Forced to Get Off Bed
10. Tuh, right! Snooze again.

“Ciya, can I ask you please?”

Ambar looked at Ciya expectantly, as the daughter was about to sit on the dining chair.

“What is it, Mom?” Asked Ciya with her innocent face.

“Call Aunt Zeya, dong, in her room. Take a meal with us.”

Since then, Zeya did not see his nose coming out of the room. They all had dinner in the dining room.

Ciya gave a thumbs up. “Okay, Mother.” Ciya also stepped towards Zeya's room.

Zeya's room was not locked, so Ciya could enter her room freely.

“Tante Zeya where to go?” Ciya asked in surprise as she looked at Zeya who was arranging her clothes into a suitcase.

“Tante want to go from here, Ciya,” Zeya replied despite sobbing.

“Why go? Don't go, dong!” Then Ciya came out of Zeya's room and shouted. “Ibuuuuu!” Ciya approached Ambar again. “Momuu, Auntie Zeya would like to stop by, she has already arranged clothes into a suitcase,” said Ciya plain.

Just contact it makes Ambar's eyes become wide-eyed. “Go?”

Ambar stared at her husband for a moment, who was still eating dinner while looking at his cell phone.

This must be due to the debate between Digta and Zeya.

Ambar got up from the chair and headed for Zeya's room. The woman took a deep breath when she saw Zeya making clothes while crying as she pleased.

“Zey, where are you going, anyway?”

“I want to leave this house, Mba. I better be alone. Let Mama and Papa do not want to pay my fees, later I can find my own work.” Zeya's breath was cut off.

“Although you can find work?”

“Can I, Mba. I'll venture.” Zeya locked her suitcase. Then he got up and took the bag on the bed. Zeya pulled the suitcase while carrying her bag out of the room.

“Zey, don't be so dong.” Ambar blocked his way. “Mba needs you here, Zey.”

“Why does Mba need me here?” Zeya looked up at Ambar. “I can't cook, I can't wash, I can't clean. I'm just a burden to the Mba family Ambar.”

“Who said that?”

“Just ask with Mas Digta if you don't believe.”

Ambar took a deep breath. “OK, briefly. You wait in the room, do not go anywhere first ya.” Ambar pushes Zeya and closes the door to his sister's room.

Ambar then returned to the dining room. “Mas,” call Ambar to her husband.

“Hm...” Digta was still chewing food while checking his students' duties on mobile phones.

“I want, you apologize with Zeya,” said Ambar who made Digta finally look up.

Next to his eyebrows rose. “For what?”

“For mistakes you've made because it makes Zeya uncomfortable.” Ambar intonation rising.

Digta chuckled amusedly. “I? What mistakes I made was indeed. Your own little brother is overreacting, Ambar.”

“Mas, reasonable, Zeya the youngest child. He has never been treated like this before. He's a spoiled kid, Mas.”

“Well, continue you want me to spoil him?”

“It's not so, Mas. I want you to be nice. That's aja.”

“Weird just you this.” Digta shook his head and refocused on his phone.

“OK. If you do not want to apologize with Zeya, I will also follow Zeya out of this house,” said Ambar firmly. Ambar never challenged her husband like this.

Digta looked up again. “Ambar ...”

“Mas, please…. Just apologize. What's the trouble, anyway?”

Digta sighed furiously. “OK!” Digta finally got up from the chair. “I did this only because I was too fond of you until I went crazy.”

Ambar smiles at Digta's arrogant face, but still willing to obey his wishes.

Ambar and Ciya follow in Digta's footsteps and begin to enter Zeya's room.

“Zeya,” call Digta.

Zeya wiped her tears tightly. “What?!” Ziya asked fiercely.

“I'm sorry for my attitude—which may be bad in my eyes. I beg you not to leave this house. Poor Mba Ambar, she is lonely and has no friends,” Digta said earnestly.

Zeya grinned in heart. It could also be that Jin Tomang spoke sweetly. Is it because the master is here?

“Iya, Zey. Mas Digta was right. Oh yeah, isn't your phone broken? How about tonight we go to the mall to buy your new phone,” said Ambar.

Is this Ambar's way of bribing me to stay here?

Ciya jump for joy. “Ciya follow-tt yes, Ibuuu!”

“Ayuk change your clothes first. We will wait outside yaaa.” Persuade Ambar again. Then bring her husband and Ciya out of Zeya's room.

“Keep pampering your sister.” Digta still feels cocky.

“Absolutely you are not coming?”

Ambar shook his head. “I still want to finish dirty plate.”

“Let's just get it done, Mbar.”

“Nothing, Mas. Titip my sister, anyway.” Ambar whispered again.

Before long Zeya appeared and had already changed clothes.

“Be careful yes, kaliaan..” Ambar seems happy to be able to let Digta and Zeya go without him.

“Loh, Mba Ambar not coming?” Ask Zeya bengong.

Ambar shook his head. “No, Mba keep home only.”

“Cute dong, Ibuuu.” Ciya pouting.

“Kan, there is Aunt Zeya who takes care of Ciya. I want to relax at home. Yasudah, go there, hunt malem.”

Digta got out of the house first.

“Come Aunt Zeyaaa.” Ciya drew Zeya's hand to leave immediately.

***

“Let's choose hp fast huh. Since Ambar is alone at home,” Digta said as their car sped away.

“Iya, Mas.” Zeya pout.

Bribed with a new cell phone by Digta and Ambar. It seemed that Zeya was starting to melt down and decided to just stay in their house. After all, Zeya was also hesitant, would she be able to live if she lived alone? Where do you want to find a job? Zeya is not ready to live independently.

After arriving at the mall, Digta brought Zeya into the cell phone store brlogo apple bite.

“Mas seriously want to buyin hp me this brand?” Zeya looked at Digta in disbelief.

“Hm.” Digta just cleared his throat.

“Which type, Mas?”

“Terlarah. Don't be expensive.”

“Hehe, yes, Mas.” Zeya finally chose boba phone three. And Digta did not mind paying for his phone.

“My debt is paid off yes,” Digta said after they left the phone store.

“Still yes, Mas.” Zeya was happy. If only Digta had been a good sister-in-law, Zeya would have embraced him as a thank you.

But, this, sorry is yaw. Importantly, Zeya had already gotten what he wanted.

“Tantee, we play it yuk.” Ciya pointed to the tenpat children's games such as bathing a ball.

“Ask Dad dong.” Zeya's whisper to Ciya.

Then Ciya pulled out Iba's face. “Dad, Ciya can play it?”

“No way,” replied Digta firmly.

Ciya immediately pouted.

“Yaudah Ciya, ntar sometime Aunt bring Ciya play it yes. How about now we eat ice cream aja.” Zeya tried to persuade Ciya who was about to cry.

“Eating ice cream also can not, later it hurts,” said Digta again.

“Yeah, Ayaaah. Ciya wants to eat ice cream with Aunt Zeyaaa. Why can't you.” Ciya ended up crying too. “Ciya want eskrim Dad.”

“Ciya, how will you get sick? Does Aunt Zeya want responsibility? Where can he take responsibility. Just taking care of himself can not, even want to be a burden on others.” Digta's sentence again made Zeya's heart sliced.

“I mean I said so, what?” Zeya felt unaccepted and ruffled by the waist. “Mas think of me as a burden on the family, Mas? Yasudah, why are you sorry about everything! I can, stay alone and find work by myself.”

“How can a spoiled child like you live independently, Zeya. Because since long ago you life just depends on your parents, now with your brother also.”

“Mas be careful yes by the way!”

“Why? Is there a wrong sentence?”

Zeya's eyes glared wide about to come out. While the man in front of him just looked at him with a sinless face. Zeya's chest also joined the fireworks in order to control his emotions that almost exploded in front of Ciya. He didn't want Ciya to get scared if Zeya went berserk. Especially in a public place like this.

“OK! If so, I will leave the life of Mas and Mba Ambar. So you don't think of me as a burden anymore.”

Zeya turned her body and walked away.

While Ciya continued to shout Zeya's name. “Tante Zeyaaaa! Dad, Aunt Zeya go.”

“Leave it.” Digta took his son to the car park.

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