Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Displacements

The news of Zaya and Afriz's marriage has been widely circulated since ten days ago. No one expected that Zaya would get a bachelor man, well-established, beautiful, and of course into the category as a prospective husband and for mothers is a dream daughter-in-law.

Most people, especially mothers, are guessing at the various possibilities that can happen. Moreover, the wedding date is very close. Counting in a hurry and arousing suspicion, even though there is nothing strange.

"Most get pregnant first, ma'am, like the first child. Let's just see, in a few months Zaya must have given birth to a second child."

"It could be, mothers. But what I wonder is, how would the man want to yes, marry a woman who has been sutra? Though we all know for ourselves, his son is not clear who his father is."

"Or is that man Faiz's father? That's why he's now willing to take responsibility, and the marriage is hasty."

"Ih, that means the woman and the man are both true ndhak, yes, Mom?"

"Yes, all mothers. As I have often said. Nowadays, do not be too easy to believe in the appearance of people. We will know for ourselves, since still Junior High, Zaya was always covered clothes and had been wearing a tight veil. Departure school diligently, sorenya naji. But, see? It turns out it was like that, right?

"I don't want to disgrace, yes. But you know for yourself, right? Coming home from the boarding house to bring the baby home, ndhak is also clear who the father is. Then, what is the use of high school and smart salary, if his behavior is moral? If I had been mumbled with such a pretentious person, because the evidence was already in plain sight."

Such are the grapevines that have graced the news of their second marriage since ten days ago. The wider and the more complicated the situation.

There is nothing wrong with a person's past, including Zaya's past. No one wants a way of life like that. There's none. And Afriz had no right to judge the young woman who was now his wife.

Ten days to make wedding preparations, of course, counted so short, even in a hurry. This makes Afriz not want to waste time by accommodating Zaya's complaints about the mouths of the neighbors, which he said is not at all important to be too listened to let alone thought.

For him, as long as they live this marriage as it should, the nosy mouths will be silent by themselves.

"We're the ones who live, not them."

As Afriz said, ten days ago. Convince Zaya at once himself that the men have no business with their little family later.

Yes, there is no time for him and Zaya to cry, let alone be pretentious selling expensive. Better he prepare mentally to face the reality, learn more deeply about religion, and learn again to understand others.

Afriz closed his eyes. Various possibilities both alighted in the head, giving confidence to him, that his decision was very appropriate.

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Zaya checked what things she would bring to her husband's house. Some types of goods belonging to Faiz, it is confirmed complete. While the goods he will bring, certainly not need too much. Can be carried periodically. While the goods of her husband, the count is not much, only three pieces of clothes and jerseys, and two shorts.

The woman looked at her in the middle of her activities. Staring at the man who was busy obeying Faiz to walk, jump, and catch the laron who came out of hiding.

Afriz, a man who was very understanding to him, and loved Faiz very sincerely. It is evidenced by the events that occurred last night, when she thought that her husband would claim his right to be a husband after restraining Zaya's movement to meet Faiz.

"Let me bring Faiz here" said the man before leaving to search for Faiz's whereabouts. The words that inevitably made Zaya feel a little relieved.

Within ten minutes, the young man opened the room door, with Faiz already in a sling. His index finger was attached to the lips, with the intention of asking Zaya not to disturb Faiz's deep sleep in this late night. And tonight, Faiz slept well between his new mother and father.

"It doesn't have to be tonight, yeah. Not-time. Faiz is too small to have a sister."

Zaya smiled to herself remembering that. Until unknowingly, now his views follow Afriz and Faiz who are busy capturing laron.

Zaya also often made a cone from banana leaves as a funnel, then stuck it next to the hole where the laron came out to collect the flying animal. The banana cone served as a trap passage for laron.

Usually, the activity is assisted by a wheel made of laron pierced the stomach. Then let his wings flap to lure the other larons to come out of hiding and into a basin that has been filled with water.

Still about laron. From the rumors that circulated, when Zaya was a toddler and he did not understand anything, the woman who just yesterday held the kabul ijab often ate the brown animal alive, the brown animal, after pulling his wings.

Seeing Zaya doing this strange thing, the adults in his jail asked, "It feels like raw laron how, Yes?"

Then Zaya replied, "Sweet."

Now the woman will leave her childhood memories with laron-laron. He also had to leave the house whose yard was overgrown with December flowers that had bloomed since still in November, to go to his new residence.

Zaya is about to start a new life at the Afriz residence, the home she once went to about a month and a half ago, when her status was still that of a male subordinate.

And it will all feel strange.

Moreover, this is just the beginning. Zaya understands that. Afriz's sweet attitude to him and Faiz will certainly not always happen. He doesn't know if Afriz can keep acting like that or change over time?

Seeing Zaya thinking of something even though he was ready to leave, Afriz touched his wife's shoulder and reached out. "Come on."

Zaya did not immediately reply to a hand that was clearly intended to lead him. He just looked at the palm of the hand. There are doubts about accepting this offer.

Understanding the situation, Afriz now turned to reach out to Faiz who some time ago had he handed over to his wife. The toddler turned to Zaya for a moment, then accepted the invitation voluntarily.

After Faiz was in his arms, Afriz again extended his hand to Zaya. This time he didn't wait long. The man grabbed his wife's hand without waiting for approval.

It has to be like that. Zaya had to be a little 'forced' to accept this all. Because Afriz began to understand that Zaya's reaction to him will always be the same: very slow, and of course test his patience.

Contrasting with his extremely slow reaction, Zaya's eyes were now flashing rapidly. Never thought there was a hand that pulled him gently, making him powerless to wart.

He followed the steps of the man beside him, occasionally looking at the links of their hands. She hoped that her husband would not hear her heartbeat. He swallowed with difficulty.

It is undeniable, as a woman of responsibility like her, Zaya easily lost when getting little attention from her former boss.

Especially with an unsightly face, making the figure easily admired. There is no right reason for an Ihzaya Nurina to reject the charm of an Afrizal Cipta Prasaja.

If only ....

If only their hands did not link to each other ....

If only their hands were not interlocked, Zaya would have covered her face with both palms. Or ....

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