Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Not Ready yet

"The cry of the end, dong, dear," Afriz persuaded for the umpteenth time to Zaya who never stopped crying on the way home. Now his left hand was patting his wife's trembling shoulder, dividing his concentration into the street. "Again, it's okay. You've also treated it." He scanned around, about to stop the speed of the car that was carrying them.

"What's wrong? Hixes. This is battered!" sangkal Zaya as she sobbed slowly. "Some of that can be discussed well. Why fight everything, anyway?"

"If that can not be discussed properly," Afriz explained, too relaxed. "It's up to you to cry or something. Obviously, my actions were not wrong." He just looked at his wife.

He was not wrong, even though his actions could not be said to be right. It's just that, as a boy and a husband, he felt he really needed to defend his father and wife who did not know anything about something alleged. Afriz's jaw hardened, so remember the incident.

"So, so?"

"That's what?" ask Afriz did not immediately understand. He kept moving forward, towards the vehicle that would take him and the wife home. But the figure behind him continued to babble, even though he no longer wanted to listen.

"Papa lo used to often comment about my adek who said so this way, but it turns out the daughter-in-law you choose is just like that? Lugu, anyway. But your marriage is new, I've brought children. She's either a widow or out of wedlock, anyway? Curious," said his interlocutor, looking at Zaya's recent departure asking for permission to urinate. "Or is your wife really what was simple papa lo, continue when she was pregnant or papa lo start bosen, he told you who should marry? Ntar if you start kangen, can be used again, times, yes?"

Buk up!

Without saying a word, Afriz turned around and responded with a fist. Then followed by blows that are no less powerful. His eyes reddened, describing the magnitude of this anger towards the man in front of him. "So that's talk!" he shouted, while giving the last raw bogem before he was subjected to a backlash.

"Keep if the man who was calling the police, how?"

Zaya's voice just now brought Afriz back to his senses from his memory earlier. "No, not."

"If yes?"

"It's okay, Mas is in prison too" said Afriz lightly, who immediately made Zaya's eyes glare.

"Not funny."

"Mas is no longer joking." Afriz held his wife's body in his arms. "He's not gonna call the cops, Yang."

Zaya looked up, confirming the statement just now through the eyes of this man who was hugging her. Then she drowned her head again in her husband's chest. For a moment, there was only silence. Then Zaya fell asleep in her husband's arms in a state of careless eyes.

...***...

"My name is Ihzaya Nurina, commonly called Zaya. Two weeks ago, I was 21." Zaya's brief introduction was only responded to with a flat expression by her classmates, even more who did not listen to her talk. "I'm married now."

Well, the look on their flat faces instantly turned to be unexpected.

"What!?" ask them, almost simultaneously. "Will you be someone's wife?"

Zaya nodded in confirming. "Yes, seven months ago" he smiled.

Despite feeling not too trusting, his new friends seem to be just welcome. For there is nothing else they can do except to receive evidence they do not yet fully believe in.

"Zaya, please return to your seat. We continue the lecture," said the glasses lecturer who filled the course hours on this occasion.

Then Zaya nodded and immediately carried out the orders of one of his sources.

Within five minutes, someone appeared from the outside. The figure makes a little gap so that it can enter, until the movement becomes the center of attention of the entire room. "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm late" he said.

"Yes, I know you're late. Then?"

Zaya could see that the young man who had just arrived grimaced and said, "I want to attend the lecture of Ms. Lecturer," then stepped towards her seat.

Everything went well and felt so fast. Zaya tidied up the books along with the stationery that was not much, after the lecturer who taught had gone outside the room. After that rise from his current position, quickly go home.

Almost half an hour had Zaya stood up, waiting for the transport car. Time feels so long. He even glanced at the watch on his left arm a dozen times and checked the clock on the phone screen, making sure the two objects showed the same time. Also waiting for a reply to a message from her husband, which she unfortunately has not received.

"Wait for an invitation?"

He hears someone ask. Making his head reflex look up and find a helmeted figure who turned out to be a young man who had been late to class. "Wait angkot, but it has not come half an hour," he replied slowly.

"This hour of angkot rarely passes. It was late afternoon, right?"

Zaya assented through a nod. Now his hands touch the screen of his phone, checking messages from Afriz for the umpteenth time. But again, she never got a response from her husband.

"Where to go, huh?"

"To the Way of the Pigeon."

"We're unidirectional. Together, yuk."

Hearing the invitation just now, Zaya just bit her lower lip and twitched uneasily. Anxious to choose an answer between accepting the offer or not. If he comes along, it's impossible. In addition to seem less worthy because he was married, they also did not know. While on the other hand, his reply to Afriz also has not been received. Even since then, only tick one.

After weighing many things, the woman finally agreed. Together with the man he now knows named Ridho, he penetrated the crowded downtown district to his residence.

"Thank you, brother, for delivering. So ngerepotin, nih," he said after handing over the helmet.

"Yes, equally. Just nyantai."

Mr. Life who had just arrived on the terrace, now smilingly offered the face of a father. "Thank you, I'm going to deliver my daughter-in-law" he said, intentionally strengthening Zaya's position in this house.

The new Ridho would turn around and step up, naturally stunned to hear the words of the middle-aged man in front of him. "Me-my-law?"

"Oh." Whether it was just Zaya's feelings or how, the words were like an expression of disappointment. "Go home, yes," she said. Then the man nodded at a glance, saluting Mr. Life. "Come, sir."

"Yes, be careful on the road" said Mr. Life, kindly.

Along with the disappearance of Ridho's shadow, Zaya suddenly felt nauseous as when she was still on campus and on the road earlier.

"Why are you, huh?" ask Mr. Life to his daughter-in-law.

Zaya shook her head, an ignorant sign. "No idea, here. Suddenly nauseous. Not feeling well, maybe."

After her in-laws cleared up the business, Zaya rushed to the bathroom, which somehow felt many times further than usual. It was like forgetting directions. While the nausea is becoming. His head was also cackling. Until he finally stumbled on something.

"Aw!" before yelling, "Toloooong!"

Afriz, who was just about to wake up Zaya who had been asleep in the car for half an hour, was astonished. His forehead creased, questioning what kind of help his wife asked for. He touched Zaya's cheek to wake the woman. "Wake up, honey."

He could see Zaya's eyes opening. "Nightmare?" tanyanya, when Zaya was completely awake.

Zaya, who was being looked at by her husband, blinked her eyes. After looking at the man's face, he became irritated himself. "Why don't you pick me up? My messages are not being exchanged, either, anymore" he said.

Afriz, who was still confused to digest his wife's intentions, was now more dazed. "What the hell do you mean, Yang? I don't understand. It's just that we just got back from Bu Devi's house. Even just to the front of the house," he said later.

Hearing her husband's words, Zaya's eyes blinked again. His gaze circulated, ascertaining where he was now. It turns out he wasn't in his last place. His feet also left no trace of pain from stumbling on his way to the bathroom.

"That's why I just had a dream?" tanyanya, still in the effort to collect lives after sleep. His voice sounded hoarse.

Afriz chuckles. "What dream, really?"

"I dreamt of meeting a guy on the street, being driven home with him."

"So, the guy turned out to be a criminal. That's why you're screaming for help?"

"No, dong." Zaya tried to remember the scenes in her dream. "I was asking for help because of the humming when I wanted to go to the bathroom, even though I was dizzy and nauseous."

From the moment Zaya spoke her last words, Afriz looked at the woman's face. After that, he smiled, accompanied by his palm that touched the abdominal area of his wife. "Come in, yeah, kid."

While Zaya herself, now stunned. Then follow the direction of the man around him - still in his stomach area.

"Get in, yuk, Yang," Afriz asked later.

Zaya could only nod. She did not immediately follow her husband's steps. Still busy digesting the meaning of the sentence that actually makes it a dilemma between wanting to say yes or not.

Moments later, Zaya's eyes closed. I heard a breath from him. After that he followed Afriz who had first climbed the yard of the house, with half-running steps so that he could hold the man's hand.

Feeling the touch on his palm, Afriz tightened the grip of the woman who was already next to him.

"Mas" called Zaya in a very slow voice.

"Hm?"

 Zaya exhaled a heavy breath. Worried about Afriz's reaction if he heard his words later. "If I .. ka-if I-I .. not ready to have children .. gi-gimana, Mas?" he said while looking down.

Afriz's steps stopped instantly, accompanied by a perfectly stiffened body. He looked towards Zaya. His eyes are illegible.

...***...

"I'm sorry, Mom, if I can't be a good wife to you yet. But I'm really not ready to have kids." With his head lowered deeply, Zaya revealed a confession that she needed, before their steps got further and further away.

Afriz sat down, facing his wife. "Why, Yeah? What makes you hesitate to have children from our marriage?" tanyanya asked for an explanation. His expression was offended. "Mas married you not out of sheer lust, although that is one of the important points in a household. But besides that, I really want to live a better life with our family."

Zaya just shook her head. Confused to respond how.

"If you're worried that you can't finance your life, you're wrong. He is ready, and God willing. If you are afraid that you will bother to take care of Faiz and our children later, Mas do not mind if we pay people to help you take care of the house. I thought about all this carefully. So, I don't think there's any reason for us to delay the baby."

Zaya bit her lower lip, venting the uneasiness within as her husband's offended expression became more visible.

She admitted that what her husband said was true. There was no reason for the two to delay the arrival of a child between them. Given Afriz's current finances can not be said to be lacking, it is quite reasonable. The needs of their children will certainly be met easily, because he believes, each individual brings their own provisions. It's just, that's not what he's worried about.

It's certainly not about his age. Zaya understands that. If only he had the desire to get married, whatever age he would have been prepared with the consequences he had to face. Even if he can not bear the responsibility charged, he only has to blame his haste to decide to marry young.

But from the beginning his mind had not gone there. It all just happened. Planless. Without cue. Without orientation. In fact, to become a mother completely and can be imitated by her children later, Zaya needs a lot of adequate supplies.

Again, Zaya just shook her head. Really don't understand how to respond to her husband. "I'm resigned, Mas. If Mas had a child with me, I would not have refused. It's my duty to obey what my husband commands, right?"

Afriz's body stiffened. Jaw hardens. That's not the response his wife wants to hear. He wants, Zaya also both want the presence of their children, not because of mere demands.

Either he who does not know how to explain or how, so that there is a misunderstanding of this kind. Because he believes that this difference of opinion is only a matter of time. But if it was time, he was ready. Both mentally and financially.

...***...