Forced to Get Off Bed

36. Permits

“What did you say?”

Tina glared at Zeya as if her eyeballs were about to pop out. It felt, Zeya was eager to chop up her in-laws body. But he should be able to control his emotions better.

“Nothing, Mi.”

“Already, move you there…. Let Mama cook. If you can, tomorrow you take a cooking course. So don't bully like this.” Tina continued to nag without caring about Zeya's feelings. Making Zeya gedeg and dongkol. “Better you help Mami wash dishes only.”

“Iya, Mi.” Fortunately, Zeya had already bought gloves for washing dishes. So, he does not need to be afraid anymore if his hands blister due to allergies.

“Good morning,” greet Digta cold while sitting in the dining chair.

Tina saw the condition of Digta's clothes that were tangled and shabby, but still she was wearing. Digta is a very perfectionist man.

“Yes Forgive Digtaaa, take off your shirt. Give it to your wife, so that she irons your clothes,” said Tina excitedly to the point of leaving her cooking just like that. And Zeya immediately continued Tina's cooking, because he lived in oseng-oseng only

“Nothing, Mi.” Digta was being indifferent.

“How can this be, you are usually a very neat person and care about appearance. Zeya...” Tina yelled out to Zeya. “You should understand dong, why is your husband's clothes not ironed like this?!”

“Pagii Omaaa, can not be angry.” Ciya finally came and joined the dining chair.

“Well, that too...” Tina pointed at Ciya. “Ciya school uniform really tangled. You're not ironing first, Zey?” Tina ruffled waist.

Zeya turned off the stove, he let out a heavy breath while staring at the magical Granny. “Sorry, Mi. I don't know.”

“Ndon't know how? Be present! Time just don't know, anyway.” Tina approached Ciya. “Ciya, let's open the uniform first, to be ironed with your mother. You are also Digta.”

Digta had to open his shirt to make it bare chest. Zeya becomes awward, as this is the first time she has seen Digta bare-chested. Then, Digta gave his shirt to Zeya, as well as the follow-up Ciya uniform was opened and given to Zeya to iron immediately.

Ironing and washing dishes was the most annoying job in Zeya's life. He also took an iron in Ambar's room and ironed the clothes there.

“This time...” Digta suddenly appeared while throwing his pants. The man only wears a boxer.

“Astaghfirullah!” Zeya rubs her chest. “Mas Digta!” Zeya. Especially the Digta boxer patterned one peace.

“Sorry, I have to pack those pants. Because comfortable. Because of the tangles, I'm asking you to do some ironing. I can't iron clothes.” Digta sat in the corner of the bed.

Zeya gulped with a chelate, but she should not be bothered by Digta's presence and should stay focused on ironing the package.

“Aduh...” Zeya was too eager to iron the clothes, so the hot iron accidentally hit his hand.

“Why else?”

“Awww, hotsss!”

“Why do you always make it difficult for me, anyway.” Digta got up and took the grilled ointment in the nightstand drawer. Then throw the grilled ointment at Zeya. “Nih, pack it!”

“Still, Mas.” Zeya pouted and smeared his own burns.

***

“Well, so will your clothes neat, Digta.” Tina commented after Digta came out with a shirt that Zeya had ironed. In fact, Ciya has also used her school uniform again. More neat and fragrant.

Okay noted! I should be able to iron clothes for my husband and son. To make my in-laws happy. Well, suffered my life once.

After breakfast, they leave. Zeya sat in front of Digta who was driving while blowing his hand— which still hurts due to the ironing earlier.

“At home, you never do homework?” Digta opened the voice.

“Engga, there will be bibik.” Zeya answered.

“Ambar never want to use bibik,” continued Digta.

Zeya knows where Digta's talk is going, surely the edges want to compare Ambar and Zeya's prowess.

“I'm not Ambar.” Zeya slumped in the chair. “Everyone always compares me to Ambar. In fact, even though we are blood, we have the opposite nature.”

“Ngerti,” reply Digta briefly.

“I want, from now on at home should use bibik.”

Digta turned his head towards Zeya. “Unfortunately can not finish homework by yourself?”

Zeya shook her head firmly. “Can't, Mas. Moreover, I was busy in college. How do I divide my time. Anyway, time anyway, I have to do the dishes every day.”

“You did, already bought gloves for dishwashing.”

“Mas, I'm not babu.” Zeya glared smugly.

“OK, I thought again.”

“Think?”

“Finding the aunt can not be arbitrary. Moreover, I am the type of person who does not easily believe in people I just know. It could be the boomerang of our lives. We also do not know, whether the worker will intend to work or maling.“

“Mas mostly think negatively of others, that's why Mas Digta's life was never a blessing.”

“What you said!” Digta glared at the woman next to him sharply.

They looked at each other again before finally deciding to shut up.

***

“Later to go home from college I can no longer permit?” Zeya ventured to ask after they had arrived at the campus, and Ciya had also been escorted to her school.

“Where?” Tanya Digta coldly while turning off the car engine.

“You work group.”

“Who the hell, your group?” Digta turned his head towards Zeya.

“Zega and Jerry.”

“You are indeed dating Zega?”

Zeya.

“Well, if you want a show no problem. But, do not point out such an attitude in front of my Mami.”

“Lagian, Mami Mas Digta why so long back?”

Digta shrugged both shoulders. “You want group work where?”

“Not yet know.”

“I came home late too, later finished the group work you contact me. I'll pick you up and we'll go home together. All that I did was to make Mami unsuspecting. Understand?”

“Iya, Mas.”

“Already, get out of my car now.”

“Iya.”

Zeya and Digta smaa-sama get out of the car. Just about to step away, Kiara suddenly approached Digta. Making Zeya so look at the man suspiciously.

Though, not long ago Ambar died, but Digta was close to other women. Where their conversation looks familiar and fun anyway.

Ah, but it's none of Zeya's business. Let them take care of each other's lives. Marriage is just a status.

***

Zeya sat in one of the back and corner class seats. He fiddled with his cell phone, looking for cooking course links not far from home. It seemed, she had to learn to cook so that her in-laws would not insult her constantly.

“Zey...” Zega took a seat next to him.

For some reason, Zeya and Zega become awkward. Moreover, the last time they met, Zega knew that Zeya had married from Tina's mouth. Is Zega going to talk about this?

“Eh, hi..”.

“Um, ntar malem will not come with me?”

Zeya breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Zega did not discuss about the problem of ‘married’.

“K-where?” Zeya's getting awkward.

“To my sister's wedding event, the event was held at night and outdor. Well, you know. I'm tired of being teased constantly because of singles, so I want to take you as my partner later.”

Zeya cleared his throat and changed his sitting position so faced off against Zega. “Gini, I don't know where to start this conversation. But, you must be wondering again, about the words of a woman in my house at that time. Who said I was married. Actually—“

“I know, it's kidding, right?” Zega. “They asked you to get married, right?”

Zeya gulped. “Ng-iya.” It seemed, Zeya paused her intention to speak honestly with Zega. After all, Zega also thought the conversation the other day was just a joke.

”Where? Wanna, right? Ntar malem I picked up.“

“Ah, don't get picked up. Coming home from group duty, you just accompany me to the mall looking for clothes for the condangan. I decided not to go home. Well, than no more fuss.“

“Okey.” Zega smiles.

Zeya immediately sent a message to Digta.

From : Zeyya

To: Digta

Mas, coming home from making group assignments, I'm permission to go yes. Zega wants to take me to his brother's court. And malem's home.

Digta instantly read my WhatsApp messages as fast as lightning. But, not directly reply to him. Until Zeya had to wait for Digta's reply for an hour.

To: Digta

To: Zeyya

Ok.