Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Never in the slightest imagined in Zaya's mind that the path of his life would be like this. Having affection without the blessing of her parents, becoming a caregiver for Faiz, being months in her birthplace, and being forced to work to give Faiz a decent life. Then, now she became the legal wife of an Afrizal Cipta Prasaja as well as the daughter-in-law of Pak Hidup.

Right now, he is planning for the future. Gathering supplies and experience to help build his village later, regardless of the time. As well as realizing one of his great ideals to see the next generation into a golden period that prints people important for the progress of the nation, or at least, progress for their hamlets.

Really, actually he still wants to give pride to his father and mother in the village there, somehow shape.

He also wants to feel for himself how to be a woman his age who is still studying out there. Feeling overwhelmed carrying a book, curating the lecturer who gave him many tasks in the middle of at least time, also discuss the thesis progress with other students when taking the final semester. He really wants to be a part of all these activities, not just be able to watch them.

Zaya immediately wiped her tears when she realized there was a knock from the front door that was accompanied by a greeting. Then she rushed to welcome her husband home, still in a state of puffy eyes.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Did you go home?" ask her in a hoarse voice, before kissing the back of her husband's hand in a reverent manner.

Afriz responded with a smile. The palm of his free left hand, he lifted up to wipe the top of his wife's head.

Meanwhile, now Zaya did not dare to openly look at her husband. Honestly, he felt guilty because for the past few days he had not been grateful for the destiny line that had bound him with this man in front of him.

"Why you?" ask Afriz who has been aware of Zaya's changing attitude since these few days.

Zaya replied to the question through the rings and the smile she forced. "It's okay."

Both of Afriz's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Cock your voice as you cry out?"

At this moment Zaya bit her lower lip. "I ... a-I've been continuously flirting, so it's up to kayak gini" he lied.

Afriz smiled again. The top of Zaya's head was wiped out for the second time. "Other times, if you're sleepy, going to bed first is okay. Don't wait until you get home. Moreover, it's already too late."

Zaya just nodded.

"Yes, go to sleep first. I'm gonna wash my feet and face, just like I'm gonna see Faiz for a second."

Zaya nodded, then preceded Afriz to enter the room.

Afriz is not unaware of the cause of Zaya's recent change in attitude. He knows it. Because not once twice his wife is like this.

Some time ago, he had found Zaya staring at some of the students who left for campus through the road in front of their house with a spotlight to follow. Not infrequently he also caught the woman secretly reading her book and studying it at night when the woman thought that she was asleep, but actually not yet.

Now Afriz entered the room and locked the door, after he looked at Faiz who had fallen asleep.

Then he approached and climbed into the bed, then pulled out a blanket and was about to lie next to Zaya who seemed to have moved to dreamland. But he stayed in his position.

He looked at Zaya's back. Then stroked his wife's long black hair, smiling. "Mas wants to pay for your college so you can be like girls your age. But honestly, for now I have not been able to. I can't promise now. Patience, yes. Later, if Mas has more sustenance, God willing you can definitely go to college again."

In the silence of tonight, on her bed under the atmosphere of this dim room, Zaya's tears were dripping down. The guilt of her unbelief the past few days, as if getting her reward through a whisper from her husband just now.

Zaya reversed her position, as soon as the elusan on her head had already decomposed. He found Afriz about to sleep on his back. And before the man had time to lay down his body, he had already first risen to hug the figure from behind. "I'm sorry, Mas" he whispered, held back by a sob. His embrace tightened, while the body he now embraced stiffened.

Hearing the question from her husband, Zaya shook her head. To be honest, in the last two weeks he has had a hard time sleeping well. There were many things he thought about, and of course he should regret this moment. "Sorry" he whispered again.

There was no other speech he deserved to say to erase his kufr taste lately. He should understand his position now. Afriz already wanted to accommodate him with Faiz alone, he should have felt lucky.

There is no gift that he needs to deny. The man has given him a decent life, even more worthy than when he lived with his father and mother.

She should not expect much more, so that her husband must squeeze his brain and energy to fulfill all his wishes. In addition, the man who turned 29 in the middle of last month was so patient to face his attitude that sometimes still childish.

Afriz clasped Zaya's palm to decipher the hug she got. Then loosen the distance, so that he can rotate the position of the body to be able to deal with his wife.

As soon as she faced her husband, Zaya re-hugged the man. This time it's tighter than ever. "Sorry, Mas. I do not mean nudu Mas let nurutin all my wishes. I'm ...." His words were cut off by his increasingly becoming stuff.

Afriz did not immediately respond to Zaya's words. The man stroked the top of the woman's head, then kissed her at a glance.

Then he stroked his wife's back and shoulders, over and over. It gives him the calm he can give. Do not want to rush to give a statement that could even cause a fight.

Not hearing anything from her husband's mouth, Zaya looked up. This time, however, the stuffing has subsided. Breathing regular. Now he feels much calmer.

His eyes looked at Afriz closely, and found a smile from the man. "I'm sorry" he said, repeating the word for the umpteenth time tonight. "Sorry, Mas. I don't mean to nudet Mas Afriz let me fulfill all my wishes. I think I'm the only one who's never been grateful for what I've been getting" he continued.

"Hey." Afriz was still smiling, cupping Zaya's face using both palms. He looked at the woman. "Law, Honey. What you want is natural. After all, Mas does have the desire to finance your college. I don't know when it's time, obviously this is Mas again effort."

Zaya's head shook slowly, her tears still dripping. "But I shouldn't have been cuddled by Mas for days, even for almost a week. I shouldn't have been a child like this."

Afriz's face approached, making the woman in front of him have to hold his breath. He stuck his forehead with his wife's forehead. "Mas considers your silence not because you strike again, but again ask for an opportunity to miss the same Mas."

"Maas ...." Zaya gulped, looking at her interlocutor's eyes with teary eyes. Then ventured to tilt the head, after which a short peek at the right cheek of the man in front of him as a sign of gratitude.

Although only a glance, a kiss on his cheek managed to make Afriz's body stiffen. His eyes blinked quickly. Because, for five months of their marriage, this is the first time Zaya took the initiative to start their intimacy.

"Mas ... ma-mau 'that', isn't it?" zaya asked hesitantly, offering to be touched by her husband.

However, Afriz again just smiled. "Mas really does not want to refuse your offer. But I'm tired, honey. I'm sure you're tired too. So, it's just dawn tomorrow, yes," he said. He could see that this woman before him was nodding in understanding, also sighing in relief for some reason. "Today, we read a prayer before going to bed. His jima' prayer is kept for tomorrow morning" he continued, winking his left eye.

Although he felt angry due to the genitourinary of his interlocutors, Zaya did not refuse to follow when Afriz led a prayer before going to bed. "Good sleep, Mom" she said after she finished praying, with her body still facing her husband who was now under the same blanket.

"Good sleep too, Ihzaya Nurina," Afriz replied. "Prasaja," he added quickly, chuckling amusedly.

Embarrassed by hearing her last name arbitrarily added, Zaya immediately turned the position of the body to turn her back on her husband. However, the decision was interpreted differently by Afriz. The man docked, then hugged his wife from behind.

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