Forced to Get Off Bed
11. Zeya Disappears!

“Devil father, why Auntie Zeya was left to go.”

Ciya's words were clearly on Digta's head. Make Digta focus scatter when starting the car engine.

Suddenly Ambar's face appeared in his head, was nagging, or worse yet brutal crying because of the loss of his sister. Remembering, Digta couldn't see his wife crying the most.

But, his sister-in-law is very childish, and likes to lash out. Digta was most males faced with the attitudes of such childish women.

Why Ambar and Zeya are like heaven and earth.

“Let's find Aunt Zeya again,” said Digta finally. Inevitably, Digta must be able to persuade Zeya not to snack again and want to return home.

All this Digta did just for Ambar's sake. Otherwise, even if Zeya is kidnapped, mutilated, and his body is dumped into a tank. Digta doesn't care.

Because ngurusin women like Zeya, is tantamount to a waste of time.

Diga and Ciya get back down from the car, back into the mall and surround the Mall to look for Zeya.

But, almost tired of them looking, Zeya does not look the trunk of his nose.

Is Zeya missing?

They came to the information table so that Zeya's characteristics were announced.

“What's the age, Sir?” Ask the customer service.

“Hmm...” Digta tried to remember. “About twenty-three-twenty-four years, Mba.”

Costumer service named Dita was raising eyebrows. “Twenty-four years? It's grown up dad. It should, not be lost. Maybe cover to cosmetics store or women's clothing times, sir.”

Digta glared at Dita. Can a twenty-four year old woman not be lost? And the loss can't be announced, can it?

“She's a little autistic, Mba. Hence easy missing.” Digta tried to explain that the customer service mba-mba understood that Digta did not have time!

Just talking on the mic, is it hard, anyway? Should Digta talk? And scream to let one mall know that Digta lost Zeya?

“Oh, so, sir. Fine, Mr.” Dita finally understood and began to announce the loss of Zeya.

“Paution, for those who saw or found a twenty-four year old girl named Zeya. With long hair features, wearing pink t-shirts, and torn jeans knee parts, and have mental retardation please report to the first floor information table. Currently being awaited by his brother-in-law named Pak Digta.

Once more….

for those who saw or found a twenty-four year old girl named Zeya. With long hair features, wearing pink t-shirts, and torn jeans knee parts, and have mental retardation please report to the first floor information table. Currently being awaited by his brother-in-law named Pak Digta. So much and thank you.”

“Already, Sir,” said Costumer service Dita to Digta.

“Usually wait how long, Mba?”

“Most greetings every day, Sir.”

“Oke, thank you.”

While waiting for Zeya's appearance, Digta took Ciya to sit in the waiting chair and enjoy the ice cream.

Well, in the end Digta was forced to also buy Ciya eskrim so that his son was at home waiting.

***

Ambar once said that in Jakarta it is prone to snatch and also many bad people. That is why, Ambar always forbids Zeya from traveling alone.

But, this time Zeya reckless because he was fed up with the attitude of his brother-in-law.

Zeya continued to walk along the sidewalk, the distance from the mall was quite far. And now, Zeya was confused where to go. While the paperbag contains his new phone hugged tightly so as not to be easily snatched. Zeya has not been able to use her phone because her phone is still sealed.

TINN!

A motor suddenly follows Zeya's steps. The owner of the Honda CBR250RR opened his helmet.

“Zeeya..”.

Heard his name called. Zeya stopped stepping. He looked towards the owner of the motor.

Zeya frowned because he did not know the face of the owner of the motor well. Until the man opened his helmet.

“Still remember, don't you?” Ask the guy.

Zeya immediately laughed. How could Zeya forget about the handsome guy who was on his campus. “Zega?”

“Haha, yes.” Zeya. “Why are you alone walking here? Careful, loh. Here prone jambret.”

Zeya looked around him. “Ng—iya. Actually, I'm also afraid to be here.”

“You don't nebeng?” Zega stuck to the back seat of his bike. “Let me anterin you go home,” said Zega again with gantlemant.

“What is ngerepotin?” Zeya felt very good.

“Considered? If ngerepotin, why do I give you a ride.”

Zeya was silent for a moment while thinking.

“Where? Want no?” Ask Zega again to make sure.

Finally Zeya nodded. “Oudah, yes. Besides, I am also confused where to go.”

Zega also gave one helmet to Zeya— which is always Zega provided on the bike.

“So now, where do you want to drive, nih?” Zega looked back for a moment after putting his helmet back on.

“Ng—“ Zeya confused again. Better to cost? Or go back to Ambar's house. If it costs, Zeya must have a lot of money. While the money is currently the rest of the food. “Ke aja, lah,” says Zeya finally.

“Oke, where is the address?”

“Hm...” Zey thought again. Where yes, Digta's home address.

“You don't know?”

“No, hehe. I'm not this guy's real, so I don't know the way either.”

“Yes, Zey.” Zega pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Where do you want to find his home address?” Zeya looked at the curious head as Zega fiddled with her phone.

“Ask campus. One of them, there are heavy fans of Pak Digta. He must know information about Mr. Digta. Mainly home address.”

Zeya was astonished beyond measure. He was just about to confront Digta. To the point of knowing Jin Tomang's address.

“There are still only, people who defans with Mr. Digta.” Zeya made a comment.

“Are you not ngefans?“

“Ihhh, still mending me hardline fans Jimin. From si Jin.”

Zega laughed out loud at Zeya's innocent speech.

“‘It seems, you are not familiar with your own Brother Iparmu?”

“Ngak. You have to be familiar with him. I'm one of the haters of Mr. Digta.”

Zega's laughter broke again. Shortly thereafter, Zega finally managed to get Digta's home address.

“Zey, have met the address. The distance is not far from here, kok,” explained Zega. “What if before going home, we travel first?” Zega's offer cannot be refused. Because for Zeya, it's a good chance to get closer to Zega.

“Hayuk!”

Zega started the engine. “Handle, Zey.”

“Handle where?”

“My waist only,” said Zega origin.

Zeya gulped, but still hugged Zega's waist. Then the motor also shot peegi.

I don't know what kind of crucifixion Zeya last night to the extent, he can walk around Jakarta with the prettiest guy on his campus. And ride a motorcycle like a gang boy anyway! The novel of Zeya's life. Full dramatic.

“Zey, my house is not far from the home of Mr. Digta.” Zega accidentally yells for Zeya to be heard. “If you don't mind, we can go to campus together.”

Zeya glared in shock. Behind Zega's back hiding, Zeya still had time to smile shyly.

Turns out, Zega gercep!

But wait a minute ….

“You're saying I'm this big, not because of Mr. Digta, right? You want me to still want to persuade Mr. Digta to change your grades from E to A, right?”

“That's not what it means, Zeya. I really want to help you, really. If you refuse no problem.”

Well, golden opportunity should not be denied. He said it would not come twice.

“No, I want,” said Zeya finally. Make Zega's smile grow.

After finishing the streets, finally Zega drove Zeya to his house.

Zeya got off slowly from the Zega bike.

“I can ask for your number?” Zega asked directly sat the set.

“Bby. 08158762519.”

Zega typed in Zeya's mobile number and saved it.

“But, don't si chat now Yes. Because my phone is broken. And it's not opened yet, maybe it will be opened later.” Zeya showed me a paperbag with his new phone.

“Okay.” Zega kept his phone back in his pants pocket. “Then I say yes.”

“Still a lot, Zega.”

“Sama-sama.”

After leaving a sweet smile, Zega darted away riding his motorcycle.

Digta's car wasn't in the yard, it was possible that Digta hadn't arrived at the house. Or, Digta is still busy looking for Zeya's whereabouts?

Masa bodo.

“Assalamualaikumm, I'm home.” Zeya opened the door.

Ambar looked at Zeya— who entered the house while Digta's car was not outside the house.

“Loh, where's Mas Digta?”