Forced to Get Off Bed

40. Pick up Ms. Kiara

What the—

What the hell just happened? Digta could have almost kissed Zeya. His own brother-in-law?

Errata, errat, Zeya is his current wife.

Ah, br*haw! How could this possibly happen.

Digtaaa, wakeful! Ambar is gone.

Digta kept slapping his left and right cheeks in turns.

Then decided to get out of the room. He had no guts to meet Zeya after everything that had happened.

“Not sleeping?” Tina Tanya who is still faithful sits on the sofa while watching her favorite soap opera.

“Numbered, Mi.” Digta stepped into the kitchen.

“Which clothes are you, Dig? Later in the wind, loh.”

“Yes, you'll have a shower later. But, now want to make coffee first.”

“Loh, why make your own? Ask for help dong with your wife.”

Digta let out a tired breath. “He's asleep. Anyway, I can make my own, Mi.”

“But, can not be denied again right, if during Ambar's life, he who always make you coffee?”

“Yes. Now Ambar is dead.” Digta replied lazily. Talking about the same things over and over again, there will be no end.

***

Zeya's heart is still beating. Now, he had finished taking a bath and using a towel. Unfortunately, he forgot to bring a change of clothes.

“Ahhh, Stupid Zeya!!” Zey hit his head repeatedly. “How is this...”.

Zeya did not dare to meet Digta, after the incident that had just happened.

But, Zeya also couldn't possibly be inside this bathroom all day. Without a thread either.

“Huhhhft!” Zeya took a breath repeatedly until she felt her guts were strong enough to come out from inside this bathroom.

After feeling her condition began to improve, Zeya ventured to open the bathroom door. A little peek outside his room, and it was fortunate that Digta was not in the room at the moment.

Quickly, Zeya ran to get all her clothes and went back inside the bathroom to put on her clothes.

When Zeya came out of the bathroom again fully dressed, Digta had not yet appeared. Until one day, Zeya heard the sound of footsteps approaching towards his room, Zeya immediately hurriedly slept on the sofa and covered his entire body with a blanket.

There was a long breath coming out of Digta's lips. Making Ziya's heart beat, fearing that Digta would do something bad to her again.

“Have you slept?” Tanya Digta cold.

Zeya did not reply, and preferred to be quiet.

“Sorry about earlier,” said Digta calmly. The man took a towel behind the door. “Seeing your face from a short distance away, reminds me of Ambar. Until I almost release.”

Zeya finally removed the blanket from her body. “I mean Mas Digta, Mas Digta thinks I'm Mba Ambar?”

“Your faces are similar.” Digta's short sentence before going into the bathroom.

Ah, so she thinks of me as Mba Ambar? So, don't you stare at me as Zeya? His wife? Good then. Because I don't want her to fall in love with me.

Jiaahh, who are you, Zeya? Until Digta falls in love with you? What is, Digta was even disgusted to see your childish behavior.

***

The next morning, Zeya kept watching Digta— who was wearing a tie in front of the mirror. And Digta seemed very troubled, considering all this time that always binds his tie is Ambar.

“If you can't, don't wear a tie all.” Cute Zeya.

“I have an event at the rectorate, so have to wear a tie to impress formal.” Then Digta got upset himself to the point of removing his tie from the shirt. “Aaah! Why is it so hard, anyway.”

“You want me to help you?” Fresh Zeya hearts.

Digta looked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa since. “Can we?”

“Formally put up Papa's tie. Because Papa works always pack a tie.” Zeya got up from the sofa and stepped closer to Digta.

Now they stood face to face, and both looked equally awkward. Moreover, the roar of their breath felt very close.

Digta slightly cleared his throat to shake off his awkwardness. While Zeya began to tie Digta's tie neatly and painstakingly.

“Already.” Zeya shies away from Digta's face.

Digta noticed his appearance in the mirror. “Still,” says Digta briefly. Then get out first from the room.

***

After finishing breakfast, Zeya, Ciya and Digta get into the car for a quick ride.

“Oh yes, yesterday Bu Kiara so send her home address to your number?” Tanya Digta as their car sped out of the house.

“Home where?”

“Mas Digta really want to pick up Bu Kiara?“

“Why?” Digta looked at Zeya at a glance.

“Well, it's okay, anyway. But, it will be very awkward to have one car with Bu Kiara.”

“Why be awkward? He's also your lecturer.”

“I've never studied with him.”

“But, he remains a lecturer at your campus.”

Zeya glared smugly. “Already, I sent the address to Mas Digta's number. Mas Digta just look at it yourself.”

“All your mobile numbers.”

“Iya-iya!”

Digta stared at his phone when Ziya had already sent the home address, along with Kiara's mobile number. The car that Digta was driving was darting along the map towards Kiara's house. And the journey they took was not so far away, it only took fifteen minutes.

After stopping in front of Kiara's house, Digta contacted the woman.

“Halo, Mom. It's me Digta, I'm already in front of Bu Kiara's house,” Digta said on the phone. “Good, Bu.” And the connection is cut off.

After keeping his phone back in his pocket, Digta turned his head towards Zeya. “You moved sit to the back.”

Digta's order that made Zeya stupefied. “What?”

“Iya. Move sit to back.”

“Keep, Bu Kiara sat in front, so?”

“Hm..”

“Ih, don't want.”

“Why not want?”

“Why do I have to go back and succumb to Bu Kiara?”

“You are still easy, both SD children like Ciya. So connect more if you two talk.”

“Ih, sucks!” Despite being cobbled, Zeya still moved to sit in the back seat. Rather than being pounced on by Digta alive.

“Tante Zeya, Bu Kiara who is it?” Ask Ciya innocently.

“His new Mother Candidate Ciya,” chirps Zeya origin.

“Hush!” Tegur Digta's. “Bu Kiara's friend Dad at work. He is also a lecturer like Father.”

“Ooh, so yes, Yah.”

“Iya, darling.” Digta smiled a bitch.

Shortly thereafter, Kiara finally appears and sits in the front passenger seat.

“Sorry yes, long.” Kiara looked at Digta with a bad feeling.

“Nothing, kok.” Digta smiled sweetly. And that smile was never shown to Zeya by Digta!

Then, Kiara turned her head back. He was slightly surprised by the whereabouts of Ciya and Zeya.

“Eh, Zeya,” greet Kiara warmly.

“Iya, Mum.” Zeya smiled forcefully.

“This must be Ciya yes...” Kiara menowel Ciya's thigh.

“Iyaa, Aunt.” Ciya smiled sweetly.

“Bu Kiara, if you want to get closer to his son Mas Digta I have to be patient. Because Ciya is really reooggggg really!” Zeya says perfunctorily.

Makes Digta bulge wide. “Diem you, Zey!”

While Ciya laughed crazily as if he was shaking with the talk of adults.

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