Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

9. Zidan Room

Zia never thought of this as her destiny, having been driven out of the house by her own father, now she and Zidan have only one day to pack their things.

Neither Zidan's parents nor Zia's allowed them to stay in her house. If Zia's parents are angry, not with Zidan's parents, they are only punishing them for their actions, so they know the consequences.

Now Zia is at Zidan's house, for tonight Mother Dian is begging her husband to allow Zidan and Zia to stay in her temporary home.

"Papa revoke all your facilities except handpones and motorcycles" said Dimas, who is only owned by Zidan. Now the four of them were sitting in the living room after returning from Zia's house. Their marriage was held at Zia's house.

"From tomorrow out of this house!, make your own money to pay for your wife, for school fees are still a responsibility," continued Dimas then sighed, actually the weight of removing his teenage son, all he knew was that he needed and depended on his parents.

"Yes, well, Zidan wants to sort things out first." Zidan stood up and went to his room, Zia followed him on the orders of Mother Dian.

"Well, are you sure you want to let them out there? They are not ready Well," asked mother Dian when her son and daughter-in-law had entered the room.

Dimas' father was silent, and he was actually hesitant. Without answering, he left his wife who was crying again. Actually his wife's cry is his biggest weakness, if he is too long here he can influence his decision.

In Zidan's room, Zia was just sitting on the sofa watching Zidan who was busy packing her things. Zia had already taken a bath at Zidan's orders when the woman entered her room. He was bored now, as he offered to help, Zidan rejected him and told him to sit still.

"A lot of stuff is already in the machine?" ask Zidan while closing the case.

"Not yet, said Kak Zio tomorrow ushered here," he replied, Zidan nodded his head as he threw his body on the bed. His breath signifies today he is so tired, both physically and heart-weary.

Zidan was silent looking at the ceiling of his room, his mind was now very chaotic and confused, he had to take where the woman who had become his wife, had to work as a way to finance his life and Zia, he had to take her, and what he should be like with Zia.

"Zidan's." The call from Zia broke her daydream and brought her body back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hm?" Zidan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zia who looked nervous.

"Zia has savings money, can be made for a while, but.." said Zia hesitated, she was not sure the money was enough.

"But what?"

"It's just a little bit" Zia replied not changing her way of speaking, still hesitating and a little nervous every time she spoke to Zidan.

"Why, hopefully enough until I get a job. My ATM was confiscated, I had only a few in my wallet" Zidan pointed to his wallet at the nightstand.

"Then he's staying in the rented first why?" zidan asked a little grimacing unpleasant to bring the favorite daughter of a rich family to live a difficult life.

"Whoa," Zia replied shaking her head.

"Little?"

"Whoa."

"Settor?"

"Whoa, Zidan."Zia bit her lower lip, she was actually hesitant, but she had to be able to make a living and try to understand the current situation. She is no longer the favorite child of papa and her mother, she is no longer her brother's favorite sister, she is now just the wife of the man who is looking at her in the shade.

Zidan was silent, all Zia's answers gave him a little sense of calm, at least Zia wanted to and did not mind him bringing a rough life later.

"Is there a contract?" ask Zia.

"Hehe hasn't.. Tomorrow I will dance," replied Zidan, his hands scratching his nape that did not itch.

"Zia's coming, too" Zia said with a pleading gaze.

"Engga. Lo here first, tomorrow morning I'll run by myself, in the afternoon I pick you up again if you've found a suitable one." Zidan's words made Zia puff her cheeks disappointed, could not join in looking for a contract for them, but she also did not want to trouble Zidan if he took her looking for a contract.

"Tomorrow Zia can still be here?" zia asked softly, she was afraid of being kicked out when Zidan left.

Zidan walked to the bathroom, wanting to clean himself with cold water, his body was already sticky and uncomfortable. "Lo sleeps first in bed, not on the couch."

Zia nodded, choosing to lay her tiny body on Zidan's mattress. Mattress that is as soft as the cardboard at home, he will enjoy the comfort of the mattress before tomorrow he sleeps on the mattress as it is.

Zidan came out of the bathroom and found Zia who had fallen asleep curled up without a blanket, her legs stepped closer to Zia and wrapped the body slowly, not wanting to disturb the wife's sleep.

It was still strange to say that Zia was his wife, too shocking. He used to know the woman in front of him as a spoiled girl and as the sister of his best friend. Now, Zia is already his wife, his responsibility, and perhaps his future.

After being satisfied to look at the cute face, Zidan chose to check the phone that he had not opened at all this day.

His eyes were round when he saw many missed calls from Ayra and a spam chat saying the girl was from his house.

His breathing grew heavier, he was determined to release the girl well. Not wanting to make her girl hurt any more. However, he would not be honest about his current status, he had to discuss everything with Zia, his wife.

Ayra ♥

I'll see you tomorrow, I want to say something.

^^^Don't tomorrow, the day after. I want to talk to you too, ^^^

^^^ I will clear everything.^^^

Ayra ♥

Okey.

In an ordinary place?

^^^Engga.^^^

^^^Besok I tell you where it is.^^^

Ayra ♥

Yeah, you're okay, right? You leave school tomorrow?

^^^Engga, you are sleeping malem.^^^

Zidan put his phone back on the nightstand, then laid his body beside Zia. Because he was tired, Zidan had fallen asleep in an instant.

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Ayra stared at the screen of her phone and then smiled bitterly, she grew more convinced that there was something Zidan wanted from her.

Zia also felt a little strange and felt something different from the attitude of her best friend, especially Zia. As if there were things she should not know, Ayra was not stupid. He knew that even though they tried to hide it, he understood the gestures of a person's body very easily, in accordance with his aspirations to become a psychologist.

As he was busy with his thoughts, suddenly heard a message from his cellphone. Zia linked her eyebrows when she had a message in the form of a photo of a number she did not recognize.

The deg!

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