Forced to Get Off Bed

38. Zeya the Fool, Digta the Grumpy

“Mas Digta what is here?”

Zeya watched Digta and Kiara alternately. Who the hell, doesn't know Kiara? One campus alone knows who the most beautiful lecturers on campus are. Although he was thirty years old and above, his face still looked young. In fact, he became the target of the students.

But, to Zeya's confusion, why are Digta and Kiara at this party? Brother Zega's party?

“Bu Kiara is also here?”

“You don't know yet?” Zeya looked at Zeya. “Bu Kiara this is my aunt.”

“Oh yes?” Zeya raised both eyebrows.

“Iya, Zey.” Zega chuckles amusedly.

Okay. Zeya understands now why Kiara is at this party, because Kiara is still one family with Zega. But, what made Zeya not understand, why was Digta also here?

Was Zeya's guess right all along? What if Digta and Kiara have a special relationship? Especially when you see them talking so close to campus.

B-but, right, Ambar hasn't died long ago. What the hell, Digta's been cheating on you all this time?

“Basic crocodile,” chirped Zeya without sound. Even so, Digta could read the speech on Zeya's lips.

“What did you say?” Digta is loud. Making Zega and Kiara look at him.

“Why, Sir?” Ask Kiara wonder.

Zeya immediately crossed paths while looking towards Kiara. “So, how long have Bu Kiara and Pak Digta been in a relationship?”

“Connect?” Kiara raised her eyebrows.

“What before my Mba died?” Ask Zeya again defiantly.

Makes Digta feel embarrassed. “Sorry, a minute yes...” Digta pulls Zeya's hand away from them. Then the two of them spoke in a quiet place.

“Apply, Mas!” Zeya brushed off Digta's touch.

“What the heck, your silly question is that?” Digta snapped at the woman in front of him.

“Silitary question Mas said? Ridiculous in what way? It's only natural that I'm so. The problem is, Mba Ambar was not long dead, but Mas Digta had PDKT with other women. He said love, he said, baby, preeet! Crocodile!”

“Heh!” Digta ruffled waist. “Jaga what you said!”

“Keep, why are Mas Digta and Bu Kiara so close? To the extent that, Mas Digta went to the Bu Kiara family party. There is no way this happens if you do not have a special relationship.”

“Because—“ Digta stopped his sentence. There's no way he's telling Zeya that Digta deliberately went with Kiara to get to meet Zeya and bring her home. There is, Zeya can be big heads! “We go home.” Digta immediately pulled Zeya's hand away.

“Loh, Mas, why suddenly I come home?”

“What time is it? Later Mami and Ciya nyariin us.”

“T-but, we are not yet alone, Mas.”

“Already, we can part with them tomorrow.”

Digta continued to pull Zeya until Zeya's feet tripped over rocks and broke his heels.

“Aduh...”.

Digta halted his steps, sighing furiously at the sight of Zeya's attitude. “What else?”

“Heels I broke because of Mas Digta.” Zeya became dongkol and took off his heels next to him.

“Lagian, why are you dressed like this. Are you the one who wants to get married? Why wear heels and short dresses all. Your dress is short, do you realize?”

“Why does Mas Digta care about my appearance?”

Digta exhaled with annoyance. Arguing with Zeya would have no end, as they were both stubborn. Digta leaned over and stood before Zeya's feet.

“Eh, Mas Digta would you like to say?” Zeya closed her skirt.

“Please your shoes next to it again,” peeka Digta cold.

“Ng—apa?”

“Please your shoes, fast!” Digta had touched Zeya's shoes, waiting for the woman to take off her shoes.

By force, Zeya took off her shoes. So that both his legs are naked alias nyeker.

“Destroyed shoes like this don't get made again.” Digta threw Zeya's heels into the trash.

“Mas, why dumped? That's a new shoe, bought Zega.”

Zeya is really cocky, for some reason she has to marry this shitty guy like Digta.

Zeya finally gets into the car, and Digta closes the door. Then Digta turned around the car to sit in the steering wheel.

The car left the party.

Digta grabbed the jacket behind his car seat, and threw it at Zeya.

“Close your thighs. Don't wear such a short skirt again. We don't know if Zega is a good guy or not. It could have been him framing you, teasing you, then—“

“Then what?!” Zeya frowned. “Zega is not as bad as Mas thought.”

“From his body gesture it seems that he is not a good man. Don't be tempted with it.”

“Say jealous.”

“Whose rush? Is a woman like you pantes in jealousy? Can't do anything.”

“Ih.” Zeya turned her lips in annoyance. Then his phone rang, Zega's name twinkling on his phone's screen.

Zeya does not need to ask permission with Digta to receive a call from Zega.

“Halo, Zega, sorry yes, I have to go home because Mas Digta did not get me back home kemaleman,” said Zeya after the call was connected.

Digta immediately seized Zeya's phone. “Halo, is Bu Kiara there?”

“Ih, basic is not capital. Want to call his girlfriend, but pinjem cell phone someone else.” Zeya mumbled annoyed.

“Halo, Miss Kiara, sorry I have to go home without saying goodbye first. Because my son is waiting at home, I feel sorry if I go home. Oh yes, one more thing, Bu Kiara's car problem is still on campus, so tomorrow I just pick up Bu Kiara to the house and we leave together. Ms. Kiara can share her address through this phone. Or, please send Bu Kiara's number to this number yes, Mom. Fine, thank you, Bu.”

Digta returned Zeya's phone after she finished talking to Kiara.

“So, Mas Digta goes with Bu Kiara tomorrow?” Ask Zeya to investigate.

“Only form my responsibility, because Bu Kiara's car was deliberately left on campus,” said Digta ketus.

“Then I can dong tomorrow to campus with Zega?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“If Mami knows, how?”

“Every once in a while, Mas Digta has to think about my fate, not Mami!”

“Which is it, who are you? Until I have to think ofnu.”

“Because I'm Mas Digta's wife.”

Instead of pity, Digta laughed.

“What's funny?”

“Where is a wife, but have another boyfriend.”

“Mas Dipta also has a girlfriend, tuh.”

“Bu Kiara is not my girlfriend.”

“Modus.”

“Lagian, still you can think of yourself as a wife. A woman who is not painstaking like you, can still call yourself a wife?”

“Indeed, women who are not painstaking cannot be wives!” Zeya snapped in annoyance. “What a wife should be able to do everything?”

“At least, should be able to serve her husband.”

“Serve?” Zeya created sharp eyes, then covered his body with a gift jacket from Digta earlier. “I mean Mas Digta, I am not a real woman, so?”

“Loh? It's not me who talks.”

“Finally, I was told to serve Mas Digta.”

Digta shook his head while flicking Zeya's eel. “Once stupid, still stupid.”

“Aw..”