Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Pam's Visit

"Well." Yeah."

Zaya, who was about to fold her clothes, glanced at Faiz's two hands, who held out something to her. "Put it here first, Iz," he said, patting the surface of the floor mattress on which he sat.

As if understanding his mother's words, Faiz also put the object he held into the area intended by his interlocutor just now. Then walked half a run again, after which back to his mother's presence. "Well" he said, handing over something similar to the first.

"Do you really want to take a photo album?"

Whether he understood Zaya's question or not, but Faiz laughed. The toddler in a yellow-white suit walked over again, taking a photo album for the third time in the same place as before.

On his return, Faiz several times dropped a photo album that had a width exceeding his own body size. Then rise again, despite objections when lifting the photo album.

Then he handed it to his mother. "Well." Yeah."

This time, the toddler did not walk again. Now he sat down, facing his mother who was folding the last piece of his shirt. Then she swiped through the basic black photo album and it read "The Wedding" which she had just deposited with Zaya.

After that he pushed towards his mother, then sat on Zaya's lap who fortunately had finished folding clothes.

Zaya finally stared at the object that had stolen Faiz's attention. Three photo albums of different sizes were waiting for her to open. He also obeyed a gesture from Faiz who seemed to be impatient to see the contents. Although he himself knew from the writing on the outside of the album already explained that it was a collection of photos of his wedding with Afriz six months ago.

"It's Faiz" said Zaya.

Faiz parroted, "Aiz."

"It's Papa."

"Papa."

"Grandfather Kuswin."

"Win."

"Darmi's grandmother."

"Mi."

"Grandfather's Alive."

"Dup."

"Tante Nida."

"Da."

"Bude Ifa." To this name, Faiz seemed somewhat troubled. Requires Zaya to repeat her words. "Bude Ifa."

"Get."

"Yeee, Faiz pinteeer!" concluded Zaya while helping Faiz applaud.

Then he kissed the top of the toddler's head that grows bigger and hopefully always healthy it. "Faiz doesn't want to bust?" tanyanya, which is immediately embraced.

Faiz patted the photo album in front. He gestured for his mother to open again.

"We open another one." Zaya also took a photo album from the cover alone looks once if it is old. "Who are these photos, huh?" he said he was curious, as Faiz's gaze was also impatient to know. Then he opened the sheet by sheet.

Zaya's eyes were fixed on the little Afriz figure in a photo. The man appeared to pose like a hero, complete with a Spiderman costume, but without a head covering. "It's like Papa as a kid, Iz. Funny, huh?" he said, before a laugh that just greeted Faiz's laughter that was no less frenetic.

Even the toddler on Zaya's lap clapped and soared with excitement.

Now Faiz opened his own sheet that he wanted to see. Although sometimes he becomes anxious and*************** what touched his own hand.

"Eh, this is ...?" Zaya's eyes caught a familiar sight to him. The same picture as one of the photos in his house. Portrait of him playing with a girl who was bigger than him, and a boy standing next to them.

Inevitably, his mind was second-guessing.

The little girl with short hair was herself, and the girl with long hair was Annida. Meaning, a larger man who was wearing an expression that was Afriz. So, they had already met before?

But he doesn't remember at all. From the date it was written, it was a long time ago. Almost eighteen years ago. That means he was only 3 years old. It is only fitting that neither he, Nida, nor Afriz remember that the three had met in the past.

Geck, tok, tok.

The knock on the door made Zaya wake up from the daydream. "It looks like there are people, Iz," he said.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Yeah, a minute."

As if he understood something was coming, Faiz, who was sitting, stood up. Then a small run towards the front door, ahead of Zaya's step that followed her. "Father. Papapa," he said as he continued walking.

The 16-month-old toddler stopped when he was at the door. His hands were waving, as if signaling for his mother to open the thing in front of him. "Papa, papa," he said again, who seemed to have missed Afriz.

Instinctively, Faiz stepped aside as Zaya opened the door. Then once the gap was enough to infiltrate, he ran out without cue, then hugged the leg of someone who had knocked on the door.

"Papapa" he said for the umpteenth time today.

"Finally Papa pu ...." Zaya's words immediately stopped when she found out who was visiting. "Sir .. uh, Mas ... Pam?" His gaze turned to Faiz who was twitching cutely in front of their guests. "Faiz, here."

The toddler shook his head for a moment. Then he retreated towards Zaya, though his gaze was still fixed on the face of an adult male whom he did not recognize. Then he looked up, looking at his mother. "Papa?" point it at that figure.

Zaya shook her head quickly. Then he said, "No," almost without a sound.

"How are you?" pam asked, looking closely at his interlocutor, who unfortunately was not reciprocated with the same treatment. Zaya's views were on the little men among them.

"I'm-I'm good."

"Thank God." Pam looked at Faiz who was staring at her as well. The young man crouched down, smiling at the little man in front of him. "This ... Your child? Whose name?" continues asking.

"Fa-Faiz."

"Faiz, huh?"

Faiz nodded. "Naz."

Zaya looked to the right and left. Worried in case there will be neighbors who caught him talking to men other than his husband and in-laws, even though Pak Hidup is not at home.

After that he took Faiz to his cradle, ignoring the toddler's request to be allowed to climb the floor as before.

"Sorry, I just searched your address. That's why I'm here at night." As if understanding Zaya's uneasiness, Pam had already explained.

"What business is it, Mom? If there's any business with my husband, tomorrow. My husband hasn't come home from work. Maybe in the tenth hour I'll just go home."

"I came here to see you, yeah. I have nothing to do with your husband."

To be honest, Pam was a little offended by Zaya's long words that were indirectly pushing her away subtly, though slightly sniffy. But he ignored.

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