Forced to Get Off Bed
23. Not Stuck In “CINTA”

“Aduhh...”.

Zeya did not stop grimacing because her legs felt so painful. The torn wound on his knee was wide enough that the blood did not stop flowing.

After all, Digta also had compassion. He turned on the flashlights on his phone to light them up in this dark place.

Then, Digta took off the leather jacket, and tore off his shirt cloth at the bottom.

She surprised Zeya. “Eh, Mas Digta wants to do!”

“Whisper you.”

“Mas, I'm still a virgin..” Zeya whined like a baby.

Digta refused to respond to the childish attitude of his sister-in-law and immediately cleaned the wound on Zeya's knee slowly, then tied Zeya's knee with a cloth on the shirt he had just torn.

Digta tied the cloth tightly so that the blood would not flow again.

“Aduh duhhh.” Zeya grabbed Digta's rambur accidentally.

“Aduh, sick!” Grumpy Digta.

“Sorry, Mass. But my knee hurts even more!” Exclaimed Zeya still grimacing in pain.

“Hold it a minute. If the rain has subsided, I will take you out of here,” said Digta away from Zeya after finishing his wound.

Then Digta picked up his phone and intended to contact Ambar. So that his wife would not be so worried.

“***!” Digta.

“Why, Mas?” Zeya looked at Digta's panicked face.

“Neither is here.”

“What?”

Digta climbed onto the table and held his phone up to the roof. But the signal on the phone does not appear.

“Where? Signal dapet?” Zeya.

Digta shook his head and got off the table.

Zeya looked disappointed. The thought of having to be in this barn with sister-in-law who is crazy, making Zeya mumet head.

Moreover, Digta is a normal man. Digta could have been a pervert to Zeya, right?

While Digta decided to sit on the table while holding his side. Sometimes he daydreams, sometimes he closes his eyes until it stops raining.

When he felt the sound of rain was no longer heard from outside. Digta jumped off the table.

“Hujannnya has stopped. We just went back to Villa.” Digta stepped towards the door and was about to open it.

But Digta had a hard time opening the door. Digta tried to reopen the door by pushing or breaking. But it didn't work.

“****! ****! ****! It's all because of you, I'm fucking following along. If only you had been in the villa and followed with your mother. Then none of this will happen!” Digta directly bombarded Zeya with anger.

“Why Mas Digta so fuck me, anyway?”

“So I have to blame who? The walls? A desk? The rain? Who, ha?!” Jerky Digta. The man's emotions seemed so upset. Zeya always makes her life difficult, and it makes Digta really sick!

Zeya locked her mouth. He refused to comment again out of fear.

“Haaah!” Digta took a long look while pulling his hair back, in frustration.

Then, the man sat on the floor, in the corner of the wall, bending his knees, and his head leaned against the wall.

No one took out a word. They were silent to each other, and the sudden atmosphere was so gripping, silent, silent, silent. There was only the sound of crickets and raindrops heard.

Then suddenly Zeya shouted loudly. “Tolooonggg!!! YONGGGGG!! TOLOONNGGGGGGGGG!!!”

Digta only looked at the woman. “Free. The new warehouse owner is coming in the morning. Just wait until tomorrow,” Digta said.

Zeya. “Where did Mas know?”

“Me and Ambar often stay at this villa. And this warehouse has been around for a long time, it's firewood warehouses. And every dawn people will look for wood and collect it in this warehouse,” Digta explained.

Even so, still Zeya felt his life was not calm if he had to be stuck with his brother-in-law in this warehouse.

Ah, dammit!

Zeya folded her arms around her chest, hugging herself as her body began to shiver. Seeing that, Digta immediately threw the jacket at Zeya.

“Pake the.”

“Still,” ketus Zeya while using his jacket.

But that didn't help Zeya. The woman was so frail and still cold. Not to mention the wound on his knee made Zeya's body shiver even more.

Digta saw Zeya's lips start turning blue and freezing.

“Zey, are you okay?”

Zeya was only able to shake.

“Zey, your body is cold once.”

“A-ku is cold, Mas.”

Digta swiped his palms together until they were hot and pressed Digta's palm against Zeya's face. He did that repeatedly.

“Mas, k-if you wish, I die—“

Digta instantly covered Zeya's mouth with his palm. “Do not drama you, this is not a soap opera. Confused angels want to take your life, because you like to fight. Fear, you even fight with angels.”

“Is!” Zeya put a lip.

Then, Digta opened his shirt.

“Ih, Why do you want to do?”

“Originally you know, my body temperature is warm, even my body can be hotter than other individuals, possibly caused by the body's metabolic processes. When I move, work, or after eating, my body temperature can increase by one degree Celsius or higher than other individuals, so that others can feel my skin warmer than others. And in conditions like this, When hugging, the body secretes the hormone oxytocin which creates a feeling of warmth.” Digta's lengthy explanation is hard to understand.

Either because Zeya was too stupid, or too fascinated when he saw Digta's bare chest overgrown with a little fine feathers.

“M-means Mas Digta what?”

Digta did not say much, he pulled Zeya's head and palm to his chest. Then one hand of Digta grabbed Zeya by the shoulder, holding the woman closer.

It turned out to be true what Digta said, the dawn of his body was much warmer. And Zeya feels better. Until finally, they fell asleep in the warehouse in a condition still hugging.

***

The light bias that enters through the warehouse vents makes Digta's view glare. The man opened his eyes first, and saw that Zeya was still sleeping soundly on top of his chest.

Made Digta's chest wet. Whats? Wet? ****!

Digta pushed Zeya's head away, making the woman wake up.

“Aw!” Zeya grimaces.

“You ngences on my chest!” Digta exasperatedly exclaimed, then picked up a cloth to clean his wet chest.

“Sorry.” Zeya became clumsy. He couldn't have said that Digta's chest was too comfortable like sleeping in a springbed.

Then Digta got up and used his shirt again. “Prepared, in a moment, the warehouse will open.”

“I-iya.” Zeya pout. But he still could not move because his legs hurt.

Exactly at seven past ten minutes, there was the sound of someone opening the warehouse door with difficulty. The sixty-year-old man was shocked when he saw that there was someone in his warehouse. And the man knew Digta well.

“Mas Digta?”

“Pak Slamet's. Last night, my brother-in-law and I were trapped inside this warehouse. But, the warehouse cannot open.” Digta immediately explained that there was no misunderstanding.

“Waduh, Sir. This warehouse is old. The iron door is also rusted. So if I want to enter the warehouse, I never close the door and block the door. Because if it is closed, the door will not be able to open from the inside, it must be opened from the outside.” Obviously Mr. Slamet is long. “But, I'm fine, right?”

“I'm fine. But, my sister-in-law's condition was quite chaotic. Can you help me and my sister-in-law to go up to the hill?”

“Can, Sir. Safe.”

Digta helped Zeya stand up with great difficulty, but Zeya found it hard to stand on his own feet.

Finally, Digta carried Zeya. And Mr. Slamet helped Digta to transport Zeya up the hill. After draining enough energy, Digta and Zeya finally managed to climb up the hill.

“Still yes, sir,” Digta told Pak Slamet who prefers to stay under the hill.

“Same-sama, Mas Digta.”

Then, Digta again carried Zeya's body and brought him back to the villa.

“It looks like Mr. Slamet is very familiar with Mas Digta yes.” Zeya opened the conversation while they were still on the road.

“Kan, I told you that Ambar and I often go to this villa. So, they already memorized with me.”

“Oh, so.”

Then, Zeya saw that there was blood on Digta's forehead. I don't know when the wound appeared.

“Mas, forehead Mas Digta bleed.” Zeya is about to touch.

“Do not touch!” Digta exclaimed quickly, with his cold words.

Zeya is not touching. His face was so close to Digta's face that was thin and cold. This made Zeya's heart beat.

“Still yes, Mas,” said Zeya earnestly.

Digta did not answer. They just kept quiet until finally, they arrived at the villa.

As it turned out, Ambar was already waiting for their presence anxiously with the villa guards, and the two citizens around the villa.

“Mas Digta's…. Zeya...” Knowing the appearance of her husband and sister-in-law, Ambar got up from the sofa. He glared in shock, when he saw Digta carrying Zeya's body.

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