The Beginning of the Marriage
Chapter 23

Arriving at home, Zia immediately entered and was greeted with a burning aroma when she had just set foot in the living room. The woman immediately walked towards the kitchen anxiously. “What happened?” Not yet had time to go further, there was the sound of falling objects in the very back room. 

For a moment, Zia saw Zio who was burning bread on teflon and beside him a pot filled with black spaghetti left on the stove. Some plates fell down, as did the spatula. The man had completely destroyed his own kitchen. “Zio, what are you doing?” zia asked, trying to be patient. 

If he does not remember that he just hitchhiked here, maybe he will be angry because someone has made a mess of the room in particular. Yes, Zia had indeed already felt that this was a special room of hers after living here. After all, before Zia stayed, he said Zio only ate outside and he only used the kitchen to wash the glasses. 

“Ah, you finally came. I was going to make spaghetti for dinner, but I just left YouTube to watch it goofy, weird, ‘kan?” he answered in a voice without sin. 

Zia grunting. Even if he wants to be angry he cannot. “So, huh? Yes already. If you want, I'll replace you with cooking. Sorry, I'm late for home,” he said. 

“Oh no need, after all the bread will be ripe. I can make it for you,” he said. Then he took another loaf of bread, after the two previous loaves had been lifted from teflon. 

Zia simply nodded, then sat on the kitchen table chair watching Zio who was trying to cook. After this he intends to clean up the kitchen that already looks like a broken ship. “You've been home since?” ask Zia. 

Zio nodded. “True. You know, I have something to tell you. It seems Mada really loves you. He came to me this morning and asked me to help him so that he could get close to you. What say?” asked Zio while turning over the bread. 

“Very good news. I'm glad to hear that. Mada has been paying attention to me anyway. Even that guy was so nice. Last morning, I accidentally met him and he invited me to go together. Mada always had a way to make me no trouble. I am really very happy if he loves me,” replied Zia with a tear that looks happy. 

Seeing that, Zio screeched. “You like that bat guy?” 

“What's really why? After all we're just a pair of good friends, ‘kan? One day you will let me go, so I am free to love whomever I want. I have the right to choose who I will make husband later after this drama is really over,” Zia stressed with great emphasis. 

After she finished, Zia immediately closed it and wrapped it in a cloth. “Don't forget to bring your meal bekel. I will go to the bathroom first to soak, sultry,” said Zia while putting all her dirty cooking tools into the sink. 

“Iya, I'll bring it. Thanks,” the answer is short. 

Zia went straight into the room while Zio was still munching on his last toast. To be honest he still remembered about Zia's annoying answer about her who was liked by Mada. The woman looked happy and had no intention of resisting, ‘kah? Isn't Zia not ready to get married? So why did he feel praised when he found out that Mada liked him?

While in the bathub, Zia spent her time thinking about her irregular life. His mind is really messy. He wondered when this charade would end, he also longed for freedom. Not sorry for being married, but sorry to find out that this marriage is just a charade. 

“Oh Lord, I hope all this ends soon before I get killed by boredom. I really want to go back to a time where I was alone rather than stuck in an environment like this. I'm tired of doing cats with a lot of people,” hisses to yourself.

Zia rubbed all her body clean, the scent of roses filling the room. Zia really likes to spend her time here after cooking, but she immediately got up as soon as she remembered that she had to clean the kitchen. 

The woman picked up her pants and a batik short shirt, then put on it. Before going out, use some skincare to maintain skin health. After it was completely finished, he walked towards the kitchen and Zio was already not there. 

When Zia was about to take a dirty plate on the table, she saw Zio's lunch bekel still intact. “Sia didn't bring her bekel? Deliberately or missed?” ask Zia to herself. “But maybe he forgot because he already agreed. Did I just go to his office? But what if I meet Mada or her other friends?” 

Zia took the bekel. “Already, I can think after getting there.”