The Longing for Perfection
Don't Easily Believe in Others

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

Farah turned her eyes and smiled bitterly. "I know I'm not perfect. Until now I can't even be the perfect wife for you" she said with a grievous heart. He feels inferior. "I'm really a useless woman."

"Flood." Zayn rubbed his arm. "Don't talk like that" he said.

"It's like that, Mom!!" answer Farah. He brought his eyes back to Zayn. Their eyes clashed. Zayn is the type of person who doesn't like to argue.  So he minimized to argue with someone especially that to Farah.

"May be jealous but don't talk like that" Zayn said.

"But the truth is like that. I'm not a perfect woman" Farah replied again. His eyes began to glaze over.

"Have I ever troubled him!! Am I impatient with you, Farah?!!" Zayn's voice was a little high. Yes, he does most dislike arguments that use emotion.

And now Farah is silent. Zayn let out a low breath. He then went out of the room to get a drink. There is still a mother in front of the television. May you not hear their debate just now, her mind.

After taking a drink. Zayn did not return to his room. He didn't want to fight anymore with Farah.

Zayn first approached Farah's younger brother who was working on PR. The second grade High School man looked serious at his study desk.

"What a coincidence" said Vino's sister Farah after seeing her brother-in-law standing next to her.

"What lesson?" ask Zayn. He sat next to Vino.

"Mathematics" replied Vino. He gave the book to Zayn. "This oath is very difficult" he said.

Zayn looked at the math problem in front of him. Then he looked back at Vino.

"Should be done?" tanyakanya.

"Well," replied Vino.

"Hey listen." Zayn looked at his sister-in-law. "The rich, when calculating money, do not use the formula. Even if the money is very much, there is already a bank that will manage it. So, the math you're studying that makes your brain almost explode isn't really needed."

The heresy of the brother-in-law made Vino laugh out loud.

"So now how should I?" ask Vino who is tempted by the heresy of his sister-in-law.

"Let's just say PS," asked Zayn. A call directly approved by Vino.

"But what about my math PR?" tanyakanya. Now he's upset.

"Tomorrow to cheat on your friend" replied Zayn perverted again.

If Farah finds out about this, she'll knock out her second ear. Luckily, Farah did not know about this conspiracy.

They both go to the side room and play PS excitingly. Zayn promised that if Vino can beat him, Vino will get extra pocket money tomorrow. Vino whose quota was dying felt challenged by the offer.

While there. Farah sat pensively staring at the reflection of her face in the mirror. He compared himself to all the women in this village. And it's true if it seems like he's the only one like this.

Farah rubbed her face sadly. She's confused.

At ten o'clock in the night, Zayn had not yet returned to the room. Farah was waiting for him. The girl wanted to apologize.

Farah came out of the room. There was no more mother in front of the television. He's already asleep.

Farah opened the main door. He thinks that Zayn might go to the front post. Following Zayn? Feels excessive. Zayn later thought the husband was afraid of the wife.

Farah closed the door again. He walked to the back to grab a drink and right then and there .. he faintly heard voices that sounded so exciting.

Slowly, Farah headed towards the side room and opened the door. He smiled broadly to find the person he was looking for was here.

"It looks like our game has to finish here" said Vino after realizing Farah's arrival. He is currently in a superior position. So if this game is forcibly stopped, he is the winner.

Zayn glanced slightly to the side and refocused himself on his game.

Farah knows Zayn is angry.

"School tomorrow, Vino. Go to sleep" said Farah. He stepped inside and sat down beside Vino. Yes, he chose to sit next to Vino and not next to Zayn.

"A little while, Ma'am. I have to win" replied Vino.

"What a gift" asked Farah.

"Dibeliin quota," replied Vino.

Farah looked at Zayn who looked so serious about his game. His face is serious because of the game or because Farah is here.  What is clear, he has been getting behind the score since Farah's arrival.

Vino is focused on his game. "Not cool," he declined on Farah's offer. He's even more proud to beat Zayn. He has lost twice to his brother-in-law. 

"Mbak added meatballs," Farah offered.

"No" Vino refused.

"Add some futsal shoes," Farah offered him.

Vino brought his gaze to Farah. "OKs. Deal," he agreed. He then brought his gaze to Zayn. "I'm sorry there is a more tempting offer" he said.

Zayn nodded and let Vino out of the room.

"It's night, sleep, yuk," Farah asked. He looked at Zayn from the side. 

"Later. I'm not sleepy yet" Zayn replied briefly. Sounds very unfriendly. 

"It's midnight" said Farah. He shifted his seat closer to Zayn. The man did not answer. He is still busy with his game. 

"Mas," call Farah low. 

"What."

"Let's sleep." 

"Yes, he's sleeping." 

"Ayooo," asked Farah. This time with a spoiled voice. 

"Later," Zayn answered briefly. 

Farah looked down for the gap between Zayn's hands. He nimbly infiltrated between the gaps and slowly placed himself in Zayn's lap. They're dealing. Farah deliberately placed her face right in front of Zayn's face so that the man could not see the television screen. 

Zayn shifted his face to the right, Farah went to the right. Zayn to the left, Farah to the left. Finally, Zayn looked at him. 

"Be not angry" said Farah. 

"I don't like you talking like that" Zayn replied. 

Farah nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry, I said" he said. 

"And don't get me wrong easily" Zayn added. 

Farah nodded again. 

Zayn placed both his hands on Farah's hips.

"There were a lot of people that afternoon after volleyball practice. Coincidentally there's Inez there with her friends too. He then asked to be paid" Zayn explained without Farah asking. 

"Why not be rejected?" ask Farah. He pouted again. 

"It will be wrong again. It even became a gossip material as if he was avoiding him. Later it is thought that there is still a sense because it is too noticeable to avoid it. It happened once, you remember. Before we get married. There are neighbors who make rumors that are not true."

Farah nodded. 

"This is not easy to be prejudiced and easily believe the story from one side," Zayn continued advising his wife. 

Farah nodded again. 

Zayn rubbed his cheeks and then fused their lips together. Spoiled each other through a kiss. 

Over there. Vino only realized if his phone was left behind. He went back out of the room and headed towards the side room. 

"Astagfirullah," his throat slowly with bulging eyes. He saw that loving scene. 

Vino then immediately flipped over and left the room. 

"Damn, so that's why Farah kicked me out? If I knew that, I would ask for even more expensive bribes." - Vino. "Loss if it's just futsal shoes, quota and meatballs."

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