The Beginning of the Marriage
Chapter 17

Zio went back and forth on the porch of the house with a face that looked very worried about the phone that was still faithfully clasped in his hand. It was heard several times when the man stared at his screen that did not receive a message and many times his call could not be connected. “Zia, where are you, anyway?” ask Zio to yourself. 

The man calls Zia once again, but as before that Zia's number is out of the way. The thunder still sounds simple. “Gosh, it's been a night once, but Zia really hasn't come too.” 

Zio got into the room, picked up a jacket and walked straight to the garage to get his car out. He thought he had no other reason to remain standing in his house, while he did not know how Zia was now and where she was. Finished taking out the car, Zio immediately drove it leaving the courtyard of the house to the road Zia restaurant worked. 

The rain was still so heavy, the road was quiet enough that Zio could raise his speed easily and overtake many of the vehicles that were originally in front of him. He looked at his phone occasionally in the next seat, but there were no messages or incoming calls from Zia. Zio clucked again, then bit his lower lip. The feeling is really not because if it is dizzy like this. 

“Zia, where are you, anyway? Hope you're okay. I'm really scared,” he said by reflex. 

Zio did not know about his feelings, but this time all he felt was fear. Imagine if Zia could not be found or lost, it really made her almost crazy. When he approached the restaurant, he saw that the large enough building was already dark. The headlights are dead and only light up on the small terrace to his left. 

“Officers have gone home like,” duganya while leaving her four-wheeled vehicle right in front of the restaurant. 

He took the umbrella from the back seat, and the man went out to the restaurant. Not knowing how to find Zia, the reason the restaurant is completely closed and Zio knows nothing about this. 

His footsteps walked back to look for the door, and before long he found a wooden door that was at the back end of the restaurant. Without thinking for long, Zio directly knocked at him quite hard. “Excuse me!” yells. 

There was no answer, Zio knocked again until the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind the door. A man in white pajamas with a pellet head stared at Zio sharply. “What's up? Why are the nights interrupting our rest?” ask him about judes. 

“Sorry, but I'm looking for Zia. My friend has not yet returned to his home. His brother was worried, so I helped him to search for Zia's whereabouts,” Zio replied with a lie. 

There was no way he could confess in front of the man that he was Zia's husband and was worried that Zia was not coming home. Maybe the man will complain to his friend and the news about Zia who has married eventually spread to the ears of Mada and Alex as well. 

“Kenizia? He's been home since eight o'clock. It was already raining, one of the chefs offered to take him home, but he refused because he said he would go home in a taxi. Just look ahead, if he does not exist means he has indeed gone home,” he replied firmly. 

“But he hasn't come home yet,” Zio. 

The man felt his heart beating faster when he heard the man's reply saying that Zia had come home. Where'd he go home? Using what? “I beg you not to lie to me. Maybe he stayed here, ‘kan? Just tell him and call him out. Later I will take him home,” added Zio. 

The man frowned, “You mean we hid the woman? No, if you don't believe in it just go in and check out the only kamr we've got. You really suck.” Closing the door tightly from the inside made Zio jump. 

Zio's footsteps returned to his car. He opened the door, sat down and closed the umbrella he was wearing and put it behind him. The man did not immediately start the engine of his vehicle, the two black eyes were still sweeping in all directions hoping that if Zia suddenly came out from somewhere. But until waiting fifteen minutes there was no sign of someone going out. 

“What Zia has come home?” ask him to yourself. 

The car engine was accompanied by a short message from his secretary asking Zio to submit a cooperation approval file. The man threw his toy in the chair and ruffled his hair. “Sial, I forgot to send the file, again. Where is the file on laptop.”

Because he was chased by time, Zio finally turned back to his house at a fairly slow pace while looking for Zia on the shoulder of the road. “Where are you, Zia? I hope you have reached home before I arrive,” quietly with great emphasis. 

After returning home, Zio entered. “Zia!” call him. 

There is no lawfulness. The man stepped towards Zia's room, but her room was still locked. “Zia,” call Zio while knocking on the door of the woman's room, but there is no word from the inside. 

“Zia, where are you going, anyway?” Zio's voice began to sound frustrated as he stepped towards the living room. He saw a clock on the wall that almost pointed at 22:00, but his wife had not yet arrived.

The man walked into the study when he remembered that there should be a file that he had to send, after opening the laptop and sending it to the secretary, he came back out waiting for Zia who had not also raised her nose. Once again he tried calling Zia's number, the edge was always out of reach. 

Zio's feelings are getting worse, even this time the man can not think clearly anymore. He imagined many bad possibilities that filled his head. What if Zia forgets the way home? What if Zia's targeting? What if someone takes it somewhere else? What if there's a criminal holding him? Zio was really scared. 

As his steps were about to return to the direction of the car, the device in his hand rang. Reflex he canceled his intention and saw the name ‘Mama’ called him. “How is this? Dead if he finds out that his son-in-law is missing,” murmured Zio.

But because he did not want to make his mother worried, finally the man immediately raised the call. “Halo, Ma, how is it?” asked Zio with a voice made as calm as possible. 

“Halo, Zia. Mom and Dad are fine. How are you and Zia, and why is the sound of rain so clear, are you outside?” ask the mother. 

“Ah yes, Ma, me and Zia are having a little chat outside. On the terrace,” dustanya. 

“Once, yes, yes Mama just turn off the connection. Mama doesn't want to bother you.”

Zio pressed his temple when the connection was dead, not knowing how many lies he had told and not until when he could keep this secret well.