Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Afriz sat down, ready for breakfast. While Mr. Alive, just finished a bath and will join him.

Shortly after, Zaya followed, bringing the dishes to be served.

"Papa notice, lately you've been waking up so much later, yes," said Mr. Lively, as Zaya arrived before him.

Without responding to his father's slurs, Afriz glanced at Zaya. He understood where this conversation was going.

Because indeed, lately they often sleep late at night, so Zaya woke up not as early as usual.

"But Papa was happy. That means, Faiz's chances of having a sister soon become bigger," added Mr. Life, poking.

Then the middle-aged man turned his eyes. "If you don't mind, it's a bit unfortunate that you will join Papa on a pilgrimage to Mama's tomb, yes" he asked his eldest son.

For a while, Afriz just stared at his father. Then nodded, as soon as he found the earnestness of the request of the man nearby. Moreover, he had not been on a pilgrimage to his mother's grave for a long time. "Yes, Afriz will take Zaya and Faiz with you. Can, right?"

Mr. Life smiled very sweetly. "That's even better, so it's more complete. Usually only Papa, your wife, and Faiz go there. Once in a while your mom also wants to see the three of you, so that you can be more sure that you are really united and happy."

Time travels so fast. The sunlight is so bright.

Afriz, who had just finished eating, found his father ready to leave.

Mr. Life smiled, his face was glowing. His smile and gaze were so intense in Afriz's eyes.

"Are you not ready?" ask Mr. Life, astonished. "Lha your wife is ready so, you're still relaxed."

As if he had just realized from daydreaming, Afriz said, "Here, get ready."

Afriz looked for Zaya, calling her many times. Also ask for his wife's opinion, he should wear clothes which, must wear a sarong or simply dress in material.

"Eh, it turns out my clothes and pants are suitable," he murmured. "Where's my guy, Yang?"

"Seci Mas in his usual place."

Afriz got busy himself, because he never found the thing he was looking for. Once I met, it turned out to be small in size. Looking and meet again, but this time it is too big and when used it easily falls. He searched again, met again, but the color was strange. It belonged to Faiz, evident from its unyu-unyu colors and motifs.

For the last time, Afriz found the peci again. This time the size is appropriate, the color and motif is not surprising with his age.

But new problems come again. The pants changed color. Suddenly it does not fit into the shirt that is now turned into a collared shirt. Though he wanted to make a pilgrimage to the tomb, not want to go for a walk to the park or the plaza of the district city.

"Mas, are you ready yet?" Although he did not see his nose, Zaya's voice sounded so shrill in Afriz's ears.

While Afriz, still changing clothes that if more appropriate he wears. Then he went to where Zaya and his father were waiting.

Afriz confirmed his appearance once again. But the peck was left behind, because he had removed it from his head when he changed clothes. Clucking, he vented his sense of regret.

"This is the tip, Mas" said Zaya, right next to him. "Come, go."

Since starting the journey, Afriz felt that it had been so long, but did not reach the destination. It usually doesn't take twenty minutes, it has arrived.

No red lights, no traffic or crowds, no engine noise. Blank. The only driver is himself. There was also no interaction in the entire car he drove.

Then suddenly he had stepped on the ground of the tomb, following the steps of his father who had stepped towards where his mother was buried several years ago.

The distance is not so far. It was just a foot carry, which somehow felt so lightning dragging him to the location.

Afriz squatted next to the mother's belly button. Touching his head, in a glued state.

Sayup-sayup is heard Mr. Life said, "Papa sure, all who live will certainly experience a process controlled directly by God from the Throne, including Papa. I don't know when exactly, Papa will definitely experience the process that has been passed by Mama as well."

His father's words were like parting expressions, although Afriz could see for himself how the middle-aged man was so much more gallant and radiant-looking.

The blow happened many times, over and over again. Tight chest, closed eyes, and a heavier head, became a combination of excruciating for Afriz.

The recitation of the holy Quran, heard from his father and followed by Zaya, made him aware of something. That his coming to this place was not to show his destruction.

But to tell the mother, that now her life has been much more organized. He had found a purpose, as his parents had hoped.

However, the longer the chant is more subtle, as he follows the reading. Tub disappeared swallowed by the wind.

No voice and no figure of Mr. Life, no Zaya, no Faiz. Staying alone. Accompanied only by birdsong, and also ....

The rooster?

Afriz squirmed, as he felt the weight on his upper body. Then open your eyes, find out what happened to him.

"Zayya?" he murmured, once his life had been collected again and realized that the event just now turned out to be just a dream.

Slowly he shifted his wife's body, putting it into a position that if more comfortable. Stacking the wife's head on the pillow carefully, then enveloping the body.

He settled down, looking at the plain face before him. Then his gaze was fixed on the rest of the crying on the area around Zaya's eyes. Slowly, his memory returned to a time a few hours ago.

Supposedly, a fight a few hours ago wouldn't have happened if he had allowed Zaya to follow him to the hospital.

Because come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with a daughter-in-law's concern for in-laws. Neither does a wife show concern for the father of her husband.

Moreover, his father's relationship with Zaya has been like the relationship between son and biological father. It has been so emotionally connected, which can be evidenced by the compact they both while filling free time by gardening in the yard of the house that is actually not so broad.

After all, he could advise Zaya to leave Faiz at Nida's residence for the rest of her life - if she was worried about Faiz's immunity - instead of banning Zaya's visit.

But everything is already over. Quarrels have already occurred, as a result of his impatient attitude.

"I'm sorry, yes, if Mas can't control his emotions" he whispered in Zaya's ear, after her body collapsed again with her arms hugging the figure to continue sleeping.

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