The Beginning of the Marriage
Chapter 21

Zio put his lunch bekel on a light brown spunbond, then carried it into the car as soon as eight o'clock. This morning he had a schedule to the office, then later in the afternoon after meals would go to the campus to take on written assignments belonging to students who were left at the faculty table. Later tonight Zio will correct him because he has to fill the value of the next three days. 

“What do you go on?” zio asked the short pink-shirt woman and the toenail pants that had just come out of his house. 

“Naik trans,” he answered while taking shoes on the front shelf, then wearing them later. 

“Good.” Zio got into his car and drove him out of the yard to his office. 

Zia squealing. He was still upset at the man for whatever reason. Even Zio had never offered to leave together even though they were one-way. Zio was really smart in hiding his secrets, even until now no one was suspicious of them. 

Not wanting to waste time, Zia immediately walked to a stop close enough from her home, but she did have to walk a little far up to the neighboring housing to reach the front stop. He had to walk about seven minutes to wait for the public bus. 

When her legs were about to cross, a familiar car approached her as if blocking Zia from crossing. The woman took two steps back as the car stopped right in front of her. The next second the car glass opens and displays the figure of Mada who has been neat. The man developed his lips wide. 

“Zia, let's go up,” take him.

“Eh, no need. I can take a trance or taxi,” reject Zia gagapan. He was quite relieved because he did not meet Mada while in front of Zio's housing. 

“No need, anyway we are in line if you want to go to the restaurant. You can save time and money if you follow me. So, come on up. I'll be happy if you accept my invitation,” persuade Mada. 

Mada's invitation reminded Zia of Zio's ban, which asked her to stay away from Mada for no reason. Zia thinks that Zio forbids it not out of jealousy, but she just doesn't like it if there might be a spy of her parents who knows if Zia is walking with another man. 

“Tapi—”

“Come on, I'm not mean to you,” cut Mada. 

“Previous thank you. I've always troubled you,” shrewd Zia. 

Mada glanced over, then looked at the road ahead again. “Ah, no really. Just ordinary. Even if you ask me to pick you up every day and take you to your workplace at any time, I can definitely. You don't need to feel shy,” replied Mada kindly. “By the way where is your home? Can I play at your house sometime?” tanyakanya. 

“Can't!” zia reflex replied. 

Mada frowned. Zia looked at Mada unhappily, the woman patted her lips that were too fast in answering. “Sial, what have I answered? I should have been ordinary.” Inner Zia. 

“Why?” tanya Mada was curious. 

“Ehm, because my house is again renovated so I do not receive guests first. My house is really very messy for now, so I am unlikely to receive any guests anytime soon. No place to sit, it would be very rude if I brought it to the kitchen, ‘kan?” the answer is full of lies. Zia scratched her non-itchy head, feeling stupid for the reason she had. 

Mada nodded his head trying to understand. “So, yes. Too bad, but hopefully sometime I can play to your place, yeah. How know I can get to know your family.”

Zia nodded and smiled stiffly. “Iya,” answer. 

After half an hour, Mada's car finally stopped right in front of the restaurant. Opening the door, Zia turned to Mada. “Thank you for bringing me here, Mada.”

Mada nodded. “Sama-sama,” answered. 

His hand opened the door and the woman got out of the car and closed the door from the outside. 

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