Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Farmers Group

Afriz was still lying there breathing heavily this morning. His eyes closed, while his lips smiled. The sun had not even shone a light let alone the slightest heat energy. But his body was already sweating as his activities with Zaya had just finished.

"Racid?" ask Afriz to Zaya.

"Rubber."

"Seek a massage?" afriz Goda.

But Zaya just shook her head, ignoring the temptation just now.

"Is there a problem?"

Zaya's gaze, which had originally been directed towards the blanket, now turned to her husband's face. He bit his lower lip, trying to weigh whether he was going to tell a story or not.

In a sense, the words of one of their neighbors made Zaya uncomfortable. Although indeed, the questions of a woman named Bu Lively were normal and normal to be asked to new people like her.

About his age.

About his last education.

About the job and its source of income.

Also about his family background.

Of all the things discussed, there was not a single thing Zaya could be proud of.

He's 20 years old. Last Education High School. For now he is unemployed, after no longer being a worker at Afriz's business, so he has no income of his own. He also did not come from a family, although he grew up and grew up in the midst of the siege of citizens who deify money and modernity.

Not getting any answers, Afriz stroked Zaya's cheek. Then he saw a very sweet smile from his wife, signifying that everything was fine.

Shortly after, Afriz found his wife sitting down and about to rise from her position. "Where are you going?"

"Mandy."

"Well, why, anyway? It's still gini morning, huh."

Zaya turned her head, her gaze clearly disagreeing with her husband's words. "In this house, it's not just me. There's Papa, there's Faiz. They also need me, make breakfast, for example. Faiz needs to be bathed too. So, I gotta get ready."

"In this house it is not only Faiz who needs to be bathed. And also."

Zaya looked at her husband's horror. "Mas is not a baby. Take a shower yourself!" Then he ran, quickly away from Afriz so that the conversation would not go anywhere.

But it turns out that the decision was not very right. Afriz followed her to the bathroom, wearing only bokser pants.

"Why, anyway!?" zaya shouted unexpectedly, when the bathroom door he was about to close was actually detained from the outside.

"You take a shower, you."

"Yes. You can use the bathroom next door. Or later, wait for me to finish."

"No want. Just yummy. Masa, Faiz was bathed, I didn't?"

Zaya looked at her husband in disbelief. His mouth opened, so surprised. "No need to be weird, huh!"

"Why, anyway? Bathing with the husband was the sunah of the Apostle, you know."

Despite pushing the door as hard as he could, Zaya could not beat the strength of Afriz's muscles which now managed to get into his place. He could see, the man locked the bathroom door while grinning triumphantly.

He can be sure, this morning, he and the old baby took a bath together. First time in five months of marriage. Of course, he would not let the man do anything until their shower session was over.

...***...

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam. Already home, sir?" Despite stuttering for a while, Bu Darmi approached her husband who had just returned home to attend a regular meeting of the hamlet farmer group.

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Kuswin handed the bag of white crackle to his interlocutor.

"What's this?"

"Says pacitan for the group today the rest of the lot, so the Father was told to bring some. Instead of redundancy, yes you take it."

"Ooh." Miss Darmi nodded in understanding. "Indeed who came to the group was not much?" tanyanya.

Mr. Kuswin nodded. "Because of the rain, it will be a little. There were not ten people who came. After all, now it is indeed a member of our hamlet farmer group is getting less and less. Not until there are twenty."

"E, he's. There used to be forties, huh? Why is it like that, sir?"

In response to his wife, Mr. Kuswin chuckled. Then the middle-aged man sat on the bench. "Yes that's what the group's called, Jo. One container but filled with many interests, which of course varies between one person and another."

Although Bu Darmi can see the smile of his interlocutor, the woman can still catch the sadness of the man in front of her. She understood that there was a heavy burden on her husband's shoulder.

"Did you just get out of the group, huh?"

"Hus, what is this father talking about? Don't be so reckless." Ms. Darmi who just put a bag of crackles on the table, just glared when she heard the words of her husband who she thought was not the solution at all.

"Yes, I think, if you come out, the farmer group will be like before, compact and have the spirit of building a farm and a hamlet farm, Mom."

"This father is ignorant," responded Bu Darmi.

"How's Ngawur? What you said is true. I'm tired of it, Mom. Since the beginning of this group formed, many do not like, and often talk about this group, which whenever the group is said to be useless, not producing anything, just a waste of time. At first you do not pay attention to the talk, because you think, there are still many citizens who believe in this group, even benefit. But now, you don't know what to do."

"Sir." Ms. Darmi patted her husband's shoulder gently, transmitting the sense of calm he could give. "Mother also does not know what the best solution you can take. But I think there's no reason for you to back off. Now try to remember again when the first time Mr. Riyanto came to our hamlet, shared a lot of his knowledge for the people here, then formed a group of farmers who until now Mr. Tekuni. You remember again your struggle to bring the name of hamlet, village, and sub-district several years ago, so that Pak Budiyono won second place at the provincial level, because of the use of his unique cage."

The man in the plaid yellow shirt massaged his temple. "But the situation is different now, ma'am. People's trust in you seems to have been lost since what happened to our family."

Trying to understand her husband's emotions, Ms. Darmi now sighed. "Mother also does not know what kind of test is being passed on to our family. The trust of the citizens to Zaya has been reduced a lot, and now to the Father as well. But what I believe, God always knows where our limits are, sir. He'll definitely show you what you should know."

"Mr please do, Jo."

Miss Darmi smiled with relief. If her husband had called her beloved "Jo", of course the man's mood had improved. At the very least, Zaya's father didn't add to the row of people he had to think about.

"What's up, Jo?" asked Mr. Kuswin, shortly after observing his wife who, although smiling, was thinking about something.

"There's nothing, sir. It's just ...."

"Just, what?"

"According to you, are we not too rash to marry Zaya at her age?"

"Why ask that now?"

"Either, Sir. Mom just thinking now. Maybe at that time we did need to immediately marry Zaya without asking her if she was really willing or not. Because we've really lost hope, and that's the only shortcut. But this time Mom's feelings suddenly ndhak good. Suddenly Zaya's mind."

Now it was Mr. Kuswin's turn to try to calm his wife. "Maybe you're just missing, because Zaya hasn't been visiting for a long time."

Ms. Darmi confirmed the possibility. He could be missing himself. They rarely communicate. Because lately the telephone network is difficult to compromise, given the weather that often changes suddenly, extreme, and often extinguish the flow of electricity that enters the hamlet.

But, I don't know. Because the tormenting of his feelings right now is more than just longing. But also something big is going to happen, which he hopes won't happen.

...***...