Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Longs Temptation

After the bargaining business of land prices and the business kiosk that he will develop has ended, Afriz just had time to relax. Because a few days before there was a very difficult debate about the price for him too high. But it could finally be resolved well, although there are several locations that eventually canceled he wanted.

Afriz was still busy rummaging through the contents of his backpack, looking for a phone that he felt he had stored in this thing he was holding. Finally he took out all the contents of his black backpack. But the flat objects he currently needed were none of them.

Though the young man wanted to see whether there was a notification or an incoming call from his wife or not. In addition, he was about to tell his wife that tomorrow he will come home, sooner than expected.

The man finally decided to get out of the room to approach anyone who could be asked for help. Most importantly, his phone could be found.

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

For a moment Afriz just looked at the hotel receptionist who offered him help very kindly. "Here, my phone is not in the room. I'd like to borrow a phone for a while, to call my number. That's also if I can."

Beautiful receptionists who have often been too friendly since the beginning of Afriz stay at this place, just let. Without a second thought, the woman handed over her personal phone to Afriz.

"thank you. I borrowed it first, yes," Afriz said politely, then moved away to find a comfortable place.

The man typed the number, then called him. Three minutes later, someone picked up the call. No doubt, the phone is in someone else's hands.

"Yes, hello" said the man across.

"Hello, good night" Afriz replied. He then introduced himself, informing him that he was the owner of the mobile number he was currently contacting.

"Oh, that's Mas Afriz, huh?" said his interlocutor while chuckling happily. "What a coincidence, Mas Ganteng called. The mobile phone is in my place. Just take it to my house." 

Afriz. It's late at night, and he needs to rest. But he also needed to take his phone immediately. "Where?"

"Mas Ganteng wants to come here?"

"Hm."

Although it has been reciprocated without interest by him, the woman across the street remains excited to mention the full address of her residence.

"I'll wait, Mommy."

Afriz's head shook, inexhaustible. His interlocutor used 'me' and then suddenly turned into 'me' for no apparent reason. But because he did not want to waste more time thinking about the unimportant thing, Afriz returned the phone he borrowed now.

"Is there anything else we can help you with?" ask the receptionist in front of Afriz.

Afriz. "Nothing."

After saying goodbye, Afriz returned to his room to pick up a jacket and wallet with a small amount of money. Then go out again, then leave.

...***...

If it were not for one of these precious objects, Afriz would have met the young woman named Hani. Last afternoon when they met, Afriz was tempted to the point that he was terrified and unconsciously left his phone. Now she had to meet the woman again.

"Come in, Mas Ganteng" said the woman in front of Afriz.

"No, just here," Afriz refused coldly. "Again, I just want to take a cell phone," he continued, not to mince words.

"It." The woman handed him the phone that Afriz had been carrying. "Don't let us be a match, Mas," said the woman Afriz knew named Hani, handing over the thing he held.

When Afriz took the phone from his hand, he was now presumptuous to hold the man's big hand. Then tickle the palm of the hand, causing uncomfortable movements from the owner.

His gaze crept, teasing Afriz who since this afternoon was not tempted by his charm at all. Even though he has dressed up optimally, has been wearing sexy clothes as well. But still, this man in front of him was not affected by his seduction and temptation which had been very direct. "Mas Ganteng, come in first, yuk. We'll copy, even for a minute."

Afriz grimaced while releasing a spoiled grip on his hand. At a crucial moment like this, there are still those who can tease him. His wife never. "I'm sorry, but I don't like coffee. I like my wife better. My wife is waiting at home. So, I have to go home soon."

His opponent giggled amusedly. "Ah, this handsome Mas is so stiff. It is not enough for a man to have just one woman. So I have been married before. So, I know that this young man like Mas Afriz is crazy to work on his wife because stamina is still excellent. So, if until some time do not meet the wife, yes where at home."

Remember Zaya at home, remember Zaya at home. She's sexier, she's more seductive, she's a lot more curious, she's a lot younger, she's prettier, she's sweeter, and certainly a lot more halal.

Afriz cast the mantra in his heart, so as not to be swayed by the temptations of the widow before him. After all, the less material clothes worn by the woman in front of him did not cause any curiosity at all as Zaya's body had never been exposed carelessly.

"Well, Mas Afriz could not touch his wife for days? If Mas wants to nyari that anget-anget, I'm willing to loh, Mas, for ...."

"I'm sorry, I ate my godok and wedang ronde, so my body was warm" Afriz said quickly.

Hani just giggled spoiled. "Ah, Mas Ganteng this is so pretentious do not understand, anyway? I don't mean that warm, but another warmth."

Afriz shuddered in horror. "I'm here just to take my phone, Ma'am, not the others" he cut again, so that the conversation does not get stuck everywhere.

The woman in front of Afriz laughed crisply. "Where, men are the same. Shamefully wanted. He refused, but if he was given, he did not refuse. In fact it can be up to the brim of literacy, even addiction."

What else is that?

Before he got any more insane, Afriz chose to leave immediately. He's saying goodbye. A fool with the hostess who hasn't allowed him to return to the inn.

"Rather than returning to a distant residence, mending stay here only, Mas. Free, youh."

Afriz had ogah heard Hani's increasingly spoiled whimpers. He better run away. Because he still wants to survive the creature and rest without being disturbed. Even if he has the option, he prefers to listen to the spoiled whimper Zaya, if the young woman behaves similarly.

"Road, sir," asked Afriz after he closed the door of the vehicle that had been waiting in front of the fence of Hani's house. Then his hand was busy sliding the application on the phone screen.

"Elevated, dong, Yes, do not make Mas worried," he muttered uneasily, when some previous calls were not accepted.

He did not forget to send some messages to his wife, asking that the woman lift her call. But the result is the same. The message was not read either. He still kept repeating the call for Zaya.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You why?" he asked, when he heard Zaya's voice that was like he had just finished crying.

"It's okay."

"You must be crying?"

"No. I'm just fucking."

Although Zaya has denied, Afriz still does not believe because he can hear the sobbing that comes out of his wife's lips. "Why cry?"

Afriz was still patiently waiting for his wife to answer his question. Moreover, the stuffing that was originally slow now sounds louder.

"I'm sorry" said Zaya, barely able to hear Afriz.

Afriz's frown was puzzled as to why Zaya suddenly apologized to him. "Sorry for what?"

"That was before I left. I don't mean that."

Afriz smiled, though he felt guilty for letting Zaya keep thinking about the things she had forgotten. "We'll talk about it when Mas gets home, yeah."

"Mas still angry?"

Afriz shook his head, unaware that his wife could not see his movements. "No. I've never been mad at you for that, yeah."

His interlocutor simply fell silent, sighing in relief. "When do you go home, Mom?"

"Tomorrow to go home."

"Ooh. What time?"

"From here at half eleven. Maybe home a little late afternoon. What do you want to bring?"

"I don't want to be bought. I want to go home safe."

Hearing Zaya's voice sulking so, Afriz laughed. "Yes. Now you rest, yeah, honey."

"Yes. Take a break too, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Eh, Mas" call Zaya before Afriz completely disconnects.

"Why?"

"Hurry home, yeah. I ... a-I ...."

Afriz did not interrupt, still waiting for what Zaya would say next.

"I-I miss."

Tut .. tut ....

Not yet Afriz confirmed Zaya's words just now, the phone connection has been severed unilaterally. He was busy digesting the sentence he heard a few seconds ago.

As soon as he understood, Afriz immediately smiled. Now his fingers quickly typed in a message.

[Jd wants to rush home so he can hug]

Send.

One tick.

Two ticks.

Two blue ticks.

Then, there's no reply.

...***...