Forced to Get Off Bed
6. Sister-in-law Sucks!

Zeya continued to hide behind Ambar's back for fear of having to face Jin's droplets.

Ambar stepped into the television room. Digta was watching the news on television with a super serious face.

“Mas...” Ambar sat next to Digta. The woman touched Digta's thigh while swiping her husband's thigh full of tenderness. “That Zeya is already here,” Ambar said again.

Digta did not give any response other than propping his left leg up on the right thigh.

Ambar looked at Zeya, while giving the code for Zeya to talk immediately.

Zeya gulped, then cleared his throat. He was confused to call Digta Pak, or Mas?

“Mas...” Finally Zeya decided to call “Mas” only, because they were at home. “I want to ask Mas Digta for help signing my KRS. Because the last roundup must be tomorrow, Mas. If not, I can't go to college.” Zeya curled her lips down.

Digta took a deep breath. “Not that I have said yes, if campus affairs can only be done on campus. Not at home.”

“But it's a sudden affair, Mas. If not for sudden too, I wouldn't be willing to beg you like this!” Zeya spoke in a high tone.

Makes Ambar and Digta so glare at him. Especially Digta, his eyes were so sharp as if he was about to pierce the pupils of Zeya's eyes with just one look.

“Mas, don't be so hard with Zeya. Anyway, she's my sister.” Ambar spoke as gently as possible.

Digta held up his back while taking Zeya's KRS and signing it. “This.” Digta gave the KRS sheet to Zeya.

Zeya's lips instantly curved perfectly. “Still a lot, Mas.” Then he remembered Jerry KRS. “One more, Mas,” says Zeya carefully.

Digta frowned while staring at KRS Jerry fixedly. “Whose it has?”

“Measure me, Mas. He asked for help with me. Because he's been traumatized look at Mas Digta. She was so scared that she had a dream.” Zeya started writing.

Digta head bobbles. “A strange victory could have a bad impact on you. It's not chasing the S1 anymore that can be used to mess around. Continuing to the magister level is more difficult and many rivals. Don't underestimate your lecture too much,” said Digta firmly and a little fierce.

“Iya, Mas. Fine.”

Despite being stubborn and fierce, Digta still signed Jerry's KRS. Probably because the handler Digta was sitting next to him. So Digta easily falls.

Strange indeed, if Digta can only be submissive and gentle with Ambar. But, yeah, not weird either. Because Ambar is, Digta's wife.

After he finished dealing with Digta, Zeya immediately covered his room and locked the door. He won't come out, except in urgent circumstances.

Tonight, Zeya had to set an alarm every minute so as not to wake up late like this morning—which caused a commotion.

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And next.

***

The next day, Zeya's alarm kept on burning nonstop. Be it the alarm in the alarm clock and the cell phone alarm.

Zeya fingered the nightstand and took the alarm clock, then threw the plug to pieces. But the alarm on his phone still went off non-stop, he also picked up his phone and threw it towards the window of his room that turned out to be open.

Zeya opened her eyes wide and realized that her phone had fallen downstairs.

Zeya got up from the bed and looked at the window.

Her phone touched the front yard floor.

“Shit!” Zeya cursed and immediately exited the room.

Ambar is shocked to see Zeya running down the stairs.

“Why are you, Zey?”

“Who opens my room window, Mba?” Ask Zeya in a hurry.

“I. Because it's morning. What's the matter, anyway?”

Zeya squeezed, and got out of the house without using a sandal. While just chasing his cellphone which is still lying on the floor, Digta's car suddenly came out of the garage and directly hit Zeya's phone.

“Aaaahhhh!!” Zeya shouted loudly.

Making Digta brake suddenly.

“Why?” Digta asked in a panic, because Zeya's shout was so loud. Digta thought, Zeya was run over or hit by his car.

“Handphone-ku hancurr!” Zeya is hysterical while staring at her poor cell phone.

Panicked Ambar heard Zeya's screams coming out of the house. “Zeya, you why?”

“Handphone-ku.” Zeya was still weeping sadly lamenting his unfortunate fate.

Digta got out of the car and noticed the rear tire of his car. “Luck my car tire is not leaking.”

“What?” Zeya looked at her brother-in-law in disbelief. Perhaps, Digta thought about his sturdy car tire when it easily hit Zeya's phone.

Digta stared at the clock on his wrist. “Why haven't you taken a shower? I don't want to be late like yesterday again.” So said Digta with a sinless face while entering the house again.

Zeya looked at her brother-in-law hatefully. “How can Mba Ambar marry a Jin Tomang drop like her?”

“Hush!” Ambar elbowed Zeya's arm.

“Mba Ambar don't see my phone in bad shape? Mba Ambar know, I saved up how long to buy the phone. Aaaah, where else is poor, don't have a cell phone anymore. Overall!” Zeya stomped her feet back while entering the house.

“Tante Zeya!” Ciya called out to him as Zeya crossed the dining room.

Zeya paused for a moment while looking at Ciya who was already sitting on the dining chair and was already wearing a school uniform.

“Come here to eat!” Ciya waved her hand to call out to Zeya.

“Tante shower first yes, baby!” Zeya made a flying kiss before climbing the stairs to her room.

“Dad...” Now Ciya looked at Digta who was sitting opposite him. “Why Aunt Zeya when you wake up like a monster? Kribo hair!”

“Ciya also so when you wake up,” replied Digta while giggling amusedly.

“Uh, Dad! But, Ciya's hair is as straight as Mother's!”

“Some talkin' Mom yes.” Ambar came to them in the dining room.

“Ciya says, Aunt Zeya kribo hair, and Mom hair straight!” Say Ciya again while eating her breakfast.

Ambar smiled and pulled the chair next to Digta. “According to Ciya, look forward to Mom or Aunt Zeya?”

“Beauty Mom, dong!”

“But, Aunt Zeya is also beautiful, right?”

“He’eh!” Ciya just nodded her head.

“Oh yes, Mas, by the way, Zeya's phone is really ruined because of your car.” Ambar started a conversation with her husband.

Digta focused on reading the news on his phone while eating breakfast. “Here is he himself. How can it be outside?”

“I don't know either. But, it looks like Zeya accidentally threw his phone out the window.”

Digta frowned. “What did he do, anyway? Why mess around by the window. Fortunately only his cellphone was thrown, if he got thrown, how?”

“Mas, Digta...” Ambar reprimanding. “Later, if you can, Zeya's phone is replaced with a new one. Because he already has no money to buy a new phone, Mas.”

“Iya, later,” replied Digta briefly.

Then the man immediately got up from the chair when he saw that Zeya had just appeared in the dining room.

“Ciya, let's go,” Digta said to his son.

Ciya jumped out of the chair. “Come Aunt Zeya, we go together.”

“Ih, I haven't had time for breakfast..” Zeya grumbled in annoyance.

But Digta just left regardless of Zeya.