Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Meetings

"His sister is already quite pregnant. When's sister?" ask Nida's mother-in-law with a jail.

"Eh, me? I can't be pregnant, Auntie. I am a man." Afriz just grinned when he answered. Originally indeed. But the hope, the previous questions that lead to it will stop being on him and also Zaya.

"You're funny. Yes not you, lah. I mean, your wife."

"Later, Tan. About momongan, we are relaxed. After all, my wife and I still need a lot of time to date." Afriz looked at his wife. "Yes, right, honey?"

Zaya turned to the side, hearing her husband's words. He found Afriz's gaze fixed on him. His face immediately flushed. Then smile with shame. "Yes" he answered.

"Don't want to date mulu." Anida stumbled on the conversation of the three, who inevitably caused the laughter of those around her.

"Is Dad ready?" ask Afriz when Mr. Life is around him.

Afriz did invite his father to live together, so that he could more intensely monitor the health of the father who had been living alone in his home.

Yes, an attempt to get closer to the father, considering their relationship for several years is less close. Hopefully, Zaya can bridge the gap of awkwardness.

Afriz, Zaya, and Mr. Life excused themselves. Immediately slide to the destination: Afriz's private home.

Mr. Life kissed Faiz's cheeks growing more and more. "You miss Grandpa, don't you? You'll sleep with Grandpa, okay?" it was as if Faiz understood his words.

"Eh, Faiz used to sleep with me." Zaya looked at the back seat. "He's usually a bit fussy when it comes to sleep" he added, reinforcing the reason.

"It's okay. Faiz slept with Papa alone. Faiz seemed to miss Papa. Afriz also said himself that he still needs to date. It's Papa give it time to be alone."

Ow hell! Zaya screamed in her heart.

"Where, Mas?" whisky Zaya.

"If Mas at home is indeed occasionally we sleep in the room. Last night was room. So it doesn't matter if we sleep in the room."

The problem is, if there is usually no meaningful physical contact during sleep together, last night there were groans beyond Zaya's expectations.

However, Afriz remained indifferent. He continued to focus on the path they were going on. Because, if he had the desire to continue their activities last night, it doesn't matter either.

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Come here, honey."

Faiz looked at Mr. Life, then laughed. The cereal he held he ate, then the toddler stood up. After that, walk slowly towards Mr. Life. Several times he fell because his balance was not too stable, but instead laughed. Until finally he arrived in front of the man who had invited him to play.

"Grandpa's already good at walking, huh?"

Faiz was just showing off his teeth. Then focus on the circular toy that is in front of him.

Looking at the scene, Zaya is convinced that Mr. Life still believes that Faiz is the son of Afriz, as the man said when they first met.

"Let Afriz take responsibility for what he did to you before Faiz came into the world."

A series of sentences spoken from the mouth of Mr. Life actually makes Zaya increasingly clueless. "What did you say, anyway?"

"Faiz is your son, right? Afriz's son, too, right?"

Fifteen seconds had passed, but Zaya was still busy digesting the intent of the man before her. Why can Afriz's father think that they, he and Afriz, have more than just a superior relationship with an employee?

"Yes, I once rejected some of the potential wives that Afriz brought. It could be, all this time you guys married siri behind my back because Afriz was worried that I did not approve of your relationship, so you appear now as an Afriz employee. That's because I want to tell me slowly, so that my heart disease doesn't recur."

What else is this?

Zaya did not expect that her break on Wednesday afternoon would be filled with this kind of absurdity. The ridiculousness that actually raises a big question mark and makes his body start sweating coldly.

Is he and Afriz married in series?

When's?

Then Faiz is the result of his relationship with Afriz?

Just because their names are a little similar?

Afriez? Faiz?

What kind of hypothesis is that?

"Eh, don't eat it. This isn't food."

The voice succeeded in reminding Zaya that now there was one child with a pudgy cheek that he had to persuade to sleep.

Faiz imitated the shaken Mr. Life. Then he stood up and walked again. Lately, the toddler is indeed like to walk even though very slowly. If he feels tired, he will sit carelessly with his hands busy holding something.

"Faiz played it sparingly, huh? Malem, you sleep first. Yea?" Zaya tried to hold the 12-month-old toddler.

"Mrsk." Zaya still called and invited the young man to want to sleep immediately. "That's Grandpa tired. You're tired too, right?"

The boy nodded with a smile. Walking over to Pak Hidup while screeching happily, then showing a toy that he now holds. After that he sat on the lap of Mr. Life.

"Let's just like this first, yeah. If you want to go to the room, go to the room first. Let Papa put Faiz to bed. Here he's getting sleepy. It's already starting to rummage like this."

Hearing that, Zaya who was already wearing a nightgown suit did not immediately move. He felt unsettled that Faiz had not slept, because the toddler was often fussy at bedtime. Nor do they want to trouble his in-laws. Moreover, by making sure that Faiz was asleep, she could all wait for her husband to sleep first.

"Father to the room first, yes," said Mr. Life, with Faiz who had been carried on his shoulder. The toddler was really asleep.

"It's okay, Faiz slept with Papa?" zaya asked not so sure.

"It's okay" whispered Mr. Life almost without a sound. "Sana, you go to the room."

Swallowing for a moment, Zaya nodded. As soon as his father-in-law had closed the door, he turned towards the room that Afriz was now sleeping in. She stepped in doubt, weighing and praying that her husband had slept well.

"Eh, is Mas not asleep?" he asked, as soon as he entered the room and saw Afriz was still awake.

"Not yet" replied Afriz briefly. "The door is locked, all of you" he continued.

The doors are locked. Zaya repeats Afriz's command in her heart. Doubtful, she did what her husband said.

"Here, sit." Afriz patted the empty space next to him.

Bowing her head, Zaya began to draw closer to her husband. Then sit on the edge of the bed, with a distance close enough to Afriz.

"I'm a pegel-pegel, nih. Pijetin, yes, Yang?" pinta Afriz, while turning his back to Zaya.

Although she was hit by nervousness, now Zaya has positioned herself as comfortable as possible to massage her husband. Then press on Afriz's back using his tiny thumb.

"It's you again mijit what's ticklishin, anyway?"

"Mijit, I'm."

"What massage? I was amused from now on. Well," said Afriz, as soon as Zaya increased her strength. His wife went on a rampage after he was stabbed.

"Racaine. I don't think I can go hard, what?"

"Oh, don't be so hard, Yang. It's not a mijit, it's a mosquito."

"What do you want anyway?" Zaya glared at Afriz's back anxiously. "So he said tickle, now he said mosquito?"

"Yes who are strong, but don't be fussy."

"They are good at mulu protests." Although constantly grumbling because of her husband's protests, Zaya did not stop her massage at all.

"Well, this is delicious, Yang."

They remained in the same position, without any protest. Zaya still maintained the power of her massage. "Tomorrow so go?"

Afriz, who was going through a massage from his wife, sighed for a moment before replying, "Yes."

Zaya must be more accustomed to Afriz who often travel. "How many days?"

"Four to five days. But if it's done quickly, it'll be faster."

"Ooh." Zaya's mouth seemed to be twitching uneasily, as if she was about to say something. "Eh, Mas," he called.

"Yes?"

Zaya grinned from behind Afriz's back. "Not be."

Then, silence. The crack of the wall clock and the roar of breath both sounded louder.

"For a long time Mas's seal moved to me, nih," Zaya complained, coding Afriz to ask him to stop, as well as break the silence that was not at all pleasant.

Her husband instantly turned his body, facing Zaya. "Where's the pegel? I'm ready to mijitin," she grinned.

"That's what I want!" Zaya reflexively pushed her husband's shoulder as she grumbled, then laughed.

There is nothing wrong with physical contact. The problem was the five fingers Afriz now clasping the hand used by Zaya to push him just now. I don't know. It seems Afriz reflexively defends himself from his wife's attack. However, the grip did not go away. It was also confirmed by the smile that now adorns the young man's lips.

Afriz's smile and gaze made Zaya misbehave, as it looked strange. Zaya did not understand the meaning of the smile and the gaze she received. All he knew was that his feet were frozen. Suddenly the coldness ran through his body unnaturally. But it is not able to divert the direction of Zaya's eyes from the eyes of Afriz who is now also looking at him with highlight.

Everything happened so fast. Since Afriz's face was getting closer, while Zaya's eyes were tightly closed. When both bodies were closed.

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