The Longing for Perfection
Meet Inez

The night was getting cold and quiet. Zayn whispered a beautiful strand of words to Farah. And by saying do'a he tried to take the flower again. Virgin flowers that he still could not take from when they were married. 

Farah firmly gripped her sturdy arm. The woman tried to endure the pain of wishing Zayn could do but it really hurt too much to crumble her body. 

"Mas," call Farah by pushing Zayn's body. He's not capable. 

Like the night before, Zayn nodded in understanding. He let Farah go and hugged her. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Farah. The same words as the last night. 

Zayn. He wiped Farah's tears. 

"Don't apologize, it's okay" he replied with sincerity. "Can I ask for something?" tanyanya. 

Farah looked at him. He's been hit by an emergency. Request anything? What if Zayn asks to remarry because Farah cannot meet his inner needs. Farah's lips twitched. He turned his eyes. 

"What?" tanyanya sad. 

Zayn kissed her cheek. "Don't cry anymore" Zayn said lovingly. 

Farah immediately brought her gaze to Zayn. The heart that was so anxious is now replaced by the feeling of haru enveloping. 

Zayn returned his eyes. "Don't cry after we try. It makes me feel guilty for hurting you" Zayn said. 

Hearing that, Farah's eyes glazed over, she was so moved. "Mas." And Farah hugged him tightly. 

Zayn rubbed his back fondly. 

"When you start to feel pain, let me know. So that I don't make you sick any more" Zayn said. 

Farah nodded. "Thank you for your patience, Mom" he said. 

Zayn kissed her hair. But soon he felt something else. A touch from Farah's delicate hand. 

"Farah," call Zayn restrained. He let go of his embrace and looked at Farah. 

The woman smiled sweetly. "Let me finish your passion a little, Mas" said Farah softly. Ustazah said, if he could help Zayn with his hands. This was one of his efforts for Zayn. Because Farah can't be the perfect wife. 

Zayn nodded with a smile. He then looked down to take a kiss. 

Two relationships in the name of love. A bowl of love paddled with the riddles of God. A bowl of love they don't want to share. 

'Mas, stay forever. I will try different ways to keep you happy with me, Farah's inner self. 

Tonight .. although they failed again but faced by mutual feelings of willingness and understanding. They will both find solutions. 

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"Mother, good baby shaman, Mbah who is it?" farah asked that afternoon as they sat on the terrace. Zayn is playing volleyball on the village court at the moment.

"You want a massage? To Mbah Wasinah, great," replied the mother. He also agreed if Farah ordered the shaman baby, so that the location of his uterus is allowed. The trust of the people around is like that. By being sorted, you can soon have offspring.

Farah nodded.

"Later Magrib finished, Ma'am," replied Farah. The faster, the better, he thought.

The mother nodded. "If it's later tonight, let me prepare sugar, tea and rice first to be taken there," said Ms. Mia. He went to the store to buy sugar and tea.

Mbah Wasinah does not set the rate, he works his profession as a hereditary massage shaman with paid seikhlasnya.

Over there. The voly field. The game was finished and the players stopped by the side shop to quench their thirst.

"Wahh there's an ex-brother" exclaimed one of Zayn's friends.

A beautiful woman who happened to be there turned her head and immediately found Zayn among the many volleyball players in the stall. Her lips smiled sweetly greeting even though she did not receive a reply. The man refused to even look at her.

"Buy what Nez?" ask one of Zayn's friends.

"Inez bought some fried food, Mas," the beautiful woman replied with a soft voice. He came with two female friends.

"Eh meet the ex, aseeek." Now Inez's friend is being teased.

"Supervise, watch," their tease.

"Fear there's a CLBK."

"Huss, pity the one at home."

Girls are very good at finding materials for them to discuss. Inez smiled and glanced at Zayn several times.

"Mas Zayn, payin dooong," Inez's eye-catching pinta. 

Zayn glanced at him at a glance then looked at his volleyball friends. 

"Yes, please take what you want. Today I paid, "he replied. He agreed to treat all his Volunteers, not to Inez and his friends.

"Yeyyy," exclaimed Inez' friend.

While Inez smiled sweetly by looking at Zayn. The eyes that sometimes meet.

"Thank you, Mas Zayn" Inez said with a smile. 

Zayn nodded faintly but did not answer him.

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