Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

67. Return of Zidan Assets

Zidan just got home from school. Zia's husband is now opening his dish before cooking lunch.

"What is this lunch for?" she asked Zia who was holding a glass of water for her.

"Zia doesn't want anything, Zidan cook what Zia eats," Zia replied as she handed him a glass and received Zidan's uniform to hang. Still wear it tomorrow.

"What's in the kitchen?"

"Egg same instant noodles doang," replied Zia. Zidan seemed to be thinking what he would cook or just buy outside.

Not having a refrigerator makes them rarely stock up on vegetables and other groceries, usually Zidan and Zia only buy for the next two or three days.

"Yes already. Eat outside, yuk" Zidan took a jacket, Zidan still wearing gray pants.

"Have money? If you do not make fried rice just nggapapa," said Zia. Although actually he was lazy to eat fried rice on this hot afternoon.

"There was. The money won the Olympics yesterday is good," replied Zidan while handing a peach-colored cardigan to Zia.

Zia shook her head, "Hot," she said, refusing to wear the cardigan.

"Make it on the doang bike," suggested Zidan and Zia reluctantly accept it. "Later if you already have a car do not need to use again."

A smile rose from Zia's lips, silently confirming Zidan's words.

"Let's buy some milk, let's go." Zidan spoke as he stepped out of the house.

When they had just opened the door, Zidan's body immediately stiffened. Closing his eyes for a moment and opening them again, the fear he saw was not real.

"Dad?"

A half-century old man nodded, then smiled at the son. "Where are you going?"

Zidan did not answer, really not knowing what he should do now. It felt like all this was like a dream, after five months of never seeing his face, now the face that was no longer young was smiling shadyly at him.

"Can you come in?" dimas asked when Zidan did not answer the previous question.

"Eh, yes. Well, let's go in" replied Zidan who was able to control himself again. Zia also walked away from the door to let her father-in-law in.

Zidan coded Zia to make him drink, Zia who understood to go straight to the kitchen and make him drink, all eating biscuits to delay his hunger.

I want to say something to you, same to your wife, too" Dimas said as Zia placed a drink on the table. Zidan nodded then helped hold Zia's waist who was about to sit down.

"What the hell is Dad?"

Dimas took off the buttons of the suit he was wearing to make his seat comfortable. "Gini, I want you to work in our family office."

Zidan raised one eyebrow, why did his father suddenly offer to help after five months like he never cared for him in the least.

"Calm down, I didn't put you in a low position. I want you to replace the accountant who just fired," continued Dimas see the response of Zidan who was astonished at him.

"Dadn't you angry?" ask Zidan in wonder. Zia had just been silent and noticed the interaction of the child and father that looked quite stiff. Probably because they have not interacted for a long time.

"When are you angry?"

Oh yeah yeah. Zidan so remember, at that time his father only wanted Zidan to take full responsibility for the actions he had done, not angry.

"Dad knows how you've been fighting all this time. Your mother has told me everything, and now is the time to return what should be your right," Dimas said as he reached into his pocket and put down the ATM, car keys, and so on, and lock the room on the table. Room key?

"I mean Dad?" Zidan still did not believe what he saw.

"Your father's assets are returned, including you must return home and work more decent," said Dimas without any doubt in his sentence.

"But Yes-"

"There is nothing but a fireplace." Dimas knows very well how the nature of this child. Zidan will not be easy to change his stance, if this is how he must force.

"And you went back alone, without him" Dimas said, pointing at Zia. Zia looked down in fear, Zia resigned if indeed Zidan would leave him and return to his old life.

Zidan better his assets never come back than to have to part with his wife and future son.

Dimas suddenly laughed at his son's anger. Dimas stood up and patted Zidan on the shoulder twice. "Dad was joking, you brought Zia home too. You build your household in a house that I've prepared for your future."

Zidan let out a sigh of relief, lucky that his father was not that cruel.

"Zidan thought about it?" asked Zidan doubtfully. Afraid of offending his father.

"To move, you can think first. For assets, I don't want to take it home again, it's heavy in the bag." Zidan nodded in understanding his father's intentions.

Zidan hugged his father and thanked him.

After taking off his embrace, Dimas turned his gaze to Zia who from the beginning was only paying attention. "Where's Dad's ghost?"

"Okay Om" Zia replied spontaneously.

"Kok Om anyway, Dad dong call him rich Zidan." Zia embarrassedly nodded.

"Good Well."

"What kind of granddaughter-in-law is Dad? healthy?" asked Dimas again when he saw the stomach of his daughter-in-law was already quite large.

Zia nodded, "Alhamdulillah is good also Om, uh-Yah."

After that was just a chat approach a father-in-law to the daughter-in-law who had been expelled first. Apologies dominate their conversation.

"I'm sorry, well, if Zidan lives first how? Zidan wants to buy food," Zidan's permission recalls Zia and herself haven't had lunch.

"All at once. I want to go home, you know dad, because I'm here with your car," said Dimas who moved from his seat.

"Yes, come on. It's Zidan take it again, I'm sincere, right?" tanya Zidan picks up the ATM and car keys on the table after getting a confident nod from Dimas.

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"Where? like?" ask Zidan when they just finished eating at Zia's restaurant first. Zidan deliberately brought Zia here so that Zia would feel happy. Now they are on their way home.

Zia excitedly nodded, "Like it... Zia has not eaten there for a long time. Last same Brother Zio about half a year ago."

Zidan smiled looking at Zia's happy face. Truly he was very grateful to his father, thanks to him Zidan could see the smile Zia who had not been seen for some time. Precisely since the expulsion at Zia's parents' house, Zidan only saw the smile once when their baby first kicked.

"How do you think Dad's offer is the same?" Feeling that this was the right time, Zidan would negotiate it with Zia.

"Zia is actually comfortable in the current contract, but if Zidan wants to go back to Zidan's house, Zia just follow." Zia's answer made Zidan nod his head in understanding, he was also somehow a little unwilling to leave the contract just like that.

"It's safe but when you wake up the body pegel because the mattress is thin? Often lumbago due to squatting, worse have to wait for payday if you crave something?" Zidan uttered that with a burst in his chest. Zia shook her head in disagreement.

"Zia's used to it."

"How can I take you back to my parents' house, you want? I want a more worthy life for you to be with him" asked Zidan, holding Zia's hand.

Zia nodded, "Zia wants to."

With an expanding smile, Zidan kissed Zia's cheek while at the red light. Zia's new feelings warrant Zidan's remarks about owning a car, but now they're actually riding it.

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