Forced to Get Off Bed

32. Back to Activity.

Digta suddenly opened the door to Ciya's room. Makes Zeya look up in surprise. And looked towards Ciya, for fear that the sound of her door pushing made Ciya wake up.

Digta did not say a word other than throwing a plastic wrap filled with allergy ointment at Zeya. So that the woman painstakingly caught the pelastic.

“Still, Mas.” Zeya smiled as she smiled.

But Digta did not reply and just left.

Huh! Really dyed jinn! But, it's nothing. The important thing is that Zeya's hands are safe tonight.

Zeya immediately used the ointment and decided to sleep.

***

In the morning, Zeya was dressed and getting ready to go to campus. Because today, he has started to return to doing activities on campus.

Tina and Tio were sitting at the table for breakfast.

“Morning,” greet Zeya awkwardly.

Tina gave a long sigh. “It's been a wife, but it's still waking up in the afternoon. Her in-laws cook for themselves.” Tina sneered.

While Tio smiled as he looked at Zeya. “Come sit here, take breakfast. No problem.. right, just learned to be a wife yes, Zey.”

“Hehe, yes, Pi.”

Fortunately, Zeya still has a good father-in-law.

“Which son are you? Not built? What is school?” Ask Tina again.

Zeya frowned. “I am, not yet pregnant, Mi.”

“Yes Allah, that's Ciya, your son too. She's not in school?”

Zeya turned her eyes while thinking. Ambar didn't tell him about Ciya's school. Is Ciya still on holiday or has entered school huh.

“Ciya should be school today. You wake him.” Digta suddenly appeared. And the man was well dressed, seemingly about to leave for college. Considering that her cut is also over.

Getting a sharp plot earlier Digta, Zeya immediately got up from the chair and ran to the room. Ciya is still good slitting on the mattress with the condition of the body on her back.

“Ciyaa .. wake up. Ciya ...” Zeya tries to wake Ciya up. “Ciya, let's go to school.”

Finally, slowly Ciya opened her eyes. “Tante Zeya?”

“Ciya, let's get up. Ciya should be school.”

“Huh!” Ciya pouting. “Iya, Aunt.” Ciya finally got up and jumped out of bed.

After Ciya entered the bathroom alone while carrying a towel. Zeya came out of the room and sat back in the dining room. Digta had already joined sitting in the dining room.

“Where is it, Zey?” Ask Tina again.

“Against the shower, Mi.” I took bread and jam.

“Kok just left behind? Not taken care of your son? Have her clothes been prepared? His textbook? His school shoes?” Tina asked in succession, making Zeya's head dizzy.

Zeya looked at Tina, Tio, and Digta dumbly.

“Um, yes. Okay, Mi.” Zeya was confused as to what to answer. Because they were all staring at Zeya, as if wanting to push Zeya into Hell Hell.

Zeya got up again, left her breakfast in the morning and went into Ciya's room.

“Ciya done shower?” Zeya asked when she saw Ciya sitting on the bed, and still using a towel.

Ciya nodded his head. “Ciya confused, Aunt. Usually, I always have Ciya's school uniform ready in bed.” Ciya grunted sadly. “Because Mom went far away, so no one was taking Ciya's school uniform again.” Ciya bent lethargic.

Making Ziya's heart flinch.

“Maafin Aunt yes, Ciya...” Zeya hugged Ciya warmly. He felt guilty for not being painstaking in looking after Ciya.

Ambar must have been laughing haha-hihi in heaven seeing Zeya's backsliding today.

“Today, Zeya pack uniform what color?” Zeya also began to dismantle the contents of Ciya's closet.

“White blue, Aunt,” said Ciya while wagging her dangling legs on the bed.

“Blue white yes...” Zeya is looking for Ciya's school uniform. “What is this?” Zeya pulled out a blue shirt.

Ciya. “That's it, house shirt, Auntie. My uniform has a car. There's Ciya's name near her uniform pocket.”

Ciya nodded his head steadily. “One Hundred to Aunt Zeya!”

“OK, you can wear your own clothes, right?”

“Canaa!”

“OK, now Auntie wants to arrange your book first yaa.” Zeya looked for Ciya's books while looking at the timetable affixed to the wall. Then, put all his books in a bag.

“Tante, my hair is nice diapain ya?” Ciya stretched out a comb and a hair tie on Zeya.

“Em, Aunty braid two aja yes.”

“Oke.”

As for the braid-braiding problem, Zeya was the expert. Because from a long time ago, he did like to play braids since childhood.

After all about Ciya is done. Zeya takes Ciya out of the room.

“Wah, Oma's granddaughter is already beautiful. Come here breakfast first.” Tina was kind to her granddaughter, whereas with her son-in-law always being bad and chatty erratically.

Finally, Zeya was able to resume her morning breakfast.

“For the next, it should be a lesson for you yes, Zey. As a wife, don't wake up. Waking up that morning is a blessing. You have to wake up your daughter because you have to go to school, prepare all her school supplies, pack her work clothes for Digta, and prepare breakfast as well. Being a wife and mother is so, we are required to be able to do many jobs at one time.” Tina again nagged Zeya at length.

Zeya complained long until her shoulders slumped.

I told you I wasn't ready to be a wife. Especially so Mom impromptu. I'm not ready, and I'm not ready. Turns out this drag is yes….

“Iya, Mi,” Zeya replied like a desperate person.

***

After finishing breakfast. They get into the car to drive Ciya to school and leave for work. Zeya sat in the back, while Ciya and Digta sat in the front.

No sound came out of their lips until Digta's car stopped in front of Ciya's school.

“His learning spirit yes, Son..” Digta kissed Ciya's head.

“Iya, Father.” Ciya shakes Digta's hand. Then look back. “Ciya school first, Aunt.”

“Student learning, darling!” She kissed Zeya's hand as well.

Then, Ciya got out of the car and waved until she entered the school gate.

“Moving ahead,” peech Digta cold. Without looking at Zeya. “I'm not a driver.” Briefest. But, making Zeya instantly move to move sat forward.

During the trip, Digta stole a look at Zeya's improved hand. It makes Digta grateful, because he did not buy the wrong ohat.

But, what's the deal? Ah, nevermind. Digta refocused on driving until they finally arrived on campus.

Right after the car stopped in the courtyard of the campus, Digta reached out the cell phone he had found while at the top to Zeya. Why did he linger storing Zeya's phone. What's important to Digta? Because nothing valuable can be stolen from Zeya's phone.

Make Zeya turn her eyes. “Loh, this is my phone, right? Why is it with Mas Digta?”

“I found time at the top.”

“Why are you being given now, Mom? I've been panicking and crying because my phone is gone.”

“Newly.” Digta only answered briefly.

“Still, Mas.” Even so, it had already made Zeya happy.

When Zeya was about to open the door. Suddenly, Digta touched his hand. Make Zeya's movement stop.

Zeya is shocked to be touched by Digta, until he stares at Digta's thin, cold face.

“Do not until our marriage is known by the campus. I don't want anyone to know about our status.” Digta stared hard. “Look, our wedding never happened. Understand?” Digta tightly gripped Zeya's wrist.

I don't know what that means.

“Aduh, sick, Mas. I also will not want to be considered as the snatch of my own brother's husband.”

“Good if you understand. Because at any moment, I won't be able to consider you as my wife. Understand?” Digta's last sentence before letting go of Zeya's hand and getting out of the car.

Somehow the cold atmosphere was so gripping, and made Ziya's blood rustle.