Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
My Future Husband's

Miss Nimble: [Mas Afriz has come home?]

Me: [Not]

Ms. Lively was typing ....

A few moments later, a reply message came in again.

Miss Nimble: [If bkn mas afriz, men2 who sdg gendong faiz in the house mas who?]

Me: [My dad might]

Agile ma'am: [Bkn sir lived mas. The young msh.]

Me: [Suami nida times]

Miss Nimble: [Ga tau mas. But it looks very familiar with my wife. Faiz is also very familiar with it]

Afriz received another message. This time it was a photo. The picture shows Faiz in Zaya's arms, and a young man. It was not Seno, nor was it one of the people he had known all along.

Now he's out of his conversation with Miss Lively. Then he called Zaya's number, but there was no response. He sent a message to his wife.

[Who's home at night² like this?]

The man continued his work. He arranged the photos he had printed for the last time tonight, then put them in a paper envelope. Then tidied up the rest of his work, before turning off the lights and closing the studio.

The young man looked up, ascertaining the weather at night today. There are no stars and no moon. The horizon looks cloudy. It looks like it will rain soon. It is seen how lightning has mastered the view, when he is wearing a jacket and helmet.

Two wheels of a duck motorbike that Afriz was riding, carrying the young man through the cold night air. The rain started to fall. His drops hit the headgear he was wearing, making quite a loud noise.

Although the sky water is increasingly swift, he did not slow down the pace let alone stop the vehicle engine to find shelter. He chose to continue the journey home, which would still take a few minutes.

No matter what jacket you wear, it is covered on the top. Highlight the blinding lights of the vehicle, accompanying the journey to the area where he lived.

After making sure his motorcycle in the yard, he immediately went down to the front door and knocked on the object in front of him with a greeting that is not too clear.

The helmet and jacket he was wearing. Her clothes were completely soaked. His body was also shivering with cold. His teeth fell, and his skin crept.

"Geez, Mas, all wet. Take a shower, yes. Bentar, I'll take the same towel and warm water for the bath." Zaya just left her husband.

Afriz looked at the woman who was running away from him. Then step towards the bathroom, obey what his wife said.

...***...

Zaya looked away and chose to be busy with the phone, when Afriz entered with his waist wrapped in a towel. Although he had found such a sight the umpteenth time, he was still ashamed. In fact, he often feels disbelief when washing********** the husband.

Meanwhile, Afriz approached Zaya while wearing his t-shirt. A smile was imprinted on his lips. Amused, find Zaya acting like a newlywed, who is still shy to see her husband wearing clothes.

He touched the woman's nose. "What the hell is it, in hape? I think it's busy?" tanyanya.

Instead of immediately answering, Zaya actually nodded. It was as if he was caught off guard playing a cell phone just to take his eyes off the dress scene shown by Afriz. "Just read the message from Mas. Go on, it's ..." Zaya gulped. "So Pam came here."

Although he did not know who Zaya was referring to, Afriz still nodded in understanding. "Ooh." Then move both hands, stretching the sore muscles of his arms.

"But don't misunderstand me. He's only been here for a minute, just let him know about me, okay."

"Yes, Mas knows. I'm afraid he's here to be mean to you."

"No, really." Seeing how her husband moved his hand, Zaya realized one thing. "Pegel bag? Here, I'm a pijitin."

Once stopped for a while, Afriz also positioned himself as comfortable as possible, facing the head of the bed. So did Zaya, who immediately distanced the phone he just held. The flat object was finally lying in front of the husband. Both of the women's hands were now touching and pressing Afriz's back carefully.

"His father had a wife, yes gini. If tired of something disgusted," said Afriz, teasing Zaya who was working in silence. Now he felt a greater pressure on his back. "This is really good, Yang."

"Why is it raining? Though bring a raincoat, right?"

"Greese. But it's a responsibility to wear it. It's close to this." Afriz's head looked up, waiting for the right moment to release the pressure from his nasal passages. "Yourself!" Then the urge came again, and ... "Yourself!"

"Tuh, Mas so sneezing mutely. If tomorrow still hurts, don't work first, Mom."

"No. Tomorrow I'll work."

Zaya was only able to glare at her husband's back which did not catch his worries. He increased the pressure on his palms. "You're a habit, you never want to know I'm worried."

Meanwhile, Afriz let out a rather long sigh. Because, he must work twice as hard as usual to fulfill his promise to the woman behind him. "Please get Mas's savings book in the drawer."

"Later you know for yourself. The chorus is taken."

Doubtful, the woman in green baby doll clothes rose from her position to go to the drawer. "Taken all?" when he found three savings books in his place. Then approached and brought the three objects in question, when he found a nod from his interlocutor.

After being sorted by Afriz, Zaya read the nominal listed on the tiny book in her hand, though still confused as to what the money is for.

"God willing, next semester you can start college again. Even though it still has to be added again so as not to make ketar-ketir. Just in case, right?"

Zaya looked up, looking at Afriz who was smiling at him. His eyes immediately glazed over. "Mas, I ...." I don't know what to say. The crying broke too. He couldn't hold back his feelings any longer.

He thought, all this time Afriz left very early and came home late at night because of anger at him who was not willing to have a baby. Even he was prejudiced that no-no. It turns out that the man did all this for her, for a future selfless wife like her.

Looking at Zaya who was crying for no reason as she understood, Afriz grabbed the woman's body into her arms. "Cup, cup. Gini is crying."

"I-I thought all this time Mas still ma-angry, ma-makanya leave early morning .. and come home very late."

"Basic boy. She thought she had a husband as a child, too" Afriz muttered, almost only she could hear herself. I can't see how short his wife thought it was. "Ta-ta-but I'm not-not angry," the lead, mimicking Zaya's broken voice, was immediately countered with a slow blow to his arm.

Afriz let his wife normalize emotions. Only his palms worked, stroking Zaya's upper back. "Mas thanks you the opportunity for this lecture is not free. There are conditions, and you have to promise the same."

Zaya was silent for a moment. He loosened the distance between the two in order to be able to see his interlocutor freely. "What promise?"

She was waiting for the terms of what her husband would propose. Then what if this man in front of him asks for a child from him in the near future?

"You have to promise, be willing to make the most of this opportunity. I also ask you to keep the trust. Can you?"

Zaya nodded straight. He does not want to repeat his past mistakes by disappointing those he loves. Just once he failed to achieve his dream and abused the trust given to him. "That's all?"

"There's more, dong."

"What?"

Instead of immediately answering, Afriz returned Zaya's body to his arms again. Honestly, he missed this woman in front of him. "Not to be tempted and too close to other guys. If anyone is coding or even overtly seductive, you must go far. Don't go after them. Remember the husband at home."

Hearing the strange condition, Zaya bit her lower lip to muffle the laughter that was ready to explode. "Yeah, my husband Sayaaang."

"good. So, if there is a male lecturer who is still young, do not need to be frenetic."

"Ih, where is it?" Zaya glared at Afriz's chest, then laughed. "The lecturer is all-time old, Mom. Lots of women too."

"Can 'if', dear. For example, there is no type of person that Mas called, yes thank goodness."

Afriz's palms stroked Zaya's back and shoulders in turn. While his sense of smell, inhaling deeply the scent of the body that he missed so much. "You smell good, Yang."

"Muji-muji gini must have wanted."

Afriz's head lowered, intending to ask permission to act more. "Can?"

"If I say I can't, then I won't go to college, anymore."

"Haha. It's not that cruel, yeah. Kan Mas has a more elegant way so you can not refuse. So ...." Afriz's left blink of an eye has explained his desire for his wife. "Can, right?"

A phone call interrupted the conversation. Afriz clucked as it was void to find a nod from his interlocutor. Moreover, Zaya's phone was still nearby. Force him to move the flat object.

He also had to read the writing listed on the phone screen.

My Future Husband is calling ....

Not finished with the name of the caller that was so disturbing, one message that had just entered also managed to distract him. From the same number.

[It's my number fixed yes. When2 I went there again. Pams]

I'll be there again sometime.

Afriz repeated the sentence in his heart. Thinking about all the possibilities that could have happened. If there is a word "again", it means there has been a visit before. And he doesn't know.

There was a gaffe he could not accept. The number of the sender of the message that he did not know was named My Future Husband by his wife. While the number which is Zaya's legal husband is only named Mas Afriz by the owner of the phone.

"Why, Mas?" zaya asked, when she found the expression on Afriz's face that suddenly changed.

It seems like the husband's mood is suddenly bad.