It's Not You I Want

Inculpation

Kiya rushes home she forgets today her sister-in-law and her husband are going to visit, too Asik playing with a stray cat makes Kiya forget to go home.

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the phone in the bag rang, Kiya knew who it was.

"waalaikumsallam zi"

"you go where the hell, zila has come, you run all day, do not have to go home"

"sorry zi, I forgot that zila wanted to come, this I've been on the road 10 minutes until"

"i told you not to go home" zidan said with emphasis, he decided his call was one-sided, Kiya could only take a deep breath.

...

"assalamualaikum"

"navaloupe"

zila stood up despite the distress with her distended stomach

(gess if wonder why here zila pregnant, because this story began one month after they returned from Indonesia, where the zila at that time was still pregnant, so do not be surprised ygy)

"Sit down Zil" pinta kiya walked over, the two women hugged each other to give up longing, Kiya rubbed the belly of the zila distended"

"sorry, Zil, I forgot that you wanted to come "

"no papa mbak, we also just got here"

a split second Kiya clashed with Zidan who had just returned from the kitchen with a tray in his hand, but quickly the man first decided his gaze.

"somehow Zil, I'm gonna eat something for lunch "

"no need to mbak, later I same Daffa eat at home, mbak must be tired, just come directly cook"

Kiya smiled for a moment

"not Zil, mbak already promised to masakin you, mbak also have a lot of shopping for you "

"want zila help you?"

"no Zil, you can do it yourself "

zila nodded and again sat beside Zidan, the man did not want to just rebuke his wife, he was indifferent and preferred to busy himself with his sister and sister-in-law.

"yeah, mbak cook first, papa will not stay"

"yes, I'm not papa"

...

Kiya first changed her clothes, too hot all day outside, today Kiya plans to cook her sister-in-law's favorite food, Kiya has also bought the ingredients.

Kiya peeling the onion first, as well as some spices needed, somehow it feels like the woman's stomach is back nausea, but this morning it has been vomited everything.

"ueek" Kiya rushes into WC, inside, Kiya regurgitates the liquid from inside her stomach, she has not eaten all day, because there is no appetite at all, Kiya, but now it had to be forced to remove all that was left from inside her stomach

Kiya wiped her bitter lips, Kiya's eyes glazed with vomit, Kiya sat leaning against the cold wall.

his legs were squeezed after spewing out all his entrails, actually Kiya was tired, Kiya lost a lot of energy, but he had already promised his sister-in-law, it was not nice to also leave her in-laws to rest.

Kiya returned to the kitchen after tidying up her appearance.

Kiya continued cooking her dishes, all the spices were ready to just put her chicken, a heavy sound that made her shocked

"i told you not to go home, just stay out there, why go home"

Kiya was just silent, reluctant to respond to Zidan's remarks, too tired to feel if she had to argue in her condition which was not good.

"just outside, see yaa"

Kiya turned to look at Zidan, really he did not expect what zidan said

"what did you say zi?"

"from where?, from the meeting?" Zidan repeated his question

"fucking you what zi"

"iyaa met that same loo, same guy who at that time, did he come back to Indonesia "

"Mbak Kiya, why "ask zila worried"

"ah, no papa ko Zil, this is your brother's jailing"

"seriously no papa"

"iyaa Zil, no papa, you just wait outside, your brother will follow"

zila nodded for a moment before returning out

Zidan stared intently at Kiya, the woman was already teary-eyed.

"Why not say if you yell at your husband, why, huh, why"

Zidan slightly pushed Kiya's shoulder that was no less sharp looking at her husband, her voice choked, Kiya was no longer able to say anything to Zidan

"You want to point to them, how insolent you are to your husband"

"yeah"

"why, why silence, cried Ki, shouted" zidan pushed back Kiya's shoulder, this time quite hard, until Kiya hit the end of the table

Kiya endured the pain in her back, but the man did not care, he waltzed away just like that"

matian Kiya held back her tears from falling, at her bite her lower lip held the tightness she felt so bitterly.

Kiya resumed her cooking by enduring the excruciating pain.

Finally her cooking was finished as well, Kiya arranged her cooking at the dinner table before asking her sister-in-law to eat.

his head began to throb, his vision began to blur, Kiya held on to the shoulder of the chair so as not to be unsteady.

maybe because of the effects of not eating so Kiya felt dizzy, he rushed out to call his family for lunch together.

"eat Yo Zil, daf , Ma'am, you guys have lunch"

"Zidan stood up first, helping his sister to stand up, Kiya could only look, as Zidan unfortunately did to his sister, when there was Daffa there too, but Zidan still paid attention to his sister, Zidan, honestly Kiya is jealous, she never again gets zidan's attention after she makes the man disappointed .

Kiya rubbed her flat stomach, swallowed her hard saliva, zidan passed her just like that without even looking at her face, did zidan really not feel the pain that he was now bearing.

"come on" asked Daffa, who saw that his brother-in-law was standing, Kiya smiled for a moment before entering the kitchen

..

"eat a lot of Zil" Kiya scoops rice into a zila plate, then daffa, but when Kiya wants to take Zidan's plate, the man first lifts his plate and takes his own rice.

Kiya sat back down, keeping her smile, she was so hungry she wanted to eat right away.

"truly __enak" said zila enthusiast

"the time of Zil"

"yes, I'll teach you the recipe"

"thank you Zil, I'll teach you when"

"eat daf, add rice"

"no need to mbak me, have taken a lot of his rice, fear mubasir"

Zidan struggles to reach for the glass in front of Kiya, Kiya helps her husband to take her glass, but it is precisely the cold gaze that he gets from the man

"it's zi"

..

"No need Zil, let me rest you there"

"make _let me help you, Ma'am is cooking, when I don't help at all "

"no papa Zil, really"

"kalo mbak not ngijininin I wash the dishes, I will not want to come again to your house "

"o Allah zila__Yes, I've been afraid of it "

zila smiles triumphantly.

His sight again blurred, the pain in his head increasingly became, the,

"Zil couldn't stay"

"iyaa mbak no papa "