The Beginning of the Marriage
Chapter 19

Zio was neatly dressed in a black suit and a light brown tie with white stripes. After putting a pomade in his hair, the man exited the room carrying an office bag in his hand. The sweet aroma wafted from the direction of the kitchen very strongly. Zio put his bag on the living room sofa, but when he was about to ascertain what Zia was cooking, the man went back and forth considering the events of last night. He was too ashamed to meet Zia. 

“If only I could control myself better, I wouldn't be like this,” complained Zio to his own actions. “Do I go directly to the office?” The man began to weigh. However, Zio felt evil if he went straight to the office without eating breakfast made by his wife. 

After all, the cuisine in the office cafeteria was not as good as Zia's food. What Mada complained was true, if the food sold there was only high on the price but and got quality well. Zio thought for a while, then he began to venture out toward the kitchen and saw the woman in yellow pajamas facing the grill. 

“Zia, what do you make?” ask Zio, slowly. 

Zia immediately turned a glance, then turned back to face the grill quickly. “I'm baking bread,” she replied quickly. Zia bit her lower lip softly when last night's incident suddenly danced in her head very clearly. 

His cheeks were warming not because of the temperature released by the grill, but there was something else that made him misbehave. Zia really didn't like being stuck in the current situation. Though he intended to cook early in the morning so as not to meet with Zio, but unfortunately he did not hear the alarm that lit so in vain what he did. 

“The horror is good,” comments Zio while sitting himself in the front seat of the kitchen table. 

“What time do you leave for the office? In a hurry, I'll ask someone to deliver breakfast to your office. I don't want you to be late for waiting for this bread.” Zia. He wanted to prolong the process so as not to eat the table with Zio, but it would not be nice if he deliberately committed the petty crime. 

“I'm not in a hurry, just relax,”. 

Zia swallowed her saliva, then after the bread was cooked, she immediately took out two dishes and filled it with two layers of cheese. After that he immediately put the two plates on the front table of Zio, while he made avocado juice with a very efficient. Zio who was still sitting, looked at the body of Zia who was behind him. I don't know since when he felt accustomed to the presence of women who spent more time in the kitchen. 

At the beginning of his marriage to Zia, Zio felt that there was a barrier between the two but now Zio began to realize that the bulkhead was thinning. Is friendship like that? Ten minutes later, Zia finished making her juice and put two glasses of avocado juice in front of Zio. 

“Happy meal,” Zia said as she picked up one of her breads and started biting bit by bit. 

Zio also took one of his bread and began to enjoy it while looking at Zia who always avoided his gaze. The woman did not look at Zio in the slightest and just looked at her plate as she chewed on her toast. 

“You're still mad at me for what happened that night?” ask Zio. 

Zia couldn't stop her excessive pounding. Since then he always tried to neutralize his heartbeat but always failed. Zio always made him misbehave. “Zia, you're two and six years old, you're an adult. Do not act like a teenager. You should be able to control yourself, Zia's inner”, bouncing herself. 

“I just make sure, lately you often get angry,” Zio criticism, his eyes squint, then raise a glass and start sucking his juice. 

“Sorry if it offends you,” reply Zia. Obviously he did the apology as a formality because he didn't want to do that. He was just upset at Zio's attitude lately. 

Zio snorting. “I intend to buy you a car this afternoon, can you get permission from the restaurant for a while? Maybe we need three to four hours,” Zio said. 

This time Zia raised her head and looked at Zio who was speaking seriously. “Sorry, not that I don't want to but for now I still don't need a private vehicle. I can still take the bus and taxi, so you don't have to buy me a car. Anyway I can't drive a car, so you don't have to do that,” gently push Zia down. 

Zio took the second loaf, “You can learn after having. Having a vehicle will make it easier for you. Instead of you waiting for someone to pick you up, instead of better going home alone?” Zio bit his bread and started chewing it slowly. 

Zia exhaled loudly while putting the remaining bread on her plate. Lately he has been inexplicably emotional when talking to Zio, what else if Zio can not immediately understand the reason. There was always a reason Zio had, but Zia also always prepared an answer to reject him. 

“I don't need it, later I will tell you if I need a vehicle. For now, I prefer to take public transportation. I also never expected someone to pick me up when I needed help. I'll be careful not to get caught in the rain. So, you don't have to think like that anymore. And Zio, wasn't it all this time that I've never troubled you? So just relax. I don't want you to give me a lot of things,” Zia said. The woman took the rest of her bread, and began to eat it again. 

Negating the remark, there was a small part of Zio's feelings alluded to. The woman indeed often refused whatever Zio was trying to do for her. “Alright, I will not force you if you do not want to. But I have one request for you,” Zio said as he stood up from his seat. 

“What?” asked Zia after looking up.

“I love your cooking, whatever you cook is always good. So because lately maybe I will do more activities in the office, I ask for help to make me bekel lunch every day. I won't eat out again after this,” the door. 

“I'll make it for you, take it easy. You can say what you want.” Zia smiled, stood up, then took all the dishes and glasses for her to move on the sink.