Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Baby Without a Name

As planned before the magrib, Afriz and Zaya are now heading to the house of Nida and her husband for face deposit. There was a laughable awkwardness as long as they were on the trip.

"If you may know, you've been wearing a veil since when?" afriz asked in silence, glancing at Zaya a glance before his attention returned to the wheel.

Zaya, who was just looking ahead, turned her head. Not understanding what to answer. Because, inevitably he had to remember when he got a little guidance to emigrate. "Since entering Junior High, but only use if the school is equally salaried. Hehe. At that time I only had two veils besides the one that made the school," she grinned, enduring the shame of remembering her teenage years.

"That means you have understood one of your obligations since your teenage years. So, it's been alim since Junior High, dong, huh?" kanda Afriz's.

"Not so, anyway. At first I didn't know it was an obligation. At that time my hair often wants to be asked to be the same with my girls, so I close this."

In his concentration on the road, Afriz smiled faintly. He did not dispute the fact that the hair of the woman next to him was black and beautiful without making up.

"Where again every time I walk, continue to pass in front of the guys who are hanging out, often whistled. I've been embarrassed for a long time too if I don't wear a veil out."

"Why should I be ashamed? Nice dong, seduced blokes. Guys also want to seduce a girl who is not attractive." After saying that, Afriz bit his lower lip, holding back a laugh that was somehow difficult to control. Especially when the glance found Zaya's face that seemed to think, whether in what order.

"Yes, but that makes it uncomfortable. I don't know, guys, if Godain likes it."

"That's how? Impressed insolent, is that it?"

"Yes, I know for myself."

"But guys are too, this. So ask from the perspective of the woman how. Because as far as I know, the minimum that used to be Mas Goda was even proud."

"Eh?" Zaya cleared her throat to neutralize the awkward effect that suddenly struck. "It's just that, flirtatious" he said, too honest. "Eh, no flirtatious ding .. emmmm, just anu ...."

"What, anu-anu?" asked Afriz, again holding a smile. "Ambiguously, Which. Remember that this afternoon," he continued.

Zaya turned her face to the window on her left side. "Not to talk about it, Mom."

"Why? Mending a hands-on practice, huh?"

"Maaaasshss!" shout Zaya.

His face was flushed, enduring embarrassment. Because to be honest, for him, the incident was that afternoon his sensation could not be reasoned. Makes it sick and awkward, but at the same time makes it curious to try and feel it again.

As soon as he realized the wrong thought, Zaya shook her head. "You are, you are screwed, you are" he said in his heart.

"Well, isn't it, Yang?"

"Huh?" Zaya turned, then found her husband focused on the steering wheel. So, he wasn't sure what he heard just now.

"Have you ever dated?" reset Afriz.

Zaya shook her head innocently. "Never."

Afriz's little laugh sounded too. "Payments."

Knowing this new fact, Afriz was not surprised when Zaya was so stiff, a little embarrassed, and often hid his face every time facing him, especially when their conversation began to lead. Because literally, he was his wife's first boyfriend. Although it was clear that the girl's first love, uh the woman beside her was not her.

"Why giggling?" ask Zaya suspiciously. "Why because until my 20s I had never been together?"

"Who is laughing? It's just a smile, but it has a voice."

Reflex, Zaya pinched her husband's arm.

"Duh," ringis Afriz, releases his arm from his wife's pinch attack. Then the laughter came up again. "Good part, dong, if you've never dated before. Mas right so no need to bother nanya you ever do anything during a courtship first, because Mas became the first person to say anything to you."

"Maaaassss!" zaya shouted as she pinched the man next to her, many times louder than before.

"Let's go, honey, after Nida's place we're going out. I'll wear it again this afternoon."

Zaya shouted again, to stop Afriz's temptations towards her. "Maaaasshss!"

Afriz just laughed. Zaya's heart was pounding for the umpteenth time today. Can't her husband let his heart beat normally?

The road was crowded but smooth, so Afriz could stabilize the speed of his car. They do not have to stop often on the road because of traffic jams.

...***...

Only then did Afriz and Zaya arrive at Nida's residence, the atmosphere of Afriz's sister's house was so crowded. Understandably, there has long been no birth of a baby in the large family of Nida's husband. So no wonder if the birth of the baby girl was greeted with a big shock.

Zaya and Afriz greet one by one family members who may be the first time Zaya met.

"Eh, what's the introduction, anyway? She's Nida's sister-in-law, but she calls Nida 'Sister'. How could that be?" ask one of Nida's relatives, astonished.

Mr. Life smiled calmly. "Indeed she married her sister Nida, but she was younger than Nida" she explained without reducing her smile.

"Oooh, pantesans. It's weird, huh? Married to her brother, but younger than her husband's sister. Haha."

Zaya just smiled in response to the sloppy just now. He's not too surprised. Because the situation that befell him is so ridiculous. "Hehehe," his response offset the joke. "Yes, I went there first." The woman's gaze was now on Afriz. "Come, Mas, look at the baby."

"You go first, wait a minute, Mas nyulai," Afriz replied with a smile.

Zaya nodded, then stepped over to where Nida and the baby were. The move was slow, because it had to withstand the pain of the rest of his activities with Afriz this afternoon. Luckily, so far no one has noticed any change to the way things are going.

His steps were getting closer to Nida's room, after getting information about the whereabouts of the person he was about to visit. Then he smiled when he saw his sister-in-law sitting while holding the baby. He could see the figure of a woman other than Nida who was now walking towards the door, seemed to have finished visiting Nida and the baby.

As soon as he passed the woman, Zaya smiled and was replied in a similar way by the figure. Then he resumed his steps to get closer to where Nida was now. Maybe he could get information about women just now.

"He's my brother-in-law, his wife Bang Dani, Bang Seno's brother." As if understanding the contents of Zaya's mind, Nida had already told her first, even before her sister-in-law had time to ask.

"What was that?" ask Zaya, make sure who Nida meant.

Nida nodded. "Yes. He was also Bang Afriz's ex in High School."

Chief Zaya nodded in understanding, then looked towards the door. He could still see the shadow of the woman Nida was referring to. Looking from the way she walked, the young lady was so graceful.

Now Zaya's steps are getting closer to Nida and the baby.

"I feel like I'm the new one. Why are you following a strange path, huh?" ledek Nida jail, when looking at the way Zaya road is not as usual.

Just now Zaya felt lucky because no one caught the way, it turns out there has been someone who discussed it. Right now he just smiled awkwardly. "The ways of Mas Afriz, nih," he lamented inwardly, not immediately responding to the temptation of his sister-in-law. He sat on a chair beside Nida's bed, facing her right in front of her.

"Indeed, Bang Afriz immediately asked for a rapelan, yes, just didn't meet for a few days?"

Zaya's face turned red. Can't understand why his first hot activity with Afriz this afternoon can be discussed here. "Okay never ngalamin anyhow, Sis," he said, holding back the clumsy feeling that suddenly struck. "Assalamu'alaikum, Dedek," he said to the tiny baby Nida, switching the conversation because he had heard the ticklish interlocutor who seemed not satisfied teasing him.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Nida, representing her son who of course could not speak.

Zaya's thumb touched the baby's cheek in front of her with a smile. "Whose name, brother?"

"Wait for the puputan first, then I can tell you," kekeh Nida, refused to tell the name of her son which is still kept secret from the public.

"Yes, yeah." Zaya laughed softly, unwilling to disturb the nameless baby's deep sleep. "Can I change the carrier?" tanyakanya.

"May," said Nida, who knows that her sister-in-law is more experienced with babies. "You're sitting here" he continued, asking Zaya to occupy one of the spaces in her bed.

Nida turned the position of her baby's body which was originally her head on the left hand, so that it is now in the right hand. Then handed over her baby with her husband to Zaya who was ready to carry her.

After adjusting the position that if comfortable between his arms and the body of the baby, Zaya stared at the tiny creature in her arms while saying tasbih in the heart.

The size of God's creation in front of him is so tiny, his lips occasionally twitch like eating something, and his eyes are slightly open even though clearly sleeping. To his amazement, this baby was not at all bothered by the crowded atmosphere outside the room.

"That's a big deal, yeah, Dek, carried by Auntie Zaya."

Nida's words just now finally managed to attract Zaya's attention, although her gaze was still fixed on the baby. "That's very important, Brother. Why call him 'Tante' so, try? The conotation is that I'm a aunt-like, "he's a bitch.

"Yes, said Zaya. So if Zaya is called 'Tante', Abang will also be called 'Om'. Brother is not an om-om," said Afriz who just arrived at the door. The young man now smiled broadly at the two women whose conversation had stopped because of it.

"No, yes, if you're already om-om," replied Nida, staring at her brother's faint smile.

Zaya only responded to Nida's grunts with a smile. Because his attention was still fixed on the object in his arm. He was not even aware when Afriz approached him and the baby, then sat down next to him.

Zaya only looked when a large thumb touched the baby's cheeks and forehead in the arms in quick succession. His head lifted, then found a smile from the figure next to him. The eyes of the young man beside him looked at him and this nameless baby alternately, still maintained a smile.

Then his feelings became uneasy as he watched Afriz bow and kiss their nephew. Everything was like a slowed scene.

And, that face seemed so peaceful when the events recorded in his brain were over. It creates a feeling that he cannot understand how it is defined.

"We'll be home soon, yeah. It's night, '" Afriz whispered right in Zaya's ear covered in a blue veil, as she still could not believe her actions just now. "Say we want to date," he continued with a wide grin, which was actually reciprocated by the plot.

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