Forced to Get Off Bed
4. The Campus Together with Sister-in-law Galak

Arriving at the college, Digta and Zeya get out of the car simultaneously. Unintentionally, they met with Dion–, one of the Lecturers in the Law faculty.

“Morning Pak Digta,” greet Dion. Then his eyes looked at Zeya in surprise. Because this is the first time Digta took women to his car and taken to campus. “Who is this?” Dion asked while pointing at Zeya.

“Good morning, Sir. I—“Zeeya would like to greet Dion politely. But, as yet, Digta had already taken over the conversation and took Dion away.

Zeya pursed her nose and lips. Then he stepped off along the campus to deliver the files to qualify before the lecture eyes began.

While in the student room, Zeya accidentally met a familiar-looking man. The man he met on the plane, the man who harassed him during the plane take off until landing.

When he saw Zeya, the man glared wide. “Loh, you?” Jerry pointed at Zeya.

Zeya took a deep breath and immediately dodged. But, as usual, the man followed in his footsteps.

“You're a student here too? What majors?” The man kept trying to align his steps. “It turns out a mate does not go anywhere ya.”

Zeya squinted his sharp eyes. “What do you want?”

“Ketrika. I don't know what your name is?”

Zeya closed her eyes lazily. “Ziya. Okay well? Udah, right?”

“Zeeya..” Jerry smiled thinly. “You joined magister here?”

“Considered? I'm an OB here?”

Jerry chuckles amusedly. “Have I met with the Instructor? Turns out, I got a lecturer who's killer.”

Zeya stopped stepping, now his body is facing Jerry. “See where?”

“Ask with Mr. Dion student section.”

Zeya turned and ran towards the room with Jerry who followed her from behind. Zeya is looking for Lecturer tables that are not fully filled.

“Excuse me, Sir. Which Dion sir is it?” Zeya asked one of the Lecturers there.

“Tuh, behind you.” The lecturer pointed at Zeya's back.

Zeya and Jerry turned the body. He was shocked to find out, it turns out Dion was the man who greeted Digta this morning.

“Why search for me?” Ask Dion ketus.

“Izin, Sir. I want to know the name of my Instructor.”

“Oh.” Dion chuckled amusedly, then walked towards his desk. When Dion was already sitting on the chair, the man flipped through a book. “Who is your name?” Ask Dion to Zeya.

“Zeya Rainan Agustaf, Sir,” Zeya replied.

“Good name,” comment Jerry. Dion and Zeya looked at him.

“This is your college schedule. Request an autograph with your supervisor's Lecturer yes.” Dion gave Zeya a sheet of paper.

Zeya looked at the paper intently and looked for the name of the Instructor.

“Wah, our Lecturer is the same,” Jerry comments again while peeking at Zeya's paper sheet.

Zeya furrowed her brows when she saw her guiding Lecturer was Digta.

“Sial,” grumbled Zeya in heart.

“She is indeed fierce,” Jerry continued.

Zeya took a deep breath, then looked at Dion. “Still, Sir.”

“Em, briefly...” Dion intercepted his steps. “What do you have to do with Mr. Digta.” Dion scratched his nose. “He already has a wife and one child, you know. Careful you.” Dion spoke as if he was suspecting Zeya as an actor.

“Oh, no way, sir. I'm the brother-in-law of Mr. Digta,” explained Zeya.

“I-iya, Sir. I'm sorry.” Zeya turned and walked away.

“Zey, seriously if Mr Digta is your brother-in-law?” Jerry is still following him. “Then, we ask for his signature together huh? So, please, Zey. I dare not ask alone.”

Zeya stopped stepping and stood face to face with Jerry. “You think I'm brave?”

“But, you are easier to find access to meet Mr. Digta.”

“Know, ah. I'm dizzy..” Zeya decided to go to a cafe located not far from his faculty.

When entering the cafe, he accidentally met with Digta— who was sitting in the cafe chair.

“Wah, Mr. Digta. Very fitting...” Comments Jerry. “ayo sampering.” Jerry pushed Zeya's shoulder.

“Ih, you're the first one. Why push me, anyway.”

“Yeah, you're right, his sister-in-law.”

Zeya turned the puffed-up eyeball. And step closer to Digta.

“Mas ...,” call Zeya quietly and sit in front of Digta.

Digta stopped sipping his coffee as he looked up at Zeya. There was not a word that came out of Digta's mouth, even if it was just greeting.

“Concidentally, my guidance counselor Mas Digta. May not, if you ask for a paper signature?” Zeya thrust out the sheet of paper. “Sekalian my team also.” Zeya also handed Jerry a piece of paper.

Digta leaned his back on the chair while staring at Zeya and Jerry alternately.

“First, this is campus, not home. Don't try to call me by such an informal designation.” Pause for a moment. “If you still know yourself,” said Digta spicy. “Both, this is a cafe, not a campus. Do you know what cafe this is? Seating, hanging out, relaxing place. Not a place to meet Lecturers or talk to Lecturers as good as jidatnya.” Pause again. “Except, you are indeed shameless.” Digta's gaze grew sharper. “And third, I don't want you to be your friend's intermediary, I don't want to be tipped like this. If you can, you have to face me one by one. Don't crack like this.” Pause. “Except, if you do not have a brain.”

Digta stood up from his chair. He picked up the bags and books on the table. Before leaving Zeya and Jerry were still agape on the spot.

“Sialll!!!” Zeya groaned in annoyance. He gulped down Digta's drink and threw his glass on the table. “Bare once he—“

Not yet had Zeya cussed complacently, Digta again entered the cafe and headed to his table. He looked at his empty coffee cup. “Loh, where is my coffee?”

Instantly, Zeya spouted out the drink that was still left in his mouth. Zeya hurriedly interrupted his mouth. “M-sorry, Mas, uh, Sir.. already I drank.”.

Digta took a heavy breath and exhaled tightly. “Then you pay for the drink.” And Digta stepped back.

After making sure Digta was gone and not coming back again, Zeya groaned more and more annoyed.

“Tuh, right, you see for yourself! Why don't I meet my sister-in-law!”

Jerry gulped. “Yes sorry, Zey. I thought, Mr. Digta would be good to be your sister-in-law.”

“Know ah, bete!” Zeya got up from the chair and headed towards the cashier. “Mba, how many table bills is that?” Zeya pointed at Digta's desk earlier.

“Oh, it's been paid Mba,” said Mba-Mba cashier.

“Loh, who paid?”

“The father who sat there earlier, Mba.”

Zeya increasingly danced his breath with a slumber. Turns out, he got bullied with Digta!

“OK, thanks, Mba.” Zeya also left the cafe.

“Zey, wait dong..” Jerry's still after him. “You're one home with Mr Digta?”

“Hem...” Zeya just cleared his throat.

“Then, I drop this yes. Mr. Digta would like to sign if it is at home.” Jerry handed the paper in Zeya's hands, and the man immediately ran away.

“Jerrryyyyy!!” Shouted Zeya annoyed.