Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 365
Everyone had gathered at the dinner table, except Zia and Bara. Zia who was having difficulty walking was picked up by Bara, the man was holding the sister, so as not to be tired of walking down the stairs.
"Well, you know her leg's sprained, why sleep in the upstairs room anyway, Dek?" rebuke Bara who was carrying Zia on his back.
"All my stuff is upstairs, Mom."
"You can ask your aunt to come downstairs if you want to sleep downstairs."
"Males ah, Mas, sleep below," Zia said as she pursed her lips.
Bara sighed softly, as the man could guess why Zia refused to sleep in the lower room. Yeah, especially if it wasn't for Arash. The Princess and Arash's room is on the first floor. Mama Nayna deliberately prepared their room together, just in case the Princess became pregnant later. And also, the room occupied by Princess and Arash at this time, was large enough for a couple of brides.
"If you feel uncomfortable eating together, you can ask your aunt to bring food to the room, Dek. Mas can give a reason to Mama, why you can not join us," Bara bargained.
"No need, Mas. I'm not papa."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Mas. Very sure."
"Mas offers that, just because you don't want to feel uncomfortable, Dek," she said and glanced at her sister.
"I don't know, Mom. I miss eating with family anyway" Zia said.
"Hmm, yeah, that's it."
Bara and Zia finally arrived at the dining room, how surprised they were when they saw who the special guest that Mama Nayna said earlier.
"Mas Abash?" shock Zia.
Setau Zia, Abash had said that the man would immediately return to Jakarta, after his business was completed.
"How's your leg? Is it okay?" abash asked, so that made Mama Nayna and Papa Satria frown and looked at Zia and Abash.
"You guys met earlier?" ask Papa Satria.
Arash had already glanced towards Zia and Abash, the man wanted to know, what they were going to say.
"Don't meet intentionally, Om, I'm with a friend, Zia with her friend," Abash lied.
Arash raised his eyebrows next door, at the sight of Zia making out her smile.
"Oh, I see," said Papa Satria. "Why didn't you say, baby?" papa Satria asked Zia.
"Hmm? Zia forgot, Pa," chuckled Zia while showing her a neat row of teeth.
"Well, come sit down. Let's start the dinner" said Mama Nayna, who was followed by everyone.
Zia sits in her chair, where she happens to be facing Abash. Arash was still watching his twin and sister-in-law, until Arash saw clearly, how Abash blinked his eyes sideways at Zia.
"Don't tell me they're both—" Arash's inner self clenched his hand.
"Zia, I must warn her not to ruin Abash and Sifa's relationship" Arash continued in her heart, with a sharp gaze still fixed on Zia.
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"Thank you very much, Auntie, on her dinner invitation," Abash said as the man was about to leave.
"Grandfather, Aunt, I'm staying at a hotel. Anyway my belongings are still there, tomorrow morning I have to go back to Jakarta" Abash refused.
"Well, you be careful to go home, yeah. Say hello to your parents" said Mama Nayna as she drove Abash out the door.
"Okay, Auntie. Then excuse me. assalamualaikum,"
"Morrahm."
After Abash left, everyone went back into the house.
"Which way, Pa?" ask Mama Nayna.
"So before Abash came home, Bara was alone with papa, wanted to meet with his friend," said Papa Satria.
"Oh …"
Mama Nayna shook her head when she saw Zia sleeping on the sofa in the living room.
"Zia, baby, how come you're sleeping here, anyway? Come on, move to the room" said Mama Nayna.
Zia rubbed her eyes when she heard Mama Nayna's voice telling her to move into the room.
"Where's the coals, Ma?" asked Zia with her hoarse voice.
"You're out again, why?" ask Mama Nayna.
"Keep, who carried Zia to the upper room, who?" asked Zia while yawning.
"Why don't you sleep in the basement, Zia?" ask Mama Nayna back.
"There's work that Zia has to do, Ma. All Zia's work in the room "
Yes, Zia must finish Abash's sketch immediately, so that she can directly print the ring for the man.
"There are you, you don't know when you're coming home. Sleep in the lower room, yeah. Tomorrow continue his work," said Mama Nayna.
"No, Ma. The idea again exists now," whined Zia.
"Yes, let Papa carry Zia to the room," said Papa Satria.
"Can't, Mom. Your waist hurts from playing golf this afternoon. Don't look for disease, deh," prevent Mana Nayna.
"So, who carried Zia to whose room?" zia Whine.
"Just like Arash, will you? Let Mas Arash who carried you to the room," the Princess bargained, thus making Arash turn towards her quickly.
"Sayang—" rebuked Arash and gave the code to the Princess through his eyes, if the man objected.
"This time, Rash. No papa, huh?" persuade Princess.
Arash sighed softly, the man was forced to accept the wife's request
"Eng, Zia sleeps downstairs, Ma. Suddenly lazy to do work," said Zia quickly and rose from her seat.
Zia passed to the room next to the Princess and Arash's room. It's better that he sleeps in that room, right, than he has to be carried with Arash.