Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
First Child

"May I ask you something, Yang?"

Afriz ventured. He must know all the truths he's been questioning. Which Zaya may never have hidden, but it's still surprising.

Moreover, he dared to be so because since the two of them finished performing the Asar prayer, Zaya had not been so stiff. Her heart was softer, though she seemed embarrassed to look at her own husband.

It'sit's okay. He didn't have to force Zaya to look at him. Given their considerable age difference, he must be aware that the woman he is dealing with is not too mature emotionally or mentally. Especially after what happened between the two not too long ago.

Zaya, who was enjoying a cup of warm tea, now ventured to look over. He then placed his cup on the table, normalizing his countless heartbeats. "Ask what, Mom?"

"If Faiz had never been born from your womb, who was her birth mother?"

Without answering her husband's questions, Zaya headed to the drawer where she kept important documents she had taken nearly a week ago. Then back to the front of Afriz by carrying a sheet of paper that has been laminated. "Mas can search here, let everything be clear."

Afriz received the thing that was proffered to him. Faiz's birth certificate he read carefully.

"Faiz Harfian was born, the first son of a mother named ... Una Deswita?"

Una Deswita is not Zaya's full name. Afriz knows that. Then, if Faiz is not Zaya's biological child, why would the woman take care of the toddler?

"The story is long, Mas" Zaya explained without explaining anything. Even so, he let his mouth bear witness to all the events he knew.

In the beginning was two years ago. He studied and lectured in the same place as one of his friends named Una.

Actually, Bu Darmi, Zaya's biological mother, has been banned for fear that her daughter's association will be like the famous Una who likes to change girlfriends and often go without going home.

But Zaya was reckless. He was principled that as long as he could take care of himself, what his mother feared would never happen.

Until one night, his friend had not returned to their residence so far. Although this is not the first time Una left until late at night, but until the morning his best friend never returned.

There was no strangeness that Zaya caught, as Una raised her call. It all feels so normal.

Until finally a shocking news Zaya a few weeks later. That the middle Una is two-bodied. Even more surprising is the name of the male figure held accountable: Anggada Pambuko.

"Where is Faiz's mother now?" ask Afriz, who initially did not want to interrupt the conversation. The question that brought Zaya back to the present.

"I don't know. After Faiz was six months old, he left and only left a letter asking me to make Faiz's nitipine to his grandparents."

Afriz's forehead is wrinkled. He felt strange about the story he heard. "Why did Faiz take care of himself, and not follow his grandmothers?"

"Well," Zaya sighed. "As with other parents, no one believes their child is like that. Including my parents. Moreover, they have never seen their child pregnant, because last Kak Una came home his stomach was still small. So, it was impossible that they suddenly had grandchildren. Therefore, as soon as I speak the truth, even I am accused of not being responsible for not taking care of my own child. Plus I'm still slandering their son. That, he said."

I don't know which part is funny, but Afriz laughed softly. "Birth does exist, Yang. Why not show it?"

"I didn't think until there, Mom. After being told that I am not the same as Kak Una's parents, I do not understand what to do. Where else when I came home, Mom fainted immediately see I brought a baby. Because my mother taught me. So every time I remember Mom, I feel guilty constantly because I never heard what Mom said before. I used to like that to Mom. Because our neighbors do not like us, now we have material for our family who really do not know anything. I should have heard what Mom said. Should ...."

Afriz's hand was moved to raise his wife's chin. "May Maa say?" he asked, looking right at the two eyes of Zaya who had not wanted to openly look into his eyes.

Zaya nodded. His gaze locked onto the shady gaze of the man before him.

"You know, what makes the principle of your life not to hear the words of others and your regrets can rub against you, so you always feel guilty?"

For a moment Zaya digested her husband's intentions. Then shake. He doesn't understand.

Instead of immediately answering, Afriz actually kissed the right and left cheeks of the woman in front of him alternately. Then it says, "According to your life principles, you don't need to hear what others are saying about you and your life. And you said it yourself, that you didn't hear what Mom said. Because you feel that this is your life, and only you have the right to manage your own life, not others, including your mother. Huh yeah?"

Zaya who was still shocked by what the figure before her was doing, was only able to nod weakly. He was about to bow, if Afriz's hand did not immediately hold his chin and forced him to swallow his embarrassment whole.

"According to what I caught from your words, indirectly, at that time you assumed that your mother was someone else, not a part of you."

Hearing that one long sentence, Zaya gasped. Her husband is like a psychic. Just know what he feels and thinks.

"Now, you just realize that your mother is a part of you, after you get all the consequences. You feel guilty."

"I'm late to my senses, Mom."

This time Zaya is. "It's easy, by the way, Mas. The proof, now many are back and forth. I'm alone, for example."

"Eh?" I don't know what else is funny about Zaya, but enough for Afriz to laugh at his wife. Shortly after that his expression became serious. "Just ask me one more thing, okay?"

"What?"

"Thank you Pambuko ... who are you?"

The question from her husband made Zaya stutter on her own. "But if I tell you, Mas don't get mad, yeah."

Once he found the nod of his interlocutor, Zaya ventured to tell.

"He ... he is the son of the former Karang Kidul. Long ago .. du-then I used to like him." Then when he saw the look on Afriz's face that suddenly turned strange, he quickly continued, "But that was a long time ago, when I was still in school until the beginning I went to college really, Mas."

Zaya was honest, really. Although Pam is his first love, Zaya feels, the affection that was once reserved for the young man has reduced a lot since he learned of the man's relationship with Una. Especially when he understood that the two were indeed betrothed. He chose to retreat regularly rather than break his heart by himself.

Now his feelings are unfortunately being arranged to be given completely to the man in front of him. The man he was looking at secretly. The thin mustachioed man who is lucky he has today. The man who has found himself whole. The man has a sweet smile that makes him melt. Faithful men listen to their stories without judgment.

"Oh, so now everything is clear. You love her just the same now, right?" afriz's verdict was thoughtless.

"Deeked. Bummer bum!" Zaya reflexively throws the pillow that was on her lap.

"Nyebelin from the mana side?" Afriz laughs. "Eh, Yang, Mas has a story, nih," he continued.

Zaya's attention was instantly switched. "What story?"

"So, gini. The story, last night there was a woman who called Mas, crying on the phone, and finally said that she missed her husband. Who said it?"

Zaya looked away, hiding her red face from the eyes of her interlocutor. Because he felt that the woman referred to by Afriz was himself. "Feelings of Mas doang, kali. I never said that. I don't miss anybody."

Afriz held back his laughter hearing Zaya's useless elation. "It doesn't accuse you" he said. He waited for signs Zaya would respond, but nothing. "So, aren't you kangen, are you?"

Instead of answering, Zaya instead hit the arms of her nosy interlocutor teasing and toying with her longing.

Afriz laughed. "Why even mukul? I can say, 'Yes, I'm a kangen, ' that's it. Anyway, your handsome husband is also very kangen, really."

One tabokan Zaya slid into Afriz's arm again. "Sugly Afriz's mom!"

Then the two fell silent, like they were running out of topics that were good to discuss. Afriz did not respond to Zaya's taunts who said it was ugly.

There was no chat material, Zaya finally took her cellphone which had been placed on the nightstand. Then she found something important to report to her husband.

Ignoring her awkwardness, Zaya approached her husband, who was now sitting on the porch of their home. He sat down, narrowing the distance between the two.

"Euuum, Sister Nida is born, Mas. Thankfully, my mother and son are healthy too. Try, Mas see," she said, while staring at the screen of the phone with her husband.

"Cowok what chick?"

"girls. Funny and beautiful, my friend. Gemsin, yes." The young woman still sees her smartphone screen filled with several photos of her first niece.

Afriz stared intensely at his wife after seeing a glimpse of her nephew. The man simply said Zaya's words while holding a smile. "If you want our first boy what girl?"

Zaya immediately looked over. "Eh?" He did not expect that the topic of conversation he had chosen was going to be as sensitive as this.

"Ihzaya Nurina," call Afriz complete and sweet. "No answer? Do you want a boy or girl?"

Zaya just bit her lower lip, agitatedly looking for answers that would have been a relief. Then the grimace was unclear. "His dedication, deh."

Hearing the answer just now, Afriz could no longer hold back his smile. Reflexes, he stroked Zaya's head, then embraced the woman.

The feeling they could not explain was accompanied by the sound of uir-uir in the trees there, which became the background music for the twilight atmosphere this time.

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