Forced to Get Off Bed
46. Back To Home

Finally, today Ciya has been allowed to go home because his condition has improved.

Zeya eagerly prepared Ciya's belongings to take home.

“It's done?” Digta entered the inpatient room after completing the administration.

“Already, Mas,” Zeya replied.

Digta immediately picked up Ciya's clothes bag and took her out of the room. While Zeya led Ciya to step.

“Finally Ciya can pullangggg!” Cheers Ciya excitedly.

“Tick nope?” Ask Zeya.

“Seneng dong, Aunt.“

After putting the bag in the trunk of the car, Digta opened the door for Ciya. “Come in, darling.”

“OK, Dad!”

Then, Digta opened the car door for Zeya. “Include,” cursions with ketus.

“Still, Mas.”

Digta closed the door, then circled around the car to sit in the steering wheel. After that, the car left the hospital.

“On want to eat?” Digta.

Ciya straightened his head forward. “Mau-mauuu, Ciya would like to eat seafood fried rice Pak Remon!” Ciya mentioned the name of his family's favorite restaurant.

“Pak Remon who?” Zeya frowned confusedly.

“Name of his resto,” replied Digta. “Resto is a huge Ambar favorite,” Digta continued again. “You've never tried, have you? Try it, it must be addictive. Moreover, his seafood yellow noodles. Very nice.”

“Yaudah come, direct gaskeunnn!”

“Horeeee!!” Ciya cheerful.

There was no talk between them as the car split the highway. Digta's phone was ringing aloud, and it was a call from Kiara.

“Halo Bu Kiara.

Hearing Digta call out the woman's name, Menbuar Zeya had to extend his ears to hear clearly their conversation. Although futile.

“OK, fine, Bu.” Digta disconnected the connection.

To be honest, Zeya didn't want to come. But he was too curious to know. “Why?”

“Why what?” Digta keeps the phone in his pants pocket.

“That, Miss Kiara. Why did he contact Mas Digta?”

“Only Ciya news,” replied Three relaxed.

“Terus?”

“Keep what?”

“Ya, keep what's next?”

“Yes, ntar malem want to play at home to jengukin Ciya.”

“Mas izini?”

“Izini, lah. After all, Mami and Papi are also no longer at home.”

Zeya turned her lips in annoyance. Then, he took the phone from inside the bag. “If so, I also want to invite Zega to play at home, ah.”

“Eh...” Digta instantly robs Zeya's phone.

“Ih, why taken?”

“Ya, why? For what?”

“Loh, what for? Yeah, playfully, lah.”

“Not important it, don't.”

“Kok that, anyway? Mas Digta can take Miss Kiara, why can't I?”

“You and Zega are officially dating?”

Zeya grunts. “Already.”

“When?”

“Kepo, yes. Here's my phone!” Zeya wanted to take her phone, but Digta deliberately stretched out his hand so that she could not reach her own phone.

“With one condition,” says Digta. “Do not do that macem-macem with Zega yes. No kissing, or doing anything more than kissing. As—“ Digta stopped his sentence. “Give yours to him.”

“I mean, what is yours?” Zeya gave a quotation mark in the air.

“I don't need to explain in detail. You should have known.”

Zeya folded her hands on her chest while slumping her body on the chair. “So I can only be kissed by Mas Digta?”

Digta did not answer.

“I can also just hand over mine to Mas Digta? I don't want to!”

Digta looked surprised. “Why not want?”

“For what reason should I hand over mine to Mas Digta. We only marry because of status, right?”

“True. After all, no one wants to touch you. Because you are not my type, nor is it my taste.”

Zeya turned her lips in annoyance. “Awas only if later Mas Digta beg with me yes.”

“Please?” Digta chuckled amusedly. “Only in your dream only, Zeya.”

Digta looked at Ciya from the rearview mirror of his car. Meditating, whether Ciya heard their conversation or not.

“That's a line from me, so you have to abide by my rules.” Digta said firmly. Making Zeya unable to argue.

Digta returned Zeya's cell phone when she was silent.

***

After traveling a few minutes, finally the car driven by Digta stopped in front of restsurant Mr. Remon.

They went out together and looked for a comfortable seat. They ordered seafood fried rice, and seafood yellow noodles, along with orange ice.

“Truly good food, loh,” comments Zeya after tasting the food. “Mba Ambar Pants Like. Me and Mba Ambar love this kind of food.”

“If I am without sesfood.” Digta pointed at his food. “Because of allergies.”

Zeya recalled the time when Mami was angry when Zeya cooked eggs for Digta breakfast.

“You tried it?” Digta offered, then spooned his food into Zeya's mouth. “Open your mouth.”

“Just right, it feels.”

“Beda. It's pack secret seasoning.”

Zeya opened his mouth and Digta put a spoonful of food into Zeya's mouth.

“Different, right?” Ask Digta once again.

“Iya, very different. How can that be.”

“That's why this food became our family favorite restaurant.” Digta let out a heavy sigh, he suddenly recalled Ambar's presence. Moreover, Ambar likes to order the same food as Zeya this shh order.

Secretly, Digta stole a glance to glance at Zeya. Watching the woman eat with wisdom.

Apparently, when viewed this close, Zeya is beautiful as well.

Holy hooch! Digta head bobbles. How could he think like that!

“Ih, do tooth Daddy no cabeee!” Ciya pointed at Digta's teeth.

Make Digta embarrassed and immediately find the location of the chilli using a toothpick.

“Udah yet?” Digta showed a row of white teeth and neat.

“There are still, here I help.” Zeya takes a toothpick and helps Digta look for the chili in her teeth.

Their faces were so close that the roar of their breaths both felt warm.

Digta was quite shocked to see Zeya's non-disgusting response looking for chili in his teeth.

“Udah.” Zey continued eating.

Digta pulled the ape of his clothes, suddenly the atmosphere became sultry.

“Still,” says Digta clumsy.

***

Zeya felt that the house felt more comfortable and calm since Tina and Tio returned to Kalimantan.

Zeya can breathe with relief without anger and nagging Grandma again—which will make her ears hurt.

Zeya took his things from Digta—'s room which he had kept for several days sleeping in the man's room.

“Where are you?” Digta caught Zeya wet working on his stuff.

“You go back to my room dong.”

“Why?”

“Mami and Papi are home. So, I don't have to sleep in the room with Mas Digta anymore, do I?

“Oh, so.” It was just Digta's response before he went inside the bathroom.

“Asyikkkk, I can sleep soundly and comfortably now. Huaaaah!” Zeya purposely shouted while stretching out her hands with a speechless voice.

Then suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Digta threw his dirty clothes at Zeya, to the point that the auctioneer's thugs hit Ziya's face.

“Mas Digtaaaa!!” Zeya exclaimed in annoyance.

“Bring my dirty clothes into the basket!” The guy's orders suck.

Zeya takes Digta's dirty clothes out of the room. And throw it in a dirty laundry basket near the washing machine. Shortly after, the door of his house was knocked repeatedly.

Zeya stepped towards the door, and opened the door. How astonished Zeya saw the presence of a woman— who is now dressed neatly, dressed beautifully, and using super fragrant perfume—kini has been standing in front of him.

“Hai, Zeya, Mr Digta is at home, right?” Kiara asked with a sweet-smoking smile.

Honestly, Zeya felt arrogant, and it felt like he wanted to close the door of his house again.

“Mas Digta go,” says Zeya ketus.

Kiara frowned. “Where? Mr. Digta did not tell.”

“Loh, did Mas Digta have to tell Bu Kiara if he wanted to go? What is it, Kiara ma'am who? Miss Kiara is not that important.”

Kiara grinned blandly. “Hehehe, yes too. But—“

Not yet Kiara continued her sentence, Digta's voice suddenly appeared.

“Bu Kiara...”.

Zeya groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes panted.

Aisssh, get caught that I'm lying! It's in the heart.