Match Again

S2 Episode 33's

At almost midnight after the heat struggle, Raka lay face up looking up at the sky. While Zia sleeps on her stomach, putting her head on her husband's chest. Clad in blankets they seemed silent nobody spoke to each other. Raka occasionally exhaled like many thoughts.

Zia is a woman who has a high level of sensitivity. She knows that her husband is currently experiencing a lot of problems but maybe because he does not want to involve her Raka chose silence. Zia buried her face in the chest of the field Raka hugged her even tighter, no matter what happens he just begs to always make Raka stay strong and always love his family because he is the only man in this house.

Raka lowered her gaze rubbing Zia's head. “I'm sorry,” batteries. After that he took off Zia's embrace and got out of bed lowered his legs to the cold floor and went to the bathroom.

Zia raised her body and chose to lean on the head of the bed. He seemed to take a deep breath until almost washed away in a dream, after the clinking sound of the phone rang surprised him, making Zia jerk he glanced at the nightstand turned Raka's phone that rang. He took the initiative to open the phone and when pressing the lock screen he was surprised because Raka had replaced it.

Zia's bad thoughts instantly wandered everywhere. What the hell is this? Should he ask Raka? Or should he choose silence and investigate all by himself? Zia folded her lips twisting her eyes looked thoughtful. Yeah, she's decided, maybe she'll figure out for herself what happened to her husband.

Until the sound of the bathroom door opening made her flinch from the daydream, she immediately returned her husband's phone to the nightstand and after that fixed her sitting position.

Raka came out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around her hips while her hands held a small towel to dry her head, she frowned when she saw Zia's gurgle. He set foot to get closer to Zia. For a moment he glanced at his phone on the nightstand after then checking it out.

“So your phone rang. Looks like there's an important chat,”. Before Raka asked he chose to talk first.

Raka checked her phone and saw who called her at midnight like this. After a while checking the incoming messages Raka put down the square-shaped flat object again.

“Who?” zia's curious soul encouraged her to ask.

“Not important.” Raka's answer was quite a single word and Zia did not dare to ask any more. After that he turned his body.

The woman held up her position holding the blanket on her chest tightly and then said, “Why?”

Raka blinked her eyes and stopped her steps. He turned to look at his wife who had recently asked him many questions.

“Why?” he confirmed Zia's question because it was still ambiguous.

“Iya, why did you change your mobile password?”

Raka chuckled, not expecting Zia to have opened her phone. He thought his wife had no excessive curiosity all this time. Apparently the assumption is wrong.

"Have you checked my phone, Zia?" tanyakanya. He swung his foot towards the nightstand taking his cell phone.

Zia was nervous because she saw Raka's face change. Her husband did not like her actions. Zia bit her lower lip.

"I was just wondering who called you tonight like this. But .... when you open the password code it turns out you use the code not my date of birth anymore."

A thin smile was engraved from Raka's lips. After that he turned the phone screen in the direction right in front of Zia's face. He pushed the button according to Zika's date of birth.

"Did you see it? I replaced this passcode with whose date of birth?"

Zia nodded in embarrassment. "Oh .. so you're changing Zika's date of birth?" He grimaced showing a row of white teeth. So as it turned out, after the presence of the child his position was replaced.

Raka pinched her cheeks fatigued. "Who else is Zika? Don't you think I'm changing to another woman's name?"

Zia felt embarrassed covering her face with her own palm. After that Raka walked over to put on her clothes.

"It's been night, you know, that night's shower wasn't good for health. The heart especially," said Zia.

"You're right too." Raka put his head into the shirt after the thin white shirt was used he stepped out.

"Where are you going, baby?" zia asked to see that Raka was leaving.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat first" he said.

Zia had just remembered that there was no food at the dinner table, because she and the baby sister had bought outside for lunch. He patted his forehead, how could he forget that Raka had not eaten yet while the servants at his house took a leave of absence today.

"Wait!" Zia uncovers the blanket covering her body after then scattering into the bathroom.

Raka who saw it only furrowed her brows while standing looking for Zia.

No matter how long Zia was out already wearing pajamas sleeves and shorts. "I'll cook for you because there's no food on the table." He walked past Raka, got out first.

"But why is there no food? Where are the servants on duty?" tanya Raka walked following Zia.

"I purposely told them to take a leave of absence today. You know for yourself, don't you? Mama and Vita are not home, so why are they cooking. And I thought you were going home for dinner outside" said Zia down the stairs along with Raka.

After arriving at the kitchen Zia opened the refrigerator. And found nothing there. It seems that tomorrow when the servants come he must give a reprimand for not taking care of the kitchen needs properly.

After shaking her head Zia turned to look at Raka before her. "Nothing could be in the refrigerator." her eyes scanned into the small cupboard above Raka.

"What if I make noodles? My stomach is hungry too. We're eating together, okay?"

Raka shook his head, how could he have forbidden his family to eat instant in this house. "You know for yourself, don't you. I don't let my family eat instant noodles" she said.

"But just once doesn't hurt, does it?" Zia on her tiptoes opened the small cupboard to pick up two packs of instant noodles.

Raka shook her head, holding her stare. "I said I can't, Zia." His wife was really stubborn. Even Zia casually made the noodles into a pot.

"I don't want to know, you have to risk yourself if anything."

Zia has lips. "I've gotten used to eating like this from childhood, how can I be okay, sir."

While Raka just keeps blabbering like a bio. Zia continues to cook until the noodles are ready in the bowl. He raised with both hands fanning the smoke from the noodles aimed at Raka.

Raka threw away an indifferent face, ignoring her already uncontrollably thrashing hunger down there. Meanwhile, the smoke from the bowl that Zia was holding disturbed her kiss made her stomach rumble even more.

Zia inhaled deeply the scent of that instant noodle before her. "You?" tanyanya raised the bowl towards Raka.

Raka threw away an indifferent face, but for whatever sake her stomach was very hungry now.