Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Sah!

Zaya follows in her mother's footsteps, with her white kebaya and the jarith already attached to her body, as well as makeup that is a little different than usual. Make it a little manglingi just because of the pink lipstick and thin powder that has stuck perfectly on her lips and face.

The woman's head was covered in a white hijab. The nose has also been manipulated in such a way as to look more pointed. Now he stepped slowly, considering how difficult his feet were to walk with high heels.

The young woman still had a smile to the people who were waiting for her arrival, before finally he sat down next to the man in black and colored peci in line with a silver accent that had already done the same thing.

Zaya did not dare to return the thin smile of the figure beside her, when accidentally their gazes met for a while.

As a saying that men are not created to fight against each other who is more advanced. But to help each other in the prayer of the forerunner.

Zaya prayed in her heart, that their decision to accept the bond in this way would be best, though it cannot be said very sane. Though the doubts within him still dominated. Doubt that is being sought to be crushed by the figure next to him, by pronouncing the sacred sentence with one breath.

"Well!"

Unknowingly the clear circle slid from Zaya's eyes, as the word echoed across the width of this room. For a moment his eyes were closed, as if he could not believe that his status had now become a wife, which was affirmed by the prayer being recited by the ruler.

Not until three minutes later, she shuffled towards the figure who had been legally her husband, with a chest pounding without approx. He was fixated on being too nervous, as the man beside him grabbed his right palm.

Vibration on all his limbs was now more crazy when a ring had coiled on the ring finger. His palm cooled, contrasting with his bulging body.

With great clumsiness, the young woman welcomed her husband's helping hand, and kissed the back of the hand reverently. Then he forced his lips to return the smile of the figure who now had full responsibility towards him.

Momentum after momentum was not spared from the cellphone camera shots of witnesses who doubles as image capture. In fact, like the other groom, Afriz was asked to kiss Zaya's forehead which had been blushing from the cheeks to hold a clumsy taste.

Even so, the woman remained obedient. Zaya closed her eyes as the thick, moist lips gently landed on her forehead.

And, at the same time, the drizzle outside welcomed this little family of theirs. Being the first water grains that also fell on coffee trees, albacia wood, mahogany, and flowers during drought longer than usual. Not to forget, the clothesline of residents who have not dried is also wetted.

Some mothers shouted, "My fight!" while starting to scatter out of the house of Mr. Kuswin, where the ijab kabul took place this morning before noon.

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Although it is very simple and only intended for the family of each party and the nearest neighbor, whose name is still tiring wedding.

It was undeniable by Zaya who is now sitting casually on the edge of her bed which is now turned into her bridal bed.

The flowers that decorate the mattress did not necessarily reduce the fatigue he felt because of today's event, even though he had taken a bath and massaged his own body as well.

The shadows at the completion of the kabul ijab until the photo event with family members, suddenly covered his mind. Especially when Afriz landed a brief kiss on his forehead this morning, after smiling at him so sweetly and looking sincere. He made his face red again for the umpteenth time today.

"Why do you remember that one, huh? It's messy, it's." He shook his head, trying to get rid of the strange whirring that suddenly spread and controlled half of his brain function.

I heard the bedroom door creak. Zaya turned her head to find out who had come to this private area, and hurriedly put on the blong veil she often wore while at home. If he did not remember the status of that figure to him now, he would have been screaming loudly.

However, what he was doing right now was to directly shuffle to avoid the person who appeared. Because, for some calculations, his sudden strange heart reaction, absolutely can not be compromised.

Zaya simply nodded as a welcome sign, then looked away. He did not dare to openly look at his legitimate husband, the person who was currently walking towards him. He can only occasionally steal views, in the hope that the person does not suspect what he is doing now.

Zaya's attitude was more alert when the room door was heard being locked. He gulped, as Afriz approached. His mind has started to branch.

"Let's sleep here, sir?" asked Zaya timidly, while tidying up the veil that he had recently finished wearing.

Afriz, who had just laid down his tired body, turned his head and replied, "Yes. Why why anyway? Can't you?"

Zaya shook her head, with a furtive look still fixed on the man who was lying casually next to her. He bit his lower lip, venting anxiety because he did not understand what to answer. Then he let the silence dominate this 40-watt illuminated room with raindrops that hit the tile as background music.

The bed moved, as Afriz got up from his bed. He looked at his wife. Then the man smiled. At least he felt lucky.

For the umpteenth time Afriz looked at Zaya, although the woman did not want to look at him, still seemed to avoid.

Seeing that, Afriz seemed to find that Zaya really looked like a 20-year-old 'girl' who was still innocent and timid like this. He became anxious himself.

"Here, decketan."

Hearing the order just now, Zaya now shifted her sitting position. Although still far from the existence of her husband. "Why what?"

"Just say something" Afriz replied lightly. "With you acting like this, it means that the devil really managed to make you refuse to be close to your husband."

Zaya gulped. "I-I mean Father?"

"Will you call 'Mr'? We are officially husband and wife, you know. Call 'Mas', cake. Or 'Yang', that is. Let it sound a little sweet, I still don't feel rich in marriage with a gesh grandpa."

Zaya's originally worried gaze, suddenly horror. Between horror or wonder to find a fact. That it turns out that the true nature of her husband who is adrift of 8 years on it is like this? The alay?

Afriz is getting more and more anxious. "Just be embarrassed. Here, another deck."

For the second time Zaya shifted her seat. This also still means nothing. Because the distance between the two is still a barrier. Forced Afriz who relented and shifted his body until there was absolutely no room for Zaya to dodge anymore.

"This day I haven't carried Faiz, sir, uh, Mas. May, no, I'll see him for a second?" It was very clear that Zaya was very nervous about the situation this first night.

But before Zaya changed her position now to look for Faiz, Afriz had already restrained first. Making the woman in front of his eyes that must swallow with difficulty.

Afriz shook his head, forbidding Zaya from moving. Don't tell me, he won't let Zaya see Faiz?

The rain outside, as well as the cold results from the combination of the temperature of each drop of sky water and hill air, as if to bless what Afriz will do now.

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