Forced to Get Off Bed
35. Bedroom

“I'm going home, Ma. I don't live here.” Zeya cried when she was in Ciya's room. Fortunately, Ciya was also sound asleep.

“Why the hell, you? Suddenly contact Mama use cry event all.” Mom panicked across there.

Zeya wiped her snot and tried to control her tears. He couldn't have told his mother that Tina had just slapped Zeya. There will be a second world war.

“Zeeya is not ready to get married, Ma. Not ready ...”

“Zeya, Mama reckon in your current age, should, you are ready to get married.”

“Suddenly, Zeya must marry the man that Zeya loves, Ma. Not with Mas Digta.”

“Zey, Digta is not a bad guy. He's kind, pinter, mature, and established. Mama is sure, if she can definitely guide you to be better and mature again.”

Zeya grunted in frustration. In his heart he fizzy; ‘And if Mama knew it, it was Mas Digt himself who asked us to hide the status of this marriage!’

“Zey, I beg you to be more calm and patient with this marriage. Take care of your speech and attitude to maintain the condition of your household. If this continues, Ambar will not be calm up there, Ambar must cry. This marriage was his last wish. Mama hope you understand, Zeya.” Mom's voice sobbed across there.

Zeya felt that if her hope was dashed, she indeed had no choice but to behave better. Because even to escape, Zeya was no longer able.

“I-iya, Ma.” Zeya is confused who else to talk to. Because no one could understand his feelings at this moment. “Then, I sleep first yes, Ma.” Zeya disconnects and spends her nights crying.

His life could not be changed anymore, because his fate line was already like this.

Tok Tok's.

Ciya's room door was knocked, before long Digta entered the room. Zeya immediately wiped her tears violently.

“Sorry for Mami's attitude,” said Digta coldly.

Zeya looked up, glaring at the man who was now standing in front of her. “Why isn't Mami the only one apologizing to me? Why Mas Digta.”

“I represent Mami.”

“Mas Digta knows, doesn't he? My mother never slapped me. But, Mami Mas Digta was really good at playing slapping people's children carelessly. Mas Digta, just shut up. Why, anyway? What wrong. It is not Mas Digta himself who does not want to admit our marriage. And I'm also working with Zega and Jerry because we're in a group. I explained everything to Mami. But, no one understands.”

Digta took a deep breath, feeling so tired every time facing the very opposite character of Zeya Ambar.

“I just want you to be nice while Mami stays here. Mommy wants us to be like a married couple in general. As you get up early, prepare breakfast, prepare all my clothes, and other things the wife does to the husband. After Mami and Papi come home, it's up to you to act as you please in this house. I just want you to understand and obey the rules in this house, especially the rules made by Mami.”

Zeya was speechless, he just stared at Digta in a dick.

“Please, only as long as Mami and Papi are here only.”

“Until when?”

Digta shrugged both shoulders.

“So, what should I do?”

Digta took a deep breath. “Mami don't like it when we sleep separate rooms.”

“So, how do you want?”

“We sleep one room.”

Zeya. “What?”

“Only temporarily as long as Mami and Papi are here. You don't misunderstand me first.”

“I don't want to, because I can't trust Mas Digya just like that.”

“I'm not as bad as you think.”

Zeya pouted and felt like crying had to face this awward situation.

“Come, temporarily. I also keep getting dizzy with Mami.”

“Yasudah.”

Inevitably, Zeya must accept Digta's invitation. He took out a thick blanket to cover his body so that Digta would not dare to mess with him.

“Where are you going?” Tina asked as she saw Digta and Zeya walking hand in hand through the central space. It's not that he's sorry for what he did that slapped Zeya.

“Sleep, Mi,” Digta replied accordingly.

Digga opened the room door and asked Zeya to enter first.

Diem lo granny drop by! Grutu Zeya in heart.

Digta smiled slightly before the door closed.

“I sleep in a mattress, Mas Digta sleep on the floor or on the sofa only.” Zeya immediately threw herself in Digta's bed.

Digta immediately pulled Zeya's leg. “Don't you dare touch my mattress with Ambar!”

“Eh, uh. Massss!”

Digta kept pulling Zeya's leg until she fell and her butt touched the floor.

“Aaaah, ouhhhh. Pain, Mas!” Zeya rubbed his back and butt.

While Tina and Tio heard the screaming sounds that occurred in the room.

“Not a month Ambar died, Digta has dared coblos his sister-in-law?” Tio looked at Tina in wonder. “What's okay, Mi?”

“Yes it's okay, lah, Pi. Baguss his name is! Mean Digta normal guy.”

“Oh it toh.”

Back to Zeya and Digta. Irritated, Zeya got up from the floor.

“So I sleep where, dong?”

Digta flicked the sofa up before laying himself on the bed. “Tuh, there.”

“Masa Mas have the heart, ngebiarin women sleep on the sofa.” Zeya pout.

But, Digta didn't seem to care. The man closed his eyes and made his hands into pillows.

Zeya groaned in annoyance. Then take a pillow on Digta's mattress and throw it on the couch.

Looking back at Digta, the man was already soundly asleep until a subtle snoring rang out from his lips.

Finally Zeya lay down on the mattress and pulled the blanket over her face.

***

“Heh, wake! Heh!”

Zeya felt her body shaken since earlier. With weight he opened his eyelids. And saw Digta already standing in front of him.

“Mas Digta?” Zey was shocked to fall off the sofa. “Awwww...” The woman rubbed her back.

“Wake up and prepare breakfast,” Digta's orders, back to lay himself in bed.

Zeya looked at the wall clock. “It's still seven o'clock in the morning, Mas.”

“Then, Ambar prepared my breakfast at six o'clock again. You don't want to be romanced by Mami anymore because you let Mami prepare breakfast alone, right? Act as a wife, Zeya. Hany to Mami and Papi here.”

Zeya snorted in annoyance, and was forced to move from Digta's room.

Zeya decided to take a shower first before heading to the kitchen. In fact, he was confused what to cook. Because Zeya does not really cook.

So, he decided to make an omelet.

“Tumben is up.” Tina suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

If you remember about the slap yesterday, it feels like Zeya wants to hit her in-laws face with the butt of the cauldron.

“What do you want to cook for breakfast?” Tina's comment again. “Telur omelet only? You didn't know Digta was allergic to eggs?”

Zey looked at Tina. “No idea, Mi.”

“Okay, Zey, what the hell, you are. Time you don't know, anyway! You have to be a wife like Ambar. Can you cook too?”

Zeya shook his head.

“Yeah, you should have learned a lot from your brother. Digta likes to eat at home the most, and if his wife can not cook, how would he want meaning at home continue?” Tina swerved towards Zeya. “Sometimes you have to study dong time, Zey. Don't be indifferent like this.”

Zeya closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. “At least, Mami apologized to me for slapping me yesterday. Not directly judge me again.” I don't know where this courage came from.

Making Tina look more and more at her daughter-in-law. “What did you say?”