Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Moving Letters

The sound of the duck motor stopped. Zaya had already memorized that sound. He had also memorized the motor must have been parked under a guava tree in the yard. Her husband's habits were unchanged for nearly two months they lived together.

The young lady looked at the wall clock, then got up from her position. Luckily, Faiz's sleep was not disturbed by the movement of the mattress.

Ten o'clock over forty-six minutes, on Friday. Of course her husband came home early to carry out his duties as a Muslim in the mosque as an agenda once a week.

Afriz said his greetings and was answered by Zaya.

"Where's faiz?" afriz asked, as soon as Zaya got in front of him to kiss his hand.

"Just slept. She was so hot" Zaya replied after kissing the back of her husband's hand.

The man in the gray T-shirt gasped in shock. "But it's okay now, right?"

"That's okay, really. It's not hot either."

"Thank God."

Then, just a minute.

"Mas, Mr. RT pesen, later we must ask for a letter of stamp of introduction from the RW chairman," Zaya reported.

"Ready."

"Continue, if you have, the same introductory letter the requirements files are brought to the village, all with the contents of the new KK application form."

"okay."

"That's it, the problem ...."

"What?"

"I called Dad. You said, the certificate of moving is still at the house of the Father, because it just so. I just managed it, Mas. Not to mention the name in the village, take care of important documents much longer than in the city."

Afriz nodded. He understood, in order to make one letter move only, there were many procedures to follow. Not to mention the reports to the relevant parties. Still have to go to the local disdukcapil office to ask for the issuance of a moving letter, which is far away, reaching dozens or even tens of kilometers.

Not to mention, their marriage that was all sudden and before without preparation in that direction was clearly a part. So, it is not surprising that the business of moving this address is rather complicated.

That's not done either. After this, he also has to manage the letter moved Zaya to a new address while taking care of the new KK, which of course takes a lot of time.

Afriz was silent for a moment, looking for a solution. "But our marriage book exists, right?"

Somehow whenever he remembered things that smelled he and Afriz were married, it must have caused a strange sigh in Zaya for the past two to three months. Silly, really. But he did not forget to nod.

"There you are, Mas. I nyimpen the dark green color. Mas also nyimpen one, right, the maroon color?"

"Yes, huh?" Afriz can't remember. Maybe because of so many affairs, to the point that he had somewhat forgotten. "Let's talk about how it goes. I want to shower first. Do you want to take a shower, so you can talk?" Afriz's temptation is only reciprocated by the annoyance and shyness of his wife. "Bring first, yes," she said.

After four steps into the bathroom, Afriz returned to where Zaya was. "So, don't you want to take a shower? Seger loh, if the afternoon gini shower," the god again.

"Sana, ah, Mas. Later miss his Friday," drive Zaya out, before the temptation to him becomes more and more.

After Afriz's shadow was gone, Zaya shook her head quickly. Two months into the young man's wife turned out not good for his heart health. It is better to prepare cocoa clothes, sarongs, skullcaps, and prayer mats before the husband finished cleaning the body.

Because in addition to this is his duty as a wife, even though she was 29 years old, her husband was too bad to prepare his own goods. It turns out that only the physical is an adult, but the attitude is sometimes no more than a toddler!

The man walked slowly with a smile with a bright face, accompanied by drops of water flowing from his wet hair. While the young woman who was on her back was not yet aware of his arrival.

Haha. Afriz laughed in his heart. For the first time after several Fridays passed under the same roof, he finally got a chance to be able to show this sexy muscular body to Zaya.

Now the young woman turned to him, followed by a surprised look and a shudder of surprise. Then turn around to back him again.

Instead of scrambling, Afriz actually cut the distance between the two. "These are worn, yes, yes," he asked, right in Zaya's ear.

Zaya did not dare to look. He stiffened on the spot, as soon as he heard the voice of the man so close. He felt trapped in one room only alone with this figure behind him.

Then Zaya intends to shift his position to maintain more distance. However, he lost quickly.

"Why run away, anyway? People are legitimate, too." Afriz rested his chin on the wife's shoulder, then wrapped his hands around the woman's waist in front of him. "Pack it, yes," she asked spoiled.

The sound is getting closer. Make Zaya's hair bristle for a moment. "P-have a hand, right?"

"Have. Continues to?"

"That means you can wear it yourself."

"Yes, sometimes you wear it is also okay even though."

Zaya complained in her heart. Linger in the same room as Afriz, always making him wrong. He was not sure he could defend himself longer, if it was like this.

Moreover, Afriz's head was drowned in the neck of Zaya covered with a veil. The man's nose began to sniff, tempting the wife who did not dare to move because it had been wrong behavior earlier.

Thungthung. Bloody-blung.

Hearing that, Zaya heaved a sigh of relief. He had a reason to escape the trap of Afriz's charm. "Udah fuck, Mas. Shirt clothes. It's late, Friday."

"Still that first bedug."

"Mas, uh."

"Why?"

"Run in clothes."

"Yes, honey," said Afriz, although he had previously let out a disappointed sigh. Shortly after, he smiled. "Furthermore, yes?" he continued while releasing his embrace towards Zaya.

"Nothing is."

"So he said he wanted to continue talking about moving letters and making a new KK. Forget what, anyway?"

Hearing the teasing of her husband, Zaya clucked bitterly. Of course, he was embarrassed because he had thought the no-no. Thinking that Afriz meant, later her husband would continue the activity just now, but not.

"Ciii. You, ah!" Then Zaya ran outside the room, leaving the man who had not tired of testing and teasing him.

Afriz laughed at Zaya's expression before exiting the room. "Duh, that's so sweet my wife."

Yes, accepting this marriage is fun too.