Digta's face harshly.

Makes Digta's emotions even more violent.

“Udah, stop! Stopit! Kidding enough. You are a complete package. In addition to making me always angry, you bother, ngerepotin, make me ashamed. Everything.”

Zeya doesn't like to be said that way by Digta. “Why do you always mock me, anyway?”

“Because that is the reality. I'm dizzy if I have to be faced with you continue.”

“Ayaaah don't fight donggg.” Ciya pouting.

“Yaudah then, I better just go from here than waste time join dinner is not clear gini!” Zeya got up from the chair.

“You always have no solution other than crabbing. Little screech! Can't solve the problem with adult.” Jerky Digta.

“Indeed the problem can be solved with Mas Digta who always rely on all the emotional pake?” Zeya glared smugly. “I'm sorry!“ with an annoyed move, Zeya left the restaurant.

It's better a Sunday night with Zega than spending time with Jin!