Forced to Get Off Bed

20. Amber Request

“You want Zeya to take care of me and Ciya? Is he bebysitter?” Three looks fiery.

“Mas, I don't want to if I'm not in this world. There is another woman who replaced my position as your wife and Ciya.”'s mother Ambar's face looked lethargic.

“Keep, you asked me to marry your sister? Let him take care of my needs? Guarding my son? You are crazy!” Digta ruffled waist. “Oh, now I understand why you always ask me to go with Zeya, and get along with Zeya. Turns out, you've already betrothed us?” Digta head bobbles. “I don't think, what's in your brain right now, Ambar.”

“Mas, this is just my last request.”

“Forget that! What's the last request? Where are you going? You're not going anywhere, Ambar! Because you will be healed. Tomorrow, we have to go to Malaysia. Prepare all our clothes.” It was Digta's stern sentence before coming out of the room and leaving the lethargic bent Ambar on the mattress.

Digta saw that Zeya and Ciya had already sat down first at the dining table. And Digta also saw how well Zeya and Ciya got along until they laughed together.

This makes Digta so cocky. In fact, to deal with Zeya alone has not been able to anymore since Ambar asked Zeya to take care of him? Guarded by her own spoiled and mischievous sister-in-law?

That's not gonna happen.

“Why not sit, Mas?” Zeya looked up and saw Digta just standing by the dining table.

Digta immediately put money in his pants pocket. “Today you can go take a taxi, right?” Digta handed the money to Zeya. “I hurry.” Then, Digta just left the house. Without breakfast, and even Zeya had not had time to ask what was wrong?

Yesterday, they agreed to make peace.

“Loh, Mas Digta where?” Ambar finally appeared in the dining room.

Zeya shrugged her shoulders. “No idea, tuh. Suddenly give me money and tell me to take a taxi,” Zeya replied. “But, how did Ciya go to her school?” Now Zeya looked at Ciya who was busy eating.

Ambar took a deep breath. “Yes, Zey. Ciya to be Mba's business only.”

“Okey. Then I go first, Mba. Afraid late.” Zeya got up from the chair. The woman kissed Ciya on the head and kissed Ambar on the back.

Then, immediately step out of the house.

***

The first hour of the lecture was opened with Digta's lecture eyes. Not as usual who behaved fiercely. Digta seemed very unfocused.

Moreover, since Digta was deliberately not looking at Zeya's eyes. He deliberately ignored his gaze from Zeya.

“Zey, Mr. Digta's tumben today is very cool as a mosque tile,” comments Jerry who turned out to be suspicious.

“Tahu tuh, can doom times,” chirps Zeya origin.

In fact, when Zeya and Jerry were caught talking, Digta did not rebuke and pretended not to know. In the past, Digta could kick Zeya out if caught chatting in class.

“OK, before we end our class this morning. Is there a question?” Ask Digta.

During Digta's lecture hours, usually no one dared to ask any questions. Including Zeya. But, for this time Zeya wanted to give it a try.

Zeya also raised a hand.

Digta took a quick glance, then turned his gaze again. “OK, if there is no we just end our meeting. Good morning.”

Zeya glared in shock. “Pak, I, Sir! I want to ask!”

Everyone stared at Zeya as it felt disturbed by the woman's shrill voice. While Digta immediately compiled the book and latop, then breezed out of the classroom just like that regardless of Zeya.

“Wah, what the hell is this!” Zeya grumbled in annoyance and went out of class.

Zeya chased after Digta's steps, even to the point of blocking the man's path.

“Pak Digta!” Exclaim Zeya while stretching out her hands. “Father there is a problem, with me? Until my treat is not like usual?”

Digta tried not to look at that shitty woman'. Then he was about to take another step, but when Digta walked to the left, Zeya went to the left. Digta's way to the right, Zeya also followed his steps to the right.

Until Digta's patience runs out and the man hisses in annoyance. “Can you, you move aside?”

“Why are you so my cuekin like this? Usually my father too. Didn't we agree to get along? And strangely, why did you ignore me, as if I didn't exist? I have wrong what?” Zeya chatted at length.

“I just want you to step aside,” ketus Digta again.

“Why don't you want to see me anyway? I am not ugly very loh.” Zeya tried to look down at Digta's eyes. But the man still turned his gaze.

“Pak, look at me dong, is there something wrong with my appearance? Feelings, my eyes are not stingy tuh.”

Being already upset, Digta pushed Zeya's jidat as he stepped forward. Zeya had to step back.

“Eh-eh, Sir..” Until finally Zeya's body hit a dumpster and fell near the garbage.

With an innocent face, Digta just left Zeya. Not even apologizing or helping Zeya to stand up.

“AISSSSSH!”

***

Finally, Zeya did not follow the next lecture hours because his body smells of garbage. Inevitably, Zeya had to go home. It was also an angkot ride, because there was no taxi that wanted to ride Zeya.

Arriving at home, Ambar can smell the garbage from Zeya's body.

“Zey, how fast is it coming home? Where's Mas Digta?” Ambar closed his nose because he could not stand the smell of Zeya.

Zeya stopped stepping. “Mba kiss me no smell of garbage? It was Mas Digta who pushed me into the trash,” Zeya said with annoyance.

Ambar surprised. “Times anyway?”

“According to Mba Ambar I lied?”

Ambar took a heavy breath. “Yesudah, you shower gih. Finish the bath, you accompany Mba Ambar to the hospital for chemo yes.”

“Okay.”

Zeya immediately took a shower and changed her clothes. When he finished, he and Ambar went to the hospital using a taxi.

“You and Mas Digta why else, huh? Didn't yesterday promise to get along?” Ambar opened the conversation when they were already in the taxi.

“No idea, Mas Digta's nature is very strange. He doesn't look at me, and doesn't even think I exist. The hell, when I wanted to ask questions in class, he just ignored me. Weird kan.”

Ambar took a breath when he heard Zeya's ramble.

“Zey, actually there is something that Mba wants to tell you.” Ambar's tone is getting serious.

“About what, Mba?”

“Mba is already obrolin this thing with Mas Digta. And now, it's time you should also know.”

“Why the hell, Mba? How strange.”

“If later Mba is no longer in this world. Mba wants you to replace Mba at home.”

Zeya frowned. “Meanway? Why should I stay at Mba Ambar's house. What would the neighbors say if I stayed with Mas Digta. Mending I cost aja.”

“For no misunderstanding with neighbors. That's why you guys should get married.”

“What?” Zeya shouted loudly. Until the taxi driver could see towards them from the front soion.

“Mba does not want another woman to replace Mba. And Mba only wants you to replace Mba, Zey.”

“Mba Ambar is no longer kidding, right?” Zeya looked at her brother in disbelief.

“Mba serious, Zey. Mba bless your relationship.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJA.”