Forced to Get Off Bed

31. Allergic

After a long time locked himself in the room, Digta finally came out of his room. His current condition was miserable, even though his body was fragrant after bathing. But, her hair was disheveled, and her face was matted.

“I heard the voice of Mami,” said Digta. “When Mami and Papi till?” Digta approached his parents who were already sitting at the dining table.

“So morning, your in-laws have gone home. You know, not yet?” Ask Tina.

Digta nodded. “They contacted me this afternoon.”

“Eat, you need power,” Tio said as he stared at Digta.

“Iya. I'm out of the room hungry.” Digta picked up the plate and scooped up his own rice.

“Daddy out of town huh? Ciya never saw Dad. Said Aunt Zeya, Dad again working out of town,” comments Ciya innocently.

Seeing Ciya, Digta must be excited again to live life. Because now, Ciya is the only reason for Digta to stay alive.

“Hehe, yes, Darling.” Digta let out a smile forcefully. “Who cooked this food, Mi?” Digta refocused on the food on the table.

“Who else if not Mami? Good thing aja Mami see a lot of food stock in the refrigerator,” replied Tina sewot.

“Yes, Ambar does like nyetock groceries in the refrigerator.”

“Your wife is insensitive and sleeps in Ciya's room. Sampe is now not awake-wake,” said Tina again.

Makes Digta frown. “Wife?”

“His sister Ambar is now your wife, right?”

Digta took a deep breath while peeking at the stem of his nose. How could Digta forget he had another wife when he had just died?

“Why did you marry Ambar's sister anyway, Digta? Why do you want that. Mami see, Zeya is a spoiled and not painstaking child. The hell time, Mami and Papi just came, he did not brew tea, did not prepare food and even mami and Papi starved. It was on the porch of the house was also a mess, not swept. So.. Papi who swept the front page of your home.” Tina nagged at length, making Digta's head dizzy.

“Mi, if not for Ambar's request. I won't marry that woman either. Who wants, anyway, to marry his own wife's sister?” Digta. “Udah yes, do not discuss him again. My head is so dizzy. I want to eat quietly.”

Tina no longer spoke at length and they resumed eating quietly.

***

Right after they finished dinner together. Zeya had just woken up and walked out of the room. He stretched out his arms and yawned, unaware that his actions were being seen by Tina, Tio and Digta.

Zeya was surprised, especially when he saw Digta who had come out of his room.

“Buwn up?” Tina noticed Zeya's appearance from head to toe with her eyes swerving.

“Ehem Zeya cleared her throat because she felt dry. “I-iya, Mi.”

Then the chair creaked as Digta got up. “I permission to room first.” And Digta just left without looking at Zeya for a second.

Similarly, Tio and Ciya decided to leave the dining room after finishing eating.

“Eat night first, Zey. That Mami cook good food, loh,” Tio said before leaving.

“Heheh, yes, Pi.”

Zeya stepped closer to the dining table. Look at the food on the table.

“This is all of us done eating. Later, you please clean the dirty dishes on the dining table and do not forget to wash ya.” Tina got up from the chair as well.

Zeya raised her eyebrows. “Wash, Mi?”

“Iya. Can a dirty plate wash itself?”

Zeya swallowed the spit of the chelate. “Hehe, yes later I wash, Mi.”

Then, Tina just left Zeya with a lot of dirty dishes on the table.

Zeya came to mind, did Ambar feel depressed living with his in-laws? Why does Zeya feel her life is full of pressure huh. Is it because Ambar is a woman who is diligent and willing to be told? While Zeya? Never be diligent, do the dishes never.

Huh! Zeya grumbled in annoyance. From the beginning Ambar should use the services of a household assistant. So, he did not feel this serepot either.

“Okay, Zeyaa, forget all that. And let's continue dinner until full.” Zeya tried to put those foolish thoughts aside and continued to spend all the leftover food on the table.

***

After the meal, Zeya continued to do the dishes. Zeya carried all the dishes on the table and carried them towards the sink.

So, Zeya took out two plastic bags to cover her hands so as not to be allergic while washing dishes.

“Yes, why wash dishes with plastic?” Tina suddenly came into the kitchen.

“Because there are no gloves here, Mi. My hands are allergic to dish soap.” Zeya explained as well and calmly as possible.

“He? Allergic dish soap? So, at home never wash dishes?”

Zeya shook her head.

“Yeah, Zeyaaa…. You really are inversely proportional to your brother yes.” Tina ruffled her waist while shaking her head.

“Sorry, Mi. My hands are very sensitive, so if you get dishwashing water can be bentol and gatel.”

“Ah, just say you're males, right? If so, how to clean the dishes. Try it open only.” Tina tore the plastic in Zeya's hand and threw it in the trash. “Try the real washing, as a wife it must be sintered and painstaking. Don't be so lazy. Later, the husband can get bored with you, Zey. You want your husband to cheat?”

This Tina was really a model Mother-in-law who turned into a magical Grandma. Really chatty and shitty.

“It's okay, Mi, if Mas Digta cheated. We are not married for love. But, forced Mba Ambar.” Zeya talks nyablak.

Making Tina's eyes instantly bulge wide. “Lagian, Ambar just want to match his incompetent sister must marry a perfect man like Digta.”

In Zeya's heart grimaced. Cih, perfect fuck. Same child Mother same. Both the devil and the genie!

Zeya tries to control her emotions as best as possible. “Iya, Mi.” And Zeya continued to wash the dishes in front of Tina who kept watching her like she was doing a thesis exam.

***

Zeya grimaced while in Ciya's room, because both hands were red and itchy due to washing dishes.

“Tante Zeya why?” Ciya asked when she heard Zeya's moans.

“Nothing, Ciya. Aunt again sing.” Zeya looking for an alibi.

“Tante sing what song? Good, the song?”

“Hiks, nice Ciya.”

Zeya stared at the wall clock that already showed ten o'clock at night. And Zeya thinks there's still a pharmacy open at this hour to buy his allergy ointment.

“Ciya sleep yes, Auntie wants to go for a while.”

Zeya came out of Ciya's room. Her in-laws had already slept in the room because the living room was already dark.

Zeya peeked at the window and there was only Digta's car parked outside.

Because if Zeya orders online or searches for an ojek online, Zeya does not have a mobile phone. Zeya's phone has disappeared since the last time it was stuck at the top.

Finally, Zeya had no other choice but to knock on Digta's door.

“Mas ...” Zeya whispered a little. “Mas Digta's…. Can I pinch the car?”

No response from the man.

“Mas Digta .. sorry to interrupt. But, it's a precarious situation, Mas. Please, I beg you, I can't take it anymore. I just want to die, Mom. Because I—“ Zeya stopped talking when Digta's room door finally opened.

“What?” Ask Digta fiercely.

“Car pins can not? I'm going to the pharmacy to find a cure?” Zeya pointed to the terrible condition of his tanhan palm. “I'm allergic to dish soap, Mas.” Zeya explained before a question from the man came up. “I want to ride the ojek online or want to buy online also do not have hp. My HP lost time at the top yesterday. Please...”.

“Can't drive?” Digta back ketus.

Zeya nodded. “Can, Mas. At home, my vehicle also uses a car when traveling.”

Digta took a deep breath before slamming the door of his room. Making Zeya close her eyes and want to cry.

What should Zeya do now?

Before long, Digta came back out of the room and was already wearing a jacket, as well as long jeans.

“Just wait at home.” A short word from Digta that made Zeya dumb.

Then, Digta just left the woman.