Forced to Get Off Bed
12. Picked up Guys

“Pak, sorry, our mall is closing. Maybe the person you are looking for has gone home,” said customer service on Digta while Digta and Ciya are still waiting at home in the mall.

Digta grunts furstrasi. “Yaudah, thanks.”

Digta took Ciya back to his car.

“Ayaah, why is Aunt Zeya not here yet?” Ciya asked with a panicked face as they were already sitting in the car.

Digta was panicking too. His head almost broke at the thought that Ambar would be angry at him for making Zeya disappear.

The man took a deep breath, he did it over and over again. Then, Digta tried to contact Ambar. Hopefully, Ambar will forgive him.

“Mas,” say Ambar on first ring.

“Ambar.” Digta's breath was stifled. “Sorry, I—“

“Come home, Zeya is already at home,” cut Ambar quickly.

Made Digta's eyes wide open. “What?”

“Yes, she sudsh home.”

Digta groaned in annoyance until he squeezed his phone.

Really that woman! For hours we waited in the mall, hoping she would come after it was announced by the customer service that an autistic woman was missing. And with all her heart, she came home without telling us? Okay, Zeya, what else are your unqualified plans and ambitions!

“OK, darling.” Digta tries to control his emotions. “We'll be home, now.”

***

“Tante Zeyaaaaa!!” Ciya ran into the house when she saw that Zeya was already sitting on the sofa. Ciya slid into Zeya's arms. “Me and Dad are tired of looking for aunty, loh,” said Zeya with his innocent face.

Zeya just smiled. “Maafin Aunt yes, Darling.”

A smile? Goody.

“Who are you going home with?” Digta looked at Zeya coldly.

“Temen.” But Zeya refused to return the man's gaze.

Digta's patience is really tested.

“Mas..” Belt-rigged amber. “Now make it clear everything is now. We've all gathered here. Do you really like my sister living in our house? You assume, that my sister is a burden to you?”

Tuh, right! Ambar rampaging.

Digta sighed in frustration. “Not so, Darling.”

“Not so how? Zeya gets home alone, loh. If you don't like it, say it, Mom. Me and Zeya will find another rented house.”

“Ambar...” Digta.

While Zeya sneered in the heart. “Ambar-Ambar, pret! Turn with Mba Ambar new turn on ciut.”

“I beg to be mature, Mas.” Ambar put on a pleading face. “I don't want you cold war anymore.”

“Mba, it's okay, really. I can take care of myself, and live independently. I know that Mas Digta cannot accept my presence here.” Zeya began to dramatize the situation.

Makes Digta bully.

“No, Zey. Mba won't let you out of this house. If you leave this house, then Mba will also go!” Ambar shouted firmly.

Makes Digta's guts worse. Where can he live without Ambar. He could be crazy in his world.

“Sayang ..” Digta grabbed Ambar's hand. “Heard of news, BS again released the latest products, loh. How about tomorrow we directly samperin his counter.” Digta grabbed Ambar and took him to the room. “The product this time in collaboration with Disney. The bag is very nice and soft material.”

Zeya chuckles amusedly at Digta's attempt to persuade his angry wife. Now Zeya already knows Digta's weak point.

Now, Zeya was also able to calm down.

Because on top of Digta, there is still Ambar.

“Tante Zeya again ngetawain Dad huh?” Ciya asked again when Father and mother had already entered the room.

Zeya nodded while covering her mouth which did not stop nagakak.

“Tante Zeya again jailin Dad too? Dad and I are freaking out, you know. Cariin Aunt Zeya,” said Ciya again.

“Hihi, yes. Let me know the taste. Afterwards, your father is fierce with Auntie.”

“Hihihi. Yes, Father fierce. Let's ajah.”

Ciya and Zeya are now a plot while giggling together endlessly.

***

After being in the room, Zeya immediately opened his new phone. He installed a simcard on his phone so it could be used immediately.

In the end, Digta will replace Zeya's phone with a better and expensive one. If so, Zeya willing all his goods damaged and destroyed by Digta to be replaced with a better one.

Before long, there was an incoming message on his phone.

From :+681726344

[Hi, Zey. It's me Zega. Save yes]

To: +681726344

[Okay, Zega]

Zeya immediately stored Zega's mobile number on his mobile phone.

From: Zega

[Tomorrow to go to college at what time?]

To: Zega

[08.00 With Bu Melani]

From: Zega

[Same dong. I'll pick you up?]

Yes there is no way Zeya refused this slick opportunity. When else would he go to college without Digta? Eventually, Zeya finds a much better and handsome ride. And finally, Zeya can be free from that Jin Tomang too!

To: Zega

[Okay, I wait:)]

***

“Good morningii...”.

Zeya appeared in the dining room with a half-faced face and looked happy. Tumben-tumbenan once Zeya said hello, but last night he just held a cramming event with Digta. Until the man dizzy seven roving around looking for him.

Seeing that, Digta reached his food.

“Huk.”

“Mas...” Ambar immediately gave Digta a glass of water.

“For the beautiful Aunt Zeya,” greet Ciya with a fluffy smile.

“Ih, you are also beautiful.” Zeya pinches Ciya's cheek gnashing.

“Tumben once this cheerful early in the morning. What's up, huh?” Ambar smiled suspiciously. Moreover, seeing his sister's appearance was different than usual. This time, Zeya looks more neat, clean, and coquettish by using a ribbon in her hair.

“Hehe, nothing. Just want to give happy news,” said Zeya again with enthusiasm.

“What happy news is this?” Ambar curious.

“Today, I'm not going to Mas Digta's college anymore.”

Digta and Ambar looked in shock. If Digta feels that bad because the rioter will not get in his car this morning. But, unlike Ambar who was sad and disappointed.

“Why, Zey? Who are you going to college with? Mba will not let you take public transport.” Ambar panicked.

“Cock, Mba. I got picked up temen.”

“Temen?” Ambar frowned. Then he looked at Digta. “You know with Zeya's friends, Mas?”

“Loh, where do I know.” Digta shrugged indifferently.

“Why Mba should ask Mas Digta everything? Who is this Mas Digta, until you have to know my friends.” Zeya snorted bitterly.

“Zey, you are new, live in Jakarta. You also have not had a month of college, the time has been nebeng-nebeng with others. Is that guy trustworthy? What if that person is just using you?”

Zeya turned the puffed-up eyeball. “Mba, please, please. I am an adult, twenty-four years old. Mba Ambar shouldn't suspect me like that. I can take care of myself, kok.”

“Betul!” Digta follow nimbrung.

Ambar glared at Digta.

“Can't, Zey. Mba does not want you to go with anyone except with Mas Digta,” said Ambar again.

“What?” Zeya.

“How to do that, Mbar.” Digta also refused.

TINNNNN

The sound of the motor horn began to be heard in the courtyard of Ambar's house.

“Well, it's my friend already picked up.” Zeya got up from the chair. “I go first yes, Mba.” Zeya kissed Ambar's cheek and rushed out of the house.

Ambar followed Zeya's steps. He crossed paths when he saw Zeya trying to get on a foreign man's motorcycle.

“Mas... Mas!” Shouted Ambar.

“What the hell, Syaang..” With a lazy move Digta caught up with Ambar.

“See tuh, Zeya. He went with a guy, use the bike again!” Ambar pointed to the motorbike that had just sped away from their home.

“Terus why? He's an adult. Let it go.”

“Can't, Mas. Anyway, I want you to have to watch over Zeya!” Ambar exclaimed with emphasis before returning to the house.

“Loh, Mbar, I'm your sister's bodyguard!”