Only Zi
Territorial Zone
Instead of taking a bath, Zi looked through a set of toiletries and cosmetics that her husband used. Zi was amazed to see the scene before him now.
Hm. really to be handsome and beautiful sometimes it does need the contents of an extra bag. It must be expensive, because I've never seen it in a television commercial..
After finishing with his ritual, Zi decided to return to the living room. As Zi headed towards the sofa, it turned out that the food Za ordered was already available.
Za told him to eat with her immediately. Zi chose to eat by sitting on the carpet and eating with her hands.
“Why under?”
“Hm.. more comfortable sir, especially when eating directly with hands like this, more delicious while giving his thumbs”
“Unfortunately the influence of eating with hands can be more delicious?”
“According to Zi the influence of sir, he said in our hands there is also an enzyme, as long as you have washed your hands, so it feels very different from us using a spoon, especially if we eat fed directly by people we care about"
"When Zi still likes to be fed by Mother, Zi can add a few times, because it feels different once there may be a love bonus there” Zi spoke while imagining the Mother in the eye.
“You're lucky Zi”
“Why?” That question was not answered. But Zi guessed as if there were lost times from this man who was beside her
“Father ever eat with hand?”
“Tever”
“Times, never or can't?”
“Tak can because never at all”
Yes in this world there are people who can not eat directly using their hands, is it only happening in Indonesia? No other country uses their hands? Ah there's ko, then what's with this guy?
Finally, they both spent their dinner unceremoniously.
In addition to the chat, they agreed to keep their marriage a secret from the office people, until Za had a chance to meet with her parents to explain what happened to them.
Zi also agreed to that, anyway when Zi leave yesterday Zi did not tell the reason he was on leave, the plan of friends in his new office he will tell when the distribution of reception invitations, he said, but what does God's destiny say is different.
Za moved to his study, while Zi intended to take a pillow from the bedroom to sleep on the sofa, because his eyes could not be compromised. When Zi was about to sleep
“Why sleep there?”
“Tak why Pak”
“Just sleep in the room, let me just sleep here”
“Where can sir, this is the place where you live, I am only a new resident, so it feels impossible for me to be rude to the owner of the house is not it?”
“After me, a wife should not argue with her husband is not it, want to until when we argue about the bed?”
What wife? He called me wife?
Inevitably Zi obeyed the will of the man. He moved towards the bed, with an erratic feeling. The sofa was filled by the man.
Zi turned her body back and forth, not because the mattress was uncomfortable, more than comfortable even. Zi was sure that the price of this mattress could be up to twenty times what he had at home.
God, why does that man make me feel guilty. What should I do, I can't control my feelings, because it still feels like a dream. Although I knew the man, but this kind of situation was never imagined.
“Pak….Sir..” Zi woke up the man who was already asleep. Since there was no sign of life, Zi slowly pulled the man's sleeve without touching his skin. Finally the man realized
They ended up sleeping in the same mattress, with a limited bolster in the middle as a territorial zone.
*****
The next morning, Zi woke up early in the morning between sleeping in an uncomfortable condition or berto’a hopefully the time runs quickly so that the morning is soon before.
Zi only had time to prepare a ceplok egg fried rice that had previously been approved by the owner of the apartment.
After finishing his breakfast, Zi paid to the office first to use ojeg online in order to get to the office immediately.
The day went on as usual, until lunchtime, the message went to Zi's phone
“Sore later we bring the goods from your old place”
“Good Pa, I will rent a car only, Mr please go straight back to apartment”
“Send address!”
What the fuck is this, use all exclamation mark, it's like a company
Without thinking long Zi sent her boarding address, by insisting that the man did not need to help the transfer process, because it was not nice if anyone saw.
Za just looked at the girl pacing back and forth in the alley several times, because the car could not get into the location of the boarding.
Yes Za kept the promise not to come while moving, she only controls the girl from inside her luxury car. Until the moment Zi carried some items in her left right hand, Zi fell down and sprained her legs.
Za who saw the sight immediately ran over.
“Tuh right, if the feeling of the head is as a result like this” Zi can not argue, because at this time he is holding back his pain.
“Can still walk? you get in my car” Zi nodded slowly. It was better for her to walk around in pain, than for her to be swept away by this man.
“There are still items left behind no?” Zi just shook her head. The man then approached the driver of the rental car and showed the address where the goods should be sent.
After giving some money tips, the man left Za's apartment. Don't ask how Zi can climb to the top. Za asked the female clerk in her apartment to help get Zi, as she still seemed to want to keep her distance from her husband.
Zi stuck her feet out on the sofa, while occasionally grimacing. Za took the ointment medicine from her P3K box.
“Why are you so easy to dislocate anyway?”
“Not me who wants Pak”
“Hold ya”
“Eh What do you want?”
“You think I want to do what?”
“Let's go sir, we're looking for a masseur woman” cecar Zi
“You know not, how was the view of the woman who helped you walk? You're in full hijab with a guy, living together in an apartment, but the guy lets the girl walk with someone else, as if I wasn't your husband and I wasn't the man in charge”
“Mr why be a sih” speech
“You understand mahrom, right? Hold ya”
Zi covered her mouth with both hands, enduring the pain she had been feeling since.
