Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Go home

[Tante Ratna was ngabarin, he said Kak Nida at the hospital already wanted to be born. I'm going there papa all let papa check up. I will be home in the afternoon.]

[Yes. You guys are hati2 yeah. Say hello to those who are there too yes, who]

Zaya immediately typed in a reply. [Yes, I'll be there.]

He doesn't know what to type anymore.

"Have you asked Afriz for permission?" ask Mr. Life who is ready with cloth pants and checkered shirts.

Zaya nodded. "Already, Pa. Come on, go."

Mr. Life nodded with a smile. Then get out of the house, follow his daughter-in-law.

"Why is it all right, we're taking the angkot?" asked Zaya to make sure, after she locked the door of the house they wanted to stay. He was worried that his in-laws objected to being invited to take public transportation.

Hearing Zaya's question, Mr. Life was surprised to be offered so. "It's okay. Let alone ride the angkot. Just walk Papa want, kok," he chuckled back, accentuating his inattention to ride a public vehicle. "Papa was worried you wouldn't ride the angkot. But it turns out you took the initiative to invite, yes come on."

Zaya now breathed a sigh of relief. Then walk away from the yard of the house, then wait for transportation.

[How are you?]

[Snakes]

[Why not ask to pick up the driver?]

[Hmmm]

[Mas would not be jealous if the driver nida who picked up]

[Apaan the hell mas. It's not clear bgt]

Replies from Afriz contain only index finger emojis. On it was a message that Zaya ignored last night. [Jd wants to hunt2 go home so he can hug]

[Finish bag]

[Gapapa. My own wife's flirty]

Zaya's forehead wrinkled strangely, thinking that her husband's head was hit by something hard until his brain shifted slightly. If it was like that, he would not have bothered to retaliate.

Now his gaze shifted to outside the transport car. From his position he can now see the asphalt layer of the highway. He could find smoke billowing from the vehicle in front of the car he was riding in.

The horns and machine sounds of various passing iron objects also filled his sense of hearing. Everything was so shabby, even when the traffic red light up ahead was on.

Then Zaya's attention followed Faiz's line of sight. The toddler on his lap pointed at everything, including trees and buildings that seemed to run on the side of the road. The little man watched the frenetic downtown district, looking at the huge banyan that surrounded several sides of the square below, as well as the surrounding human activities.

After that Zaya looked at the screen of the smartphone she just touched. Then open and read the last reply sent by her husband.

[Ga dibales gapapa, it's just a message. The important thing is that my arms will be exchanged.]

After reading the writing, Zaya stepped out of the conversation. Then one of his fingers held his conversation with the man's number. Then touch the three dots in the upper right corner on the Whatsapp application that he is currently using.

Lastly, he touched on the inscription "Mark unread messages", so that he was free from the confusion of having to respond to how.

Because, she also really understands that her husband never messes around if he has said something. This made him constantly ask in his heart.

If the conversation in the messaging application has taken care, later if they meet, what will be discussed, huh?

If Afriz really hugs him later, he has to retaliate or not, huh?

After that he will say what? Or will anything happen next?

...***...

Zaya looked back and forth anxiously. After accompanying his father-in-law to check his health, he did not have activities. Faiz had been invited to the house of Nida's sister-in-law who had a small child as well. Practically, now he became awkward himself to be in this place.

Zaya looked at his watch, and found that the short needle of the object had not reached the number two. Gambang heart. She wanted to go home, but maybe half an hour later so she wouldn't wait too long for her husband to get home.

"Sana, prepare. Let the Aunt driver deliver," persuaded Bu Ratna, the mother-in-law of her sister-in-law. "Don't miss, more than three days of not seeing your husband?" he continued, teasing Zaya who was slow to respond.

"Well, that is," Mr. Life smiled awkwardly as he said that.

Either way, the middle-aged man seemed to know a lot about Afriz and Zaya's true relationship. So she felt the need to give the couple a chance to bring progress in their small family relationships.

"If you're concerned about Nida's condition, Nida and her newborn baby will be clearly healthy. So, you can report this to Afriz directly later."

Finally, with the enticements constantly being launched, Zaya was really ready to go home first.

Since leaving the hospital, the woman has been busy thinking about which clothes she should wear, and what things she should discuss to open talks with the man. His mind was boisterous on its own, plus his uncompromising heart to beat normally.

Even when he got home and thanked the family driver Bu Ratna, he was immediately busy thinking about her appearance.

Afriz could later comment on his slightly greasy face, his little pimpled chin, and his nose that could have blackheads.

Once aware of her worries that were starting to overdo it, the woman shook her head to rule out all those possibilities. He must be calm and confident. This is not the right time to worry about unimportant things like just now. Because it's not ABG anymore. She already has a husband.

After opening the door of the house that was originally locked, Zaya took the water and prayer zuhur. After that, she went to the kitchen to heat the dishes that she had deliberately prepared for her husband. Feeling sultry after struggling with the stove for more than a quarter of an hour, he took a shower.

...***...

While on the other hand, Afriz had told Zaya through the messaging application that she was almost on the home page. But there is no reply.

He thought, maybe Zaya hasn't come home yet. His steps are shaded by the shadow of the tree rambutan that draw, looks steady to arrive at the destination in order to rest.

"Is there anyone at home?" he murmured when he found the condition of the door that was not locked.

The man said hello, but there was no word. After getting the same response for a similar remark, he walked into his room and closed the door without locking it. Then the man put the bag on the bed, and lay down next to it.

For a moment there was only a lack of.

I don't know how long Afriz lay down until finally the door of this room creaked. He who was about to be thrown into the dreamland, was troubled. Eyes that were originally closed, now open, although still teriyip-iyip. He tried to see the figure that entered this room clearly.

Then, the young man's eyes were made unblinkable as his gaze caught the beautiful sight that was plastered. Until a strange swish arises that runs his body.

The man gulped with great difficulty. He knew and memorized if Zaya went to this room often to pick up clothes. But never in such a situation.

Afriz believes that Zaya is unaware that she is in the same room as a grown man.

The young woman casually stood her back to Afriz, facing the cupboard to pick up her inner and outer clothing, with a body wrapped only in a light blue towel.

Occasionally Zaya slightly lowered her head or fixed the towel in Afriz's eyes like it would sag. Movements that are essentially not intentional to tempt men whose existence is not yet realized.

It was Zaya's unconsciousness that caused impatience for Afriz who had just first discovered Zaya showing the beauty of the body that made him have to hold his breath.

With such a limited piece of cloth, the body parts from the back of the knee to Zaya's heel were exposed so clearly.

The fabric is quite thick but minimal in size was not able to cover the upper back of the woman perfectly, while leaving the wearer's shoulders unprotected.

The long black hair that was plastered upwards, caused the nape of the owner of the body to appear so obvious.

There was a strong urge for Afriz to get up and get closer.

There are claims against his hand to simply touch his right.

It was as if there was an invitation through his nose to inhale the scent of his wife's body that was giving off the scent of soap that only cost four thousand.

There is an order from his instincts as a man to complete his duties as a husband, which at this time it feels very difficult not to amini.

...***...