Forced to Get Off Bed

45. Happy News

“Pak Digta ...”

Kiara's voice that appeared made Digta retreat away from Zeya. The atmosphere became awkward and tense.

Especially Zeya who suddenly felt this weirdness.

“Excuse me, I go first.” Finally Zeya decided to shy away from this awkward atmosphere.

Digta is becoming more and more misbehaved.

“You do fight a lot with Zeya huh?” Kiara asked suddenly. It made Digta breathe a sigh of relief. Since Zeya didn't ask about ‘why did Digta almost kiss Zeya’?

“Yeah, bias. His name is also Kak-Adik.” Digta grinned blandly. ”You why is it outside?”

“Ciya said it was cold, so I want to ask for an extra blanket with the nurse, Sir.”

“Oh yasudah, Bu Kiara come in. Let me ask with the nurse.”

“Good, Mr. Digta.”

When Kiara entered the hospital room, Digta immediately ran to find Zeya.

“Where did the rancid go.” Gertu Digta while circulating his gaze around when he arrived at the hospital lobby.

Then, he saw Zeya and Zega enter through the lobby door talking and laughing as if their conversation was funny.

Digta immediately blocked the path of the two.

“You what?” Digta ruffled his waist while glaring at Zega sharply.

“Pak Digta.” Zega retreats. “Ng—ini, I want to visit your son in the hospital.”

“Zega also brought food and toys for Ciya, loh,” Zeya continued.

“No need, I can buy toys for my own child. Better, you just go home.” Digta spoke ketus while throwing out Zega blatantly.

“Mas Digta why, anyway? What's wrong if Zega wants to visit Ciya.” Zeya felt bad.

“Obviously wrong. Zega had no blood relation with Ciya. So, instead of wasting your time here. You better study diligently, because tomorrow we will quiz.”

“Then, Mas Digta should drive out Bu Kiara as well, dong,” Zeya chirps.

Zega looked surprised. “My aunt is here?”

“Ho-oh, Your aunt is nervous. Act as if she is Ciya.”'s mother

“Jaga your greeting Zeya.” Digta felt unacceptable. Then touch Zeya's wrist. “Come back to top.”

“Mas Digta...” Zeya couldn't do much when Digta forcibly pulled her away from Zega. “Mas Digta why bummer gini, anyway? Poor Zega. He is also tired of coming here.”

“You don't keep busy courting, take care of our children too.”

Our kid?

Zeya fell silent as Digta said the sentence. While in the elevator, Zeya had not said much more than following Digta's directions.

***

“Udah meningan not yet, Ciya?”

Zeya kept watching from sofa—when Kiara acted pretentious in front of Ciya. In fact, all the attention-grabbing. Making Zeya half dead.

“Udah, Aunt...” Ciya smiled sweetly.

Then, Kiara walked over to Digta who was sitting next to Zeya.

“Pak Digta wants lunch? It's lunch time, you know. Do not let, Mr. Digta late to eat and fell ill,” Kiara said weakly.

Made Zeya want to vomit hearing that.

Huweeek!

Huweee!

So jijay!

“I wasn't offered, Mom? I'm more laper than Mas Digta,” chirps Zeya origin. Digta so narrowed his eyes sharply towards Zeya. But, the bodo, it is.

Kiara chuckles. “Zeeya want to eat what?”

“Eat anything, Buk. The important thing should be expensive and tasty yes.”

“Hush! Don't fuck you!” Tegur Digta's.

“Loh, if Bu Kiara doesn't mind, no problem, right?” Zeya acted as calmly as possible.

“Tante Zeyaa, want no fairy tale bacain for me?” Ciya.

Zeya immediately got up, but the one who approached was Kiara. “Let Aunty alone bacain ya, Ciya.”

“No!” Ciya. “I want the same Aunt Zeya.” Ciya pointed at Zeya.

Zey smiled triumphantly. It's good to get rejected! Wlek!

“Mission yes, Buuu, hot aer want to pass.” With his arrogance Zeya stepped past Kiara's body. Then Zeya climbed on top of the gurney and slept next to Ciya while reciting a fairy tale.

“Bu Kiara, how about if we drink coffee in the cafe downstairs?” Bargain the man.

Kiara tried to bring out her smile. “Bby, Sir.”

Zeya hissed back and saw Digta and Kiara leaving.

“Tante Zeya, Ciya does not like Aunt Kiara,” whispered Ciya after they were out of the hospital room.

“Loh, why?” Zeya was surprised to hear Ciya's statement.

“No likes, ugly, no look like Mom.”

“Ih can't do that, loh.”

“Iyaa, but Mother said, Ciya should smile to anyone. Hence, Ciya smilein ajah!”

“Indeed, who does Ciya like? Ciya must have a surrogate Mom to take care of Ciya and Dad.”

“Why is Aunt Zeya taking care of me and Dad?”

“Ha?” Zeya was shocked.

“Iyaa, Aunt Zeya is beautiful, mother-like, cool, and her voice is good every bit of Ciya fairy tale.”

Zeya was at a loss for words. Usually, the words of the little boy are always honest.

“Hehe, so if Aunty becomes Ciya's mother, is it okay?”

“Nothing, Ciya even seneng. Ciya likes to be near Aunt Zeyaa.” Ciya hugged Zeya warmly.

I don't know why Zeya was so moved until he shed his tears. He did not expect that Ciya would love him like this. Zeya felt that Ciya's blood was flowing in her body as well.

“Tante Zeya why cry?” Ciya looked up when she saw tears streaming down Zeya's face.

“Nothing, Babe.” Zeya. Because remembering Ambar. The person she misses so much at this time.”

“Say Mom, we can't cry. If we feel sad, we should pray to God that our hearts are calm.”

Hearing the sentence, Zeya's cries broke even more, and Zeya hugged Ciya tightly.

Digta went into the hospital, looking at the hug scene performed by Ciya and Zeya. I don't know what they're talking about, but seeing it makes Digta happy.

“Ehem Digta.

Making Zeya and Ciya's hugs come off.

“Dad...” Ciya.

Zeya hurriedly wiped away her tears.

“Why cry?” Digta stepped closer.

“Nothing.” Zeya answered quickly, he did not see Kiara coming with Digta. “Which Kiara Bu, Mas?” Ask Zeya.

“Home home.”

“Good then. You see, Ciya does not like Bu Kiara. Isn't that right, Ciya?”

Ciya nodded steadily.

“Why not like it? Aunt Kiara well, loh.” Digta persuaded his son.

“Baikan also Aunt Zeya,” Ciya replied again.

“Tuh, right, I'm a goodkkk!” Zeya is proud of her.

Digta just shook his head and lazily responded.

“Oh yes, Mami and Papi contacted.,” Digta continued again while sitting in the corner of Ciya's gurney and near Zeya. “Mami and Papi said that today they will return to Kalimantan.”

Instantly Zeya widened his eyes. “Serious?”

“He’eh.”

“Alhamdulillaaah!” Zeya bowed in gratitude. That meant, there was no more Grandma Magic in her house. Zeya can go free, and can also go back to sleep in her room.

“And tomorrow, there is already a housekeeper who will help your work at home,” Digta continued again.

Of course, it made Zeya even more happy. “Serious, Mas?”

“Yup.”

“Ya Allaaah, thank you Mas Digta. Thanks a lot.” Reflexes, Zeya immediately hugged Digta for being too happy to hear this news.

“Aduh...aduh, you bend tightness!”

Zeya immediately took off her embrace after waking up. His face was red.

“You blush.” Tempt Digta while chuckling amusedly.

“Aish!!”