Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Memories

There has been no discussion of children between Zaya and Afriz since the two talked at the time. Afriz chose to keep himself busy more often in the photo studio, one of his own businesses in recent months.

Previously, this place was his first location when he met Zaya who was one of his new employees. In retrospect, his first encounter with Zaya was funny as well.

...*...

Afriz wore a black sock to his right, with a cell phone clipped between his shoulder and right ear. "You can print in the most detailed photo studio from there. Brother is really busy, and there is no schedule to visit employees," then wear his black pantofel shoes, and allow the position of the phone to be more comfortable.

"Ih, it's just a jerk. Just say the same who guards the studio, want to print how many, this size, want to be taken later in the afternoon or afternoon, continue to stay at work can also. Not for 10 minutes, that's."

"Say for free."

"Say I don't want to lose. I ask for help with my own brother – who happens to have a pretty big photo studio, has two branches, but incidentally the branch does not reach the residence of his sister who has married. Then, it happened that the white flash that contained three hundred and fifties wedding photos of the brother who had not been printed, was in the place of the brother. Yes, the fate of the brother, tuh. Let's not say, find things not right that have been spared from observation."

Before his only sister's lecture was increasingly bouncing everywhere, finally Afriz looking for a small object that had made him bother this morning, based on the instructions of the sister. After meeting, he glided to your Photo Studio Right.

Maybe because it was still early in the morning, it was still very quiet. However, after seeing the hand of the watch, this clock should have been heated photo printing machine, or at least the employees have been there all, as in every morning visit so far.

Is this the only one who has come?

"Excuse me," said Afriz kindly.

The woman put down the lap she had been holding since. "Yes. Can I help you?" tanyakanya.

Afriz took out a tiny object from his pants pocket, then handed it to the guard in front. "Print all the photos here, size 4R all."

Seeing a flash being extended, his interlocutor nodded in understanding. "I'll copy for a moment, yes, sir."

Sir?

Afriz almost laughed, although this was not the first time he had been called that. Only, for this time he felt amused.

"To my knowledge, usually at eight in the morning is open and has completed the person. How nearly nine and a half hours his new brother who has arrived? Where are the others going?"

"There may be some business, sir."

Sir again?

"Cock just maybe? Not been reported?"

Afriz's interlocutor seemed to be shaking his head, still focused on the computer screen.

"Is it usually like this?"

Only then did the woman look. "I know less. But since I've been working here for two weeks, it's been this way."

Afriz nodded slowly, as well as mafhum. It is appropriate that the branch here often changes employees, for various reasons. The number of employees in each branch is the same. With two women in front, a photo printer, a fixed photographer and a freelance photographer, he thought that was enough. But here someone complains that the job and salary are not worth it, while the pay has been adjusted to the task.

"Since the photo printer has not arrived, you want to wait, what results will be taken when?"

"I'll take it tonight or tomorrow, maybe."

"In the name of?"

"Afriz. Afrizal Cipta Prasaja." Although not very important, somehow Afriz was wanting to mention his full name.

"357 photo size 4R on behalf of Mr Afrizal Cipta Prasaja?"

Afriz smiled again, hearing the words of Mr. spoken from the mouth of the young woman around him. But he did not forget to say. "sorry. If I may know, whose name is Mama?"

"Zoe."

"Yes, who?"

"My name is Ihzaya Nurina, sir. You can call with Zaya."

Afriz laughed when he realized the name of the woman in front of him. "Oh, Zaya?"

The woman named Zaya nodded. "Will you pay now or later, sir?"

Afriz. If the old woman, probably would not dare to ask for money to pay for printing photos to him, considering he is the owner of this place. Although it is clear, what is done by one of his employees is already professional. "Now" he answered.

...*...

Afriz realized that such a foreign relationship between him and Zaya at that time. Even in retrospect, their relationship now still has many shortcomings that need to be patched. Communication and thought patterns that sometimes have not been aligned, are still often a significant stumbling block.

Zaya, who thinks that the words of her husband must always be true and must be obeyed, is a little different from Afriz who is full of compromise. He does not want their relationship only dominated by decisions and rules from him that are still a lot of wrong.

...***...

On the occasion of the employee visit this time, Afriz was made rather unexpected when he met with Vita. He realized that the woman was somewhat keeping a distance from him, when he found out who was the boss here. In the end, the atmosphere becomes more fluid.

"Listen, you're married, huh?"

Afriz raised his head, looking at the face of Vita, the woman who once filled his heart. "Yes." Yeah."

"Not news?"

There is no party. It's just a family event, really. Many friends and co-workers don't know" he said.

Afriz's interlocutor nodded in understanding. "Ooh. It was unpublished, yes. Or intentionally, let's not get caught having a wife?" Feeling there is no distance, he so had a chance to tease Afriz who actually laughed.

"Yes, there's no need for koar-koar, right? Most importantly, our marriage is legal. People know enough that I'm married."

"Yes, anyway. Bener too. Was it her old marriage?"

"Almost six months, I'm."

Vita looks to observe Afriz's appearance. "I'm happy, if you finally find the right partner. I looked around too, you seem to be very happy. Your body seems more contained, so it is more friendly too. I hope I keep going, yeah."

This time a smile rose on Afriz's lips. To him, Vita was still the same as before. Although her appearance is often considered not too polite by people, actually the woman was very nice. He should not hesitate to guarantee a saying that says that do not just look at a person based on his outward appearance alone. "Aamiyin. Thank you, Vit."

The 27-year-old was smiling, very sweet. "Together."

"Yourself, are you married?"

Again, Vita smiled. "Yes, I'm married. I have kids, in fact. But yes it is."

"That's what?"

For the umpteenth time, Vita smiled before telling her what was going on in her household, which was essentially going through a jolt.

"Sori, instead of trying to make you remember that let alone intend to interfere. I really don't know if your relationship anymore .." said Afriz so hanging, when Vita denied the story.

"Not to think about it, is. It's not your fault at all, though. I was spontaneous. Lagian ...." Vita's view looked bright, "emang my husband is the one who is less responsible. He doesn't want to know that his wife and children need more." This time the look and the curvature on his lips he pointed back to Afriz. "Eachly, as a person who knows you well, I can only ask that you always try to make your family happy, no matter how."

Afriz. And then a little admiration in my heart. This woman in front of him was not much different from the Vita he used to know. Stay strong in the face of reality, even though bitter.

And inevitably, there is a sense of pride in Afriz, having courted women as beautiful and attractive as that for almost four years. Moreover, Vita treated him well so that he still felt comfortable to be on the woman's side. The relationship ended well, not much drama, although Vita disappeared suddenly, three years ago.

Being in the same place as one of the most beautiful parts of the past, makes Afriz dreamy.

If his wedding plan with Vita was approved by his parents, of course now Afriz has realized the dreams of his youth. If only a few years ago his father did not refuse to wave Vita for him, maybe every morning he could hear the babbling of their son, he said, then at night he will kiss the forehead of his baby who has been thrown into the dream realm.

...***...