Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Uncertain

^^^[Where is papa's situation?]^^^

The message has not been answered. Zaya thought, maybe Afriz hasn't had time to open the phone.

Then he continued the activity of washing dishes after finishing soaking clothes, blankets, and sheets to divert the bad feeling.

Since Afriz's departure early this morning, his feelings have become more uncertain.

Mr. Lively does have a history of coronary heart disease. Zaya often found the middle-aged man sweating excessively, breathing short, and often complained of pain in his chest. However, Zaya routinely gives high-antioxidant fruit juice to her in-laws to prevent sudden cardiac arrest.

[No idea. Just now until here, the rs directly install the breathing pipe. But it is not yet clear how the follow-up handling.]

^^^[Hopefully papa's condition improved yes mas]^^

[Amiins. Make it, baby]

^^^[Yes]^^

^^^[Mas do not forget to eat]^^

The morning air is getting warmer by the sunlight which is no longer shy to show itself. Meanwhile, Zaya had finished washing clothes, blankets, and sheets.

Accompanied by Faiz, who does a sunbathing routine, Zaya pulls out an aluminum clothesline into an empty yard next to the house. Then lift a large bucket of clothes belonging to each family member that is ready to be dried under the sun.

"Excuse me."

Not until Zaya dried the first clothes, he was hunted to hear the greetings of morning guests. He continued his activities to protect that responsibility. After one of the clothes got draped in place and made sure Faiz was in a safe position, he approached.

"Yes, find who?" tanyakanya.

"Afriz's wife is there?" ask the woman, without answering.

"Concidental with myself. What's it gonna take, huh?"

His interlocutor did not immediately reply, but instead researched the hostess first. Somewhat suspicious as it seems. "Include me, I'm Vita."

Zaya also returned the hand of the woman named Vita. He smiles. "Zaya," said.

"Oh, okay." Vita nodded, then let go of their hands. "So Afriz asked me here to pick up the studio keys. For a while, he said let me and my friend take care of it there."

"Oh, yes. Hold on, I'll get it inside. Sit down first, Ma'am," Zaya bargained while pointing at the terrace chair. "Eh, Masnya too," he continued, when he saw a man he did not know coming towards him.

Once inside the house, Zaya did not immediately get the key. He actually took a mobile phone, to make sure that Afriz did send people to keep the usual photo studio the man took care of.

Not not to believe. He only anticipates unwanted possibilities, given that crime cannot be clearly detected.

^^^[Begging people to pick up the keys at home?]^^^

[Eh yes. Mf, I forgot not to tell you if you ask for 2 energy to replace the mas task for a while. Have they arrived?]

^^^[Udah. Here I just want to get the key. But I gatau mas where]^^^

Afriz, who did not seem to be painstakingly typing, is now sending voice messages.

"You just take it in the middle room table drawer. The one on the left. But you know the shape of the key?"

^^^[Tau lah]^^

Without responding to Afriz's jokes that seemed to underestimate him in terms of lockdown, Zaya headed for the place that had been shown. Then he took a photo and sent a picture of the key he found.

^^[This one, right?]^^^

[Flame]

While carrying the required key, Zaya returned to the terrace and handed the object over. "I'm sorry, if it's long. This is Ma'am, the key."

After understanding through a nod, Vita also received the object handed to him. "thank you. Well, then, we'll just hang on, yeah."

"Yes, be careful on the road."

Zaya waits for her guest to disappear swallowed by visibility, before resuming the activities that were delayed.

However, the sight near the laundry bucket really made him not know what to react to.

"Faiz," he called her anxious. "Papa's chest is worn on the head???"

...***...

Afriz opened a message from Zaya. His gaze found a picture catch that managed to bring up the curvature of an amused smile on his lips.

[Faiz's behavior]

Although that meant, he had to remember their conversation earlier today.

"Mas ... Love is not the same as me?"

Afriz shook his head slowly. I don't know if he can answer that question or not. After all, what is the importance of the expression of love if he only needs to prove his feelings to the wife?

After all, both he and Zaya had already understood each other. Mutually strengthen. Zaya has even understood the codes when her biological needs need fulfillment, or when she is tired of energy and mind.

Both give and take, as is the essence of love itself.

In fact, you could say, Zaya has 'challenged' since they have not been betrothed.

The girl who does not easily blame others for what happened to her, indirectly slapped and taught her to be at peace with the past without scapegoating others.

Afriz being able to see the wounds on Zaya's eyes was a reflection of her own past wounds.

Zaya can't help changing her past, but at the very least, has managed to make her believe that she can become a better individual.

There is hope for Afriz to organize the things he has messed up himself.

Then after marriage, the admiration he earns for Zaya grows. Many times, since he was allowed to dive in and know the real situation.

By itself, the different taste was awakened so smoothly in a not so long time.

Of course, at this increasingly mature age, Afriz did not want to repeat his mistakes to his lovers first, by often indulging sweet words and expressions of love that in fact ended in vain.

He doesn't want to treat his wife like that. The portions are clearly different, and Zaya is much more deserving of the best from her - even though she realizes she has not been able to give anything away.

Although indeed, some time ago the man had thought that the feelings for Vita still existed, or remained intact as before.

In fact, it was just a momentary emotion. Just hitchhiking by, when he and Zaya disagreed.

Yeah, that's pretty shallow.

So, is it still necessary to say love from his lips, if his thoughts, heart, and actions have clearly led to it?

The creaking of the opened glass door, resuscitated Afriz from the reverie.

"The patient's family ...."

Afriz stood up, facing a man in a white suit who had just taken care of his father. "I, Doc. Hows it? My father survived, right?" ask her with a slightly trembling voice. Also hopes.

"So far, yes. It's just that the possibilities are very small. Because in addition to narrowing of blood vessels in the coronary arteries, there is also a slight leakage between the left and right heart walls of the patient. So, inevitably we have to form a team to do follow-up actions, before we can determine whether or not surgery is necessary, even though 90% have been confirmed to do surgery. Although this effort was successful though, the likelihood of complications also increased."

Hearing that explanation, Afriz's mind was increasingly unwelcome. "Do your best for my father, Doc."

The Doctor nodded, "Then I say goodbye."

Without saying any more, Afriz invited the doctor who handled his father to continue the obligation.

The man tried to peek at his father through the door of the ICU room. His face grew increasingly lethargic, thinking of the worst possible things that would happen to his father later, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

His mind is uncertain.

If what his father experienced happened a few years ago when the relationship was hot, maybe the situation in his heart will be different.

He might rejoice over his own father's pain. Because that way, there will be nothing to stand in the way of her wedding plans with Vita, her chosen woman who at that time she really loved.

This is called pain without bleeding. Not even a year he could make peace with his father and himself, he already had to get this kind of punishment.

Even before he could make up for all his mistakes to his father. Extending the line of sins he committed to his mother who five years ago had a stroke, because he thought too much about the firstborn son did not know himself like him.

He didn't care when his mother was dying. He was not near the woman, and instead vacationed with her lover. He did not care at all when one of his relatives told the news of the departure of the person who had given birth to him.

Yeah, he's such a jerk and that depraved. Don't know how to thank.

Not knowing how he should carry the responsibility as the son of a family that is not problematic.

Don't know how she's supposed to be a sister protecting Nida. He really doesn't deserve to be forgiven by anyone.

As if not quite enough, God also adds punishment for him through endless regret like this.

Now the young man's back stuck perfectly to the white wall behind him. Then it sank down with its unsupported soul. Both of his palms were covering his face.

At the same time, his shoulders shook. Resisting the regretful crying, which unfortunately was unable to change anything.

Showing his downfall in front of his sister-in-law who had just returned after buying them breakfast.

...***...