The Longing for Perfection
Caught

After Magrib, Farah permitted Zayn to come to the house of Mbah Wasinah. Of course Zayn knew what his wife was visiting for.

"Mas inter, yes," said Zayn.

"I'm the same Mom, I've had enough, Mas" Farah replied. She sat on Zayn's lap and hugged him. "The prayers will work this time, Mas" he said.

"Aamiin," Zayn replied. He kissed Farah's head. "Excite yes, dear." Zayn cheers on his wife.

After that, Farah went with her mother. He rode his red motorcycle. Bonded with his mother.

Arriving there. Mbah Wasinah directly massaged it gently and carefully.

"The position has been very good" he said after mocking Farah. "God willing, this is easy to have offspring," continued Mbah Wasinah. 

Like getting water on an arid land Farah was happy to hear that. Farah and Mia's mother smiled widely and said hamdalah. Farah wanted to ask how about her reproductive organs but she was scared and embarrassed. Because now he is aware if the condition is different from women in general. In the end, he didn't ask that. She only hopes that after this massage, she can serve her husband perfectly.

After returning from Mbah Wasinah, Farah and her mother stopped by briefly to a grilled corn seller near the volleyball court.  

"Where are the two kids from?" ask the neighbor who happened to be there waiting for the grilled corn. 

"From Mbah Wasinah" replied Ms. Mia. 

"Farah has it?" ask the neighbor again. 

Mia Mia smiled. "Not yet" he answered. "It's hard, Mom. Hopefully it will be easier" continued Ms. Mia. 

"Aamiinu. What did Mbah Wasinah say?" ask the neighbors again. 

Farah told her mother to go to the shop next door. He wants to buy snacks.

"So late this afternoon rame you know, Mrs Farah's teacher," said the shop owner with a smile. "Because there was Inez and Zayn who accidentally met here" he continued. 

Farah who looked down chose a snack immediately raised her face and looked at the stall guard's mother. 

"Meet both?" tanyakanya. 

"No. Inquired. Zayn is with his friends" replied the shopkeeper. Then he looked at Farah awkwardly. "I'm sorry, Miss Farah. I didn't mean anything. Zayn with his friends. Stop here thirsty for volleyball." 

Farah nodded with a smile. "It's okay, Mom. We live in the village next door, we meet often" said Farah, but she felt jealous in her heart. He imagined between Zayn and Inez glancing at each other. 

Farah bought a few snacks and paid for them immediately. 

After the maize burned mom's order so, they immediately went home. Farah came back with a sullen face. He even went straight into his room. 

"The words of Mbah Wasinah are good," said the mother to Zayn while giving grilled corn.

"Alhamdulillah," Zayn answered gratefully.

"Still in the mosque, ma'am," Zayn replied. 

Mia's mother nods and then walks into the house to watch a beloved Indian drama series. 

Zayn immediately entered the room. He thought that the sullen sad face was because Farah heard other news from Mbah Wasinah that Mother did not know. 

"It's okay, honey," Zayn said softly. He tried to wipe Farah's hair. The woman looked at him sharply. 

"Mas happy?" ask Farah. 

Zayn frowned. So the info from my mom is right. If Farah's doing well. "Yes, very happy" he replied. The answer that got him a hard blow on his chest. 

"Yes, just go to the shop, no need to go home. Just stay at home in the stall," annoyed Farah. She feels sad. Farah turned her back to Zayn in great annoyance.

"You mean?" zayn asked not to understand. A stall? And he immediately realized what Farah was discussing. Ah, you shopkeeper. Why would you complain to Farah. 

Zayn stepped closer to her and hugged her from behind. "Honey, I don't treat him specifically, I treat all my friends" he said, trying to explain. Really ... He was wrong in his explanation. 

Farah let go of her embrace and turned her body. He looked at Sharp Zayn. 

"Tractier? Did you buy him?" 

"Eh?!" Zayn realized he was wrong in explaining. "T-no. Of course not" he answered. 

"That's just an excuse, treat all of Mas's friends, whereas the main purpose is to treat him. Aren't we?" asked Farah sadly. She feels jealous. And increasingly jealous when thinking of the way Zayn who chose to treat all his friends in order to treat Inez. 

"It's not like that" Zayn replied. 

Farah stepped onto the nightstand and picked up her bag. He took out his wallet and then took out his atm, he also took out all the money Zayn had given him. 

"I'm adding, Mas. Not enough?" 

"I told you that I didn't treat him specifically" Zayn explained. 

Farah nodded. "Tomorrow to buy him again, yeah. Specifically, it's okay." 

Zayn took his breath in. "Don't misunderstand." 

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Author Notes 🙏 

Sorry if there is typo2. 

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