Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Angku!

"The view here is really good, yes, sir," Afriz said without reducing his concentration on the bike he was driving.

"Oh, yes obviously. The village Mr, kok," responded Pak Kuswin half joking. "You often come here, so you can take you for a walk around the village" he continued.

Afriz, of course, confirmed the words of his father-in-law. Then he concentrated fully on controlling the speed of the motor that now crosses the remaining water puddle of rain last night. In addition to muddy and slippery, the road was up and down.

"Yes!" he shouted when he managed to pass through the mud puddles.

He really like returning to where young, when still often tracks with his friends. Luckily, the motor used this time has been said to be butut, although the power is still prime. So he's not worried about damaging his father-in-law's motorcycle.

While Mr. Kuswin just laughed at the behavior of his daughter-in-law who seemed to get a new toy. "You like the tracks, huh, Le?" tanyakanya.

"Well yes, sir. Long ago, but."

"The impression feels nimble, even though the road is ugly and the motor Father is blinded like this."

Afriz just laughed in response to Mr. Kuswin's statement. "It's fun, sir."

"Later stop at the derivative end, yeah, Le."

For Afriz, there is no harm in being a submissive to the exciting in-laws like Mr. Kuswin. "Ready, sir."

The motor stopped at the place referred to by Mr. Kuswin. Afriz and his piggy bank dropped, then lifted a large bundle of fresh grass to lift onto the bike.

Mr. Kuswin painstakingly tied the grass and motor using a rope from a used inner tube.

"Can you take it, Le?" asked Mr. Kuswin to make sure, considering the size of a bunch of grass tied up reached two and a half times Afriz's body.

"Can, Sir. Safe," said Afriz steady. His feeling is explosive because later he will track again. He really got a new toy.

"Yes already. Later if you have difficulty lifting it, you put it in the yard. We'll put it in the cage together when you get home, yeah, Le."

"Yes, sir." Afriz set motor gear. "Go ahead, yes, sir. Assalamu'alaikum."

Afriz drove the bike carefully. This was a bit more difficult than when he left earlier, because now he was carrying a load of grass.

This difficult journey, inevitably amazes Afriz of the toughness of his in-laws, whom he has not had a fingernail. If before he admired expensive bikers who deliberately crossed difficult paths because of hobbies, now his views have changed considerably.

The Hamlet of Your Eyes, especially the in-laws, actually ride a makeshift motorbike while carrying a load that is many times greater than his own body weight. The path that is passed is the road that is usually traversed by the famous expensive dirt bike. Not in the name of a hobby that complicates yourself, but this is how local people use technology to ease work.

The distance is kilometers traveled by Afriz for 20 minutes. The man stopped in the courtyard of Pak Kuswin's house with a bright face, to the extent that Zaya who was drying clothes was astonished by him.

Afriz doesn't speak. He just whistled merrily as he got off the motor, then removed the rope that tied the grass with the motor. Then the man lifted the grass to be placed in the yard. After that, he rode the bike again, then without a word, darted to where Pak Kuswin was waiting for him.

A large bundle of grass was already waiting to be transported again. Before lifting and positioning the grass on the bike, Mr. Kuswin asked Afriz's trip just now, worried that his son-in-law was helping.

"Where might be kapok. Even fun, really. It's a lot more challenging than my hobby."

"Then, it's transported again, yes."

Mr. Kuswin stared at the departure of his daughter-in-law with a look of amazement. Feeling lucky because his son gets a husband who is so understanding and ridiculous like that. Truly a topnotch son-in-law!

There was no reason for him not to entrust his daughter's future to that increasingly distant figure.

...***...

A paper map containing some of the documents that had been submitted by Mr. Kuswin was already in Zaya's hands. A letter moved domicile, a birth certificate belonging to Faiz that was originally left behind, and several other important documents of Zaya's personal that would be needed.

"It's complete, isn't it, Yang?"

When Afriz said his affectionate call to Zaya was so relaxed, Zaya's reaction was quite the opposite. "It's okay, Mom."

"So why go forgetfulness?"

Zaya grimacing. "I want it to go into the bag."

"Oh, huh?" Afriz nodded in understanding, with eyes still focused on the road. "Certainly, earlier why less spirit fitting invited home? Why?"

Zaya's face immediately reddened, as if something had been discovered. "No, it's okay. I'm still with Mom and Dad."

Afriz did not respond. I don't know. Hearing his wife still miss his parents after staying for three days and two nights, became something that disturbed his conscience. He should have understood that. But he was actually quite disturbed.

Zaya's statement just made her feel like a leader who failed to bring comfort to their own home. To the extent that his wife was even more comfortable in the place of his parents.

"Before we go home, we'll have a chat. There's something you want to talk about about the future of your marriage to Zaya."

Both Afriz's eyes widened in surprise. "I mean Father?"

"Before you thank me because you are willing to accept your son as he is. I'm also sorry that maybe your son has not been able to give the best for you, Le. It's just, I don't think your relationship can keep this up."

"But our relationship is fine, really, sir."

"Yes, you know that. It's just, you heard the grapevine that you haven't had a husband-and-wife relationship."

Hearing Mr. Kuswin's statement, Afriz immediately wavered. "Mr. .. know where?"

"Your own wife told your biyung."

Afriz. That wife. Why can't you keep their secrets, anyway? If this is the case, Runyam is everything. He could have been thought to be an abnormal man, a failed leader, an unreasonable newlywed, and I don't know what else.

"Father does not have the authority to take care of your bed. But you've been handing Zaya over to you for almost 3 months. That means Zaya's been your right, Le. Although you have to admit that your son may not attract your heart."

"It's not so, sir. From the beginning, we agreed not to have children. Maybe later, the wait for Faiz is a bit big. I also feel that we still need time to get to know each other and understand each other."

Unknowingly Afriz sighed. He is not sure of his own talk to his father-in-law, considering how his interaction with Zaya who until now was still like a stranger who was forced to live under the same roof

Although lately more intense than when they first lived together, still he felt he had not managed to break the distance between the two.