Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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One thing missed the news and reality that Pam saw for herself: Zaya was not pregnant as her friends had told her.

From what he found, the woman was still ordinary. It shows no signs of a two-bodied middle.

Instead he found the fact that Zaya was getting more beautiful, although the sweetness of the girl did not decrease in the slightest. Though the woman's skin is only brighter, but it has managed to make it a little pangling. Although from the expression and gaze of the woman was not much different –stay as calm as the deep sea and soothing view.

Tonight, Pam's mind has not been able to compromise. His meeting with Zaya, actually caused the shakes again. Even more powerful than ever, though she sees with her own head how Zaya enjoys the role of motherhood.

The toddler named Faiz has given an explanation of many things. That there was a story that he missed following far away and did not communicate with the woman.

Communications. He remembered something, and hurriedly picked up the phone lying on the table. Then look for a contact named "Zaya" which he hopes can still be contacted.

Pam can sigh in relief, once she gets a signal that the intended number can still receive a connection from her. He had to wait for a response, which he unfortunately did not get. Calling wasted.

But it's okay. In this way, it was more than enough for him. It could be, Zaya is already sleeping. Or because he did not know who made the call, the woman did not pick up the call. He understands.

All he has to do now is send a message to let Zaya know that this is his number.

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

But unexpectedly, moments later there was a reply. Then read the message.

"What business, huh? If it's not too important, please don't bother me anymore. The fear will cause slander, and my husband is getting jealous. Thank ye. Signed, the wife who is having fun with her beloved husband."

If you look at the contents, it is very clear that Zaya did not send a reply. He knew very well that Zaya was shy and reserved, which was completely indescribable to the message just now.

She understood very well, the girl never called herself by the pronoun "me" when she was talking to him. The use of his vocabulary was also not as much as what he had just read.

After all, it is impossible for the woman to admit that she is having fun with her beloved husband. Although true, he believes that Zaya is not a woman who likes to indulge romance with the opposite sex, even though it has become a legitimate partner.

The 24-year-old shook his head slowly. Imagining Zaya being busy mingling love with her husband, is tantamount to hurting yourself.

...***...

"Not waking up, Yang? Still sore, huh? Gonna carry?" ask Afriz a little worried.

Not that he wanted to be considerate, but he felt he had an obligation to account for his actions.

Zaya grumbled in her position hiding under the covers. After opening his eyes, Afriz teased him continuously.

Stupidly, after being tired from the hot activity last night, he was still tempted as well when the man asked him to exercise the bed again and just finished not long ago.

Whether because it is the influence of the hormone of the fertile period or because it has not done it for a long time, it still makes him embarrassed half to death.

Afriz grinned in his sitting position, adjusting to the position of the head of the wife. "You have a hard time walking and need help. Counting as a thank you because you make Mas did not think that you turned out to be great."

"Sanaaah! If you want to take a shower, take a shower. No need to bum!"

Instead of getting up, Afriz lay down and hugged his wife from behind. No matter when the woman is fighting. "Where can I take a bath, if the innate remember you continue?"

"Yyyyoungass!"

"What, Honey? It is not good if early in the morning like to scream. Mas prefers you to mention the name of Mas many times using the hoarse and spoiled, rich voice that was." Afriz bit his lower lip, imagining Zaya's face that must have been very red.

Feeling the oxygen supply in the blanket depleted, Zaya came out of hiding. Then turned to face the husband, while showing his fierce expression – which unfortunately does not have any effect. "Not to take that away."

"Why?"

"Shame on!" Zaya pulls the blanket over her face again, but is held back by her interlocutor.

Zaya nodded.

A nod of embarrassment just now, it adds to the anxiety. "Why should I be ashamed? I like it, really. You amaze."

"Damn, basic!"

"Everything in you is getting drunk, Yang."

"Have." Although Afriz's dreadlocks may be older than his age, Zaya still blushed.

He used to have doubts about his own limbs which were often used as the object of ridicule from his female friends.

They say, Zaya's flat body certainly does not appeal to the opposite sex, later can disappoint a partner, could be used as an excuse for her husband to cheat, and so on.

In fact, at that time Zaya believed, men did not only look at the physical beauty, even though it might be just a mere joke. While on the other hand he also does not believe that someone sees others based on his heart alone. Pretty, he thought at the time.

But somehow Afriz managed to make him more confident, that in the end there are men who love him sincerely. Although he could not make it a guideline, given the age of their marriage that only runs half a year.

Like corn plants, the age of the bond of the two is only at the stage of sprouting shoots. Has not experienced many dilemmatic processes such as corn plants that are ready to harvest – which has passed the phase of pest attacks and flooded water that could have stopped the life cycle.

"Now you are different from Zaya who we knew in the beginning, who was very shy. If you are not threatened with a pay cut, where to say. The nunduuuk mulu. Even after marriage, there is still a lot of silence. If you want to be kissed like to avoid. It turns out the more here the more visible if you can make Mas feel at home in the room."

Zaya was silent to hear that speech. "I used to think my boss was a dream. Uday handsome, well established, cheap smile, responsible, mature, fast legs light hands, pity again. It turns out that the more here add ...."

"Add what, hm? More charming?"

"No. Which there even added ngeres."

"Gini-rich, isn't it?"

"No need to hold, yes" Zaya jolted as her husband's hand began to move. His little eyes immediately glared, as the hand was almost exploring his private areas.

Instead of heeding the ban just now, Afriz's hand just increasingly can not be silent. Rindai Zaya even sounded so spoiled and seductive in her ears. "Again, yes, mumpung no azan."

"No way." Zaya's body turned around, turning her back on Afriz again. "I'm .. tired."

Both Afriz's eyes narrowed. Smiling at the confession just now. He understood, Zaya must need to rest after her sleep time constantly disturbed.

"If so, take a shower first, yes." Afriz jerked his feet up, then rose from his bedside position to cause the movement of their bedding, "And sorry, because Mas made you tired all night," he added.

...***...

"Well, where did you know that there were guests last night?"

"More Nimble."

Hearing the name her husband had just mentioned, Zaya was immediately flabbergasted. But not too surprised. "Little Mom, huh, Mas?" his question was just to make sure, which was immediately answered by a nod.

Zaya recalled, Mr. Life always warned him to continue to be careful if he had dealt with the name.

The woman, you could say, did not fit her father-in-law very well, for reasons that were never clearly stated by the middle-aged man.

One thing that Zaya can catch is, that Miss Lively is the aunt of one of the girls who had been in a relationship with Afriz.

That is, the motive of Bu Lively always takes care of Mr. Life's chosen daughter-in-law is none other than revenge. So it is not surprising that the distance of their residence that is far enough does not prevent the woman to find fuel for the commotion.