Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Getting pregnant?

[Father siuman. Sorry I didn't say anything first]

^^^[Iya gapapa]^^^

Although there was no sweet impression at all, the reciprocating activity of the message two days ago made Zaya feel relieved. Although to this day both are not offensive about the events of the night in which they got out of control.

In addition, Zaya felt lucky because Pam did not come to visit her place of residence. That guy has a lot of business that really can't be left behind.

I don't know what business, which is clear Zaya so no need to bother to lie to avoid the young man.

A notification of an incoming message, disrupting Zaya. Feeling no activity, the woman immediately read the writing on the messaging application. "Papa said he wanted to see you and Nida. Later Mr. Heri pick you up at half-five."

^^^[Yes]^^

Zaya confirmed the numbers shown by her phone screen. Five o'clock, that's about an hour. Without wasting more time, the woman immediately got ready. But then he remembered something.

^^^[What does it take? Let me bring you]^^

While waiting for a reply, Zaya stuffed Faiz's belongings into a medium-sized cloth bag.

There are wet and dry wipes, one knit jacket, three trousers, one diaper, two colorful toys; a small thermos filled with warm white water, a bottle of cold water, a bottle of baby milk, a bottle of baby milk, as well as two small jars that each contain milk powder and biscuits.

When he finished, he took his phone. Then read the response message from her husband.

[Balsem and sarong]

^^^[Ok. Anything else?]^^^

[That's aja]

^^^[Ok]^^

Zaya's cheeks blushed red as Afriz sent her a heart icon in return.

Realizing her ridiculous reaction, Zaya took the balm, wind oil, and sarong ordered by her husband and put it in her bag.

However, before fixing the newly opened resliting to make it easier to lay the balsam, Zaya felt something was wrong with her digestive system.

"Faiz sat there first, yeah."

He closed his mouth before something came out of it, running towards the sink.

"Tooch."

The woman tried to get her stomach out, but no one got away. Only his saliva flowed successfully, even though the urge felt strong.

Now his hands wash water on the area of the face that began to sweat. Then stood glued, staring at his own pale face through the mirror, also looking at his reddened eyes as it involuntarily let out water.

Meanwhile, his body felt so limp. His breathing sounded dull. His heart beats so fast. His chest is up and down.

The feeling was urgent again. "Tooch."

For the second time, Zaya washed her face with water. After that, he pulled, held, and exhaled many times to control the bad taste in his body.

After making sure that the nausea would not come again, he returned to his room. But his body was completely limp, to the point that he just sat on the bed.

[Sir Heri again to the house]

Zaya dried her face using a small towel, then fixed the makeup. Polishing the face with moisturizer, and smearing his lips with pink lipstick to disguise the pale.

Then approached Faiz who had been bathing and had changed clothes, while carrying a tote bag containing luggage.

"We wait for Mr. Heri outside, yuk," he asked the toddler.

Faiz said Zaya guided her tiny palm, though her attention was diverted several times. But the small steps were so steady, and stopped when they reached the terrace.

Just now Zaya was sitting his ass on the bench in front of the house, a message notification sounded.

[I'm going to your house now]

It was not from her husband, but from Pam. But Zaya kept trying to calm down.

^^[I am not at home]^^

[I'm in front of your house and can see you from here]

Well, then Zaya's heart seemed to be about to be dislodged. His body put on a alert mode. He looked back and forth, and found the truth of the message he had received. Pam was in front of her house and her husband.

The man smiled from a distance, while continuing to step steadily.

Zaya is unlikely to escape and says she is not home. Again, like that.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Pam, in a voice as good as her steps just now.

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam" Zaya replied.

Meanwhile, Pam still looked at Zaya's face without blinking. Ignoring the feeling of fury he caught from his current point of view.

"Pam's mom, what's the business here?" ask Zaya.

His tone was not friendly at all. Even his gaze was fixed towards the guava tree in the courtyard, regardless of the whereabouts of his interlocutors. Intentionally being disrespectful.

"I know, Faiz is neither your son nor your husband's son" Pam said without making small talk.

"How many times do I have to say that the baby that was born by Una is not my son?"

"Yes, if not, why was it that Kak Una held you accountable?"

Pam's speechless. Want to defend himself like what, Zaya would not believe him. Because he wanted to avoid like anything, he had indeed done the forbidden relationship with Una, even though half of his consciousness was under the influence of drinks that he consumed before.

He was just too naive. He thought, by showing a bad attitude to the girl of his parents' choice, Una would retreat after him. Then he can be free to establish a relationship with Zaya, without any interference from the son of the former district treasurer.

But, everything is broken up. In addition to her lost virginity, her heart was lost.

"You know for yourself, the age of the Una content is two months, a week after we do that."

"Who can guarantee that you guys only do it once? But you want to admit it once, eleven times, thirty times, I don't care" said Zaya increasingly.

I heard a rough breath coming from Pam's nose. Not before not now, it feels so tiring every time faced with the woman in front of him.

"good. But you should know, my feelings for you are still the same as before. I still love you, and that never changes."

Zaya grunts. If love, why is it still another woman's favorite?

"Have it, Mas, don't get caught up again. I have a life of my own." This time Zaya ventured to look at her interlocutor, despite having to ignore that blinking gaze again. Strictly speaking, he showed his ringed finger. "I'm married."

"From Kang Bani, I know you're being betrothed. What kind of marriage do you have with that man? Without love?"

"I love my husband, really."

"Your husband is also love, as I love you?" chase Pam.

"Yes, we love each other." Again Zaya looked away, avoiding eye contact with the interlocutor."Hopefully," he added inwardly. "If not, why have we survived until now?"

While gulping, Pam nodded in understanding. He could see the resoluteness of the voice he heard. Inevitably, he did have to release the woman in front of him, although it was difficult.

"I hope, I understand my position now. I'm sure Mas also understands that a bachelor like Mas Pam is not worthy to say something that doesn't go to anyone's wife."

Zaya heaved a sigh of relief, as soon as she heard the greeting from her interlocutor. He hoped that the man would understand their situation which was already much different.

Then he closed both eyes. There was a tightness inside the chest, upon realizing something.

That until this moment, there was never a declaration of love from the mouth of her own husband.

Even more ridiculous, he had just heard the expression of love from another man.

...***...

Zaya greets her in-laws. "Papa's healing fast, yeah. Me and Faiz kangen are gardening with Papa again."

In a still limp condition, Mr. Life nodded and smiled. "You and Faiz are healthy?"

"Thank God we are healthy."

"Bang" called Nida to Afriz, which is more correctly called temptation. "This is Zaya in plain sight. Cake called, rather than just glimpsed by doang lyrics."

Precisely Zaya who turned her head, astonished to see the behavior of his sister-in-law. "Why, Brother?"

"That's your husband, nanyain you mulu. He said it was a long time ago, even though Faiz and Mr. Heri had arrived from earlier."

Hearing his sister-in-law's explanation, Zaya reflexively glanced at Afriz who was sitting together on a mat tucked opposite her.

"What did you think of earlier, in the toilet? Very at home."

Indeed, since arriving in this building, Zaya also just hitchhiked up to the point that he was so long in the bathroom before entering this room.

But had not had time to respond slurriedly from Nida, the nausea came again. Without saying goodbye, he ran towards the toilet which happened to be in the ward of Mr. Life. Worried about vomiting in this place, even though he had not vomited anything.

The scene just now suddenly seized all the attention of Nida who was sitting in wonder. While Mr. Heri seems to have not been too surprised, because Zaya had always asked him to stop the speed of the car when feeling nauseous.

Afriz, hurriedly followed to where the wife was going, when she heard strange noises from inside.

The man waited for Zaya to come out. A few moments later, the door in front of him opened. But when the question is, "Why are you?" just now, the woman had entered again.

For a while, there was only Zaya's voice still trying to get her entrails out. His body went limp.

Afriz approached and his hands massaged slowly Zaya's nape which began to sweat coldly.

The second position lasted for a while, before Afriz moved away to take anything that could reduce the symptoms of nausea his wife.

"Bring the wind oil, don't you?" ask Afriz to Nida.

"I brought him eucalyptus oil. It's okay?" Nida ensure. After that take a transparent green plastic bottle in his bag, when he found a nod from his interlocutor. "Zaya why, um?"

"Nausea. Get in the wind, I guess."

Nida handed him the bottle she had just managed to take. "Pregnant, kali," the verdict without a second thought.

"Neighbor!" tepis Afriz's.

"What, if not pregnant? Deliberately made with this husband," kekeh Nida.

...***...