Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Studio

It's been a long time since Zaya saw the photo studio where she first met Afriz. The circumstances of the place did not change much, even still the exact same.

His position was still between the shoe store on the left, the clothing store on the right, and opposite there was a furniture store and a drug store as well as agricultural and ranch tools.

Zaya looked at Afriz who was opening the iron door of the photo studio. The man pushed the object with his leisure. It was very different from him back then, which was quite difficult to push the blue-painted iron door. Because his strength is not comparable to men, even though he claimed to be strong.

Highlighting the brightening sun, Zaya enters the studio ahead of Afriz who steps behind her. He observed an order that was not much different from the situation when he was still working in this place. Just a little messier. The floor was like rarely cleaned, visible from a layer of dust that was so clear.

Afriz turned on the lights of the room to add light. "Like a mess. Understandably, since you got out of here, Mas rarely tidy up," said Afriz, giving an answer without having to be asked.

"Pantesan," said Zaya. After that, he put the bag he carried, to the table he used to occupy. "Eh, didn't Mas ever say that he had a new employee?" he asked, not understanding why he and Afriz could forget one fact just now.

"Oh, that?" Afriz laughed for a moment, understanding where his mistake was. Because, his wife does not know that his photo studio is not just this. "That's in another studio, Yang. If this is all, just take care of it."

"Don't you have another photo studio?" ask Zaya more and more astonished.

Feeling that there was nothing to hide, Afriz nodded. "There's one more, but far away. Some are just rental cameras and equipment. If you have a photo, it is usually here. So sometimes if you get a fairly large number of prints, you must go home late."

Now Zaya understood, why so far the monthly money is not small, so he can save. Even according to him, Afriz just dredged some money as he dredged the leaves on the road. Because her husband has several businesses that he thinks have been successful.

Just imagine, the man could even raise tuition for him in just a matter of months. "Know that Mas can ask for help I let help here," said Zaya later.

Again, Afriz laughed. "If you help here, Papa so at home alone continue to dong, Yang. Faiz is also pity."

"It's not every day either, Mom. I'll help you clean up, I can."

"Yes, tomorrow can help."

Zaya responded with a smile.

"If you come here, sure we're not busy together, Yang?"

"There's no Faiz."

While walking to where the duster, rag, and cleaning spray were, Zaya pretended not to hear Afriz's words just now. Then start cleaning things that really need to be cleaned.

Meanwhile, Afriz entered a room that became a special place for photo printing machines. The space was confined only by walls and doors made of thick glass, so that the man could still see his wife's movements from his current position, while turning on the photo printing machine the size of the photocopier, while arranging the remaining photo papers last night scattered.

Now he smiles to see how Zaya is struggling with cleaning tools that become a daily handle. Accompanied by Faiz, who was already holding a bell, the woman was not at all disturbed when several times Faiz tried to attract attention.

As soon as he was done with his activities, Afriz approached Faiz. "Here, pinter's son." With one move, Faiz was already in Afriz's arms. "Let's go with Papa to buy a ramjak for mama, will you?"

"We can stop first, right?"

"Why what?"

Afriz turned his head for a while, then refocused on the steering wheel. "Later. Near the studio there is also a craftsman. Buy it later."

Zaya's attention immediately focused on her serious-looking husband staring down the street. "Who's there, rujak rujak ulek is also not, Mas?"

"I don't know."

Zaya looked at her husband, as she heard the answer that did not relieve him at all. "If it turns out it's not that kayak-like rujak?" he asked again, pointing at the wheelbarrow that had been passed.

"Later let it be done with its cook. Or ...." Afriz was silent for a moment, holding a smile. "... Let Mas chew, keep Mas bribe to you from mouth to mouth."

He could see, the horror could not be hidden from Zaya's face. Maybe you can not imagine the eruption of the ulek version of Afriz.

At 10 a.m., Afriz actually invited Faiz to buy a ramjak. Toddlers in his trunk were excited not playing when invited to cross the road, look at passing vehicles or occasionally neatly lined up at red lights, and cross paths with many people.

But Afriz did not expect that one of the people who would cross paths with him was Mr. Kuswin, his father-in-law.

"We meet here, Le," said Mr. Kuswin very often, so recognize the person who just greeted and experienced him. "Let's try to park it's not in the corner there," pointed it to the back. "Maybe we won't meet, Le."

Afriz's gaze was fixed in the direction designated by the man in blue shirt with a large plaid motif in front of him. Really far. "Mr alone?" tanya Afriz tried to start the conversation, interrupting the activities of Mr. Kuswin who was in contact with Faiz.

"Yes, e, Le. I asked the neighbors to buy medicine for cattle hives. Incidentally near there is nothing quite good. Less tomatoes, anyway. Keep you remember around here it seems like there is a complete drug store and agricultural equipment, just you forget the name of the store and the exact location where."

"Oh, just stay straight, sir. At most pat up to five more stalls from here. The name of the shop, Sumber Tani."

Mr. Kuswin nodded in understanding. "Well, it's delicious, having a pinter ghost like you, Le. He answered this-thes. Short, solid, straightforward, and clear."

"Ah, this father could have. It just so happens that I memorize the area because I come here every day, sir."

"Oh, you work around here, Le? Keep this up, Faiz come with you to work?"

Afriz smiles. "Yes, Sir. Every now and then, let's not get bored at home" he replied. "If you are pleased, you just stop by. There's Zaya over there, "pointing her to a building clad in other big shops.

"Oh, yes. Try it later if you have time, you stop by for a minute, yeah, Le."

"Please. I wait."

After the death of Mr. Kuswin to continue the journey, Afriz said.

The falling fruit is not far from the tree. No, Mr. Kuswin is not Zaya, both of them do not really understand about his background, and certainly do not really understand the calculations of his wealth range.

The new fact Afriz knew after nearly seven months he was part of that family.

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