Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Mini Dating

Zaya helps Nida clean up the remnants of congregated magrib prayers that they just finished tuning in this not-so-wide room.

After that he received the copy that had been released and handed over by Mr. Life, then kept it in a position that could be reached by his in-laws.

Now Zaya is settled, looking at Mr. Life. He hoped that the health of the middle-aged man before him would quickly recover.

He really misses going to gardening while talking about many more things as before. Because all this time Mr. Life can always make Zaya feel back to his village there.

A flick on the forehead, awakening Zaya from daydreams. The woman found her husband as the main defendant.

Habits that he had memorized in addition to the call "Zayang" from the man. A treatment that has absolutely no sweetness.

"Find a meal, yuk," asked Afriz, still not sweet.

Zaya pouting. "No. If I eat, I'll be more nauseous."

"But you need to eat. If you don't eat, you'll get sick" Afriz's debate won't lose. "If you eat an angel-anget, seger, and a little spicy, you will not be nauseous. Mas guarantee," he persuaded, luring the type of food that he believed Zaya would not refuse.

"Eat what?"

"anything. Anyway you ate while I hugged."

"Alus!" sindir Nida, who is ready to make Mr. Life chuckle. "Zaya doang nih, who was invited to eat?" he continued, still sounding insinuating.

Regardless of his sister's innuendo, Afriz continued to persuade Zaya to come out of this room to eat. It is his duty to take care of his wife.

Through a recent binge eating activity that they rarely do, Afriz wants to talk from heart to heart after what happened before.

At the very least, the matter should have been resolved so that there was no estrangement between them. So that he is not awkward and often misbehaved again when dealing with the wife.

Afriz turned his head, looking at Mr. Heri and Nida in turn. "Sir Her, leave Faiz for a second, yes. You too, Deck. If it's finicky, just take a walk," he said. The agenda to talk to Zaya alone should not be disturbed by anyone.

"Ready!" sahut Mr. Heri, who followed a smile agreed by Nida.

Hearing Mr. Heri's willingness, Afriz nodded. Then his attention was on Zaya who had just finished wearing a jacket. "Come, go."

His right hand stretched out, about to hold the palm of his wife's hand. But he did not get a response.

"Need to be carried?" ask Afriz to his wife. The look on his face was serious, a sign that his offer was not playing around.

"I'm Faiz, who needs to be carried?"

"Yes, come on," responded Afriz as he gently pulled Zaya's hand to step immediately. Because as usual, his wife was always slow to respond. Then it needs a little coercion.

"I looked around, they were like they were still dating. Mesraaa continued," commented Mr. Heri, once the couple was ready then lost swallowed distance.

"When they are victims of arranged marriages, you know, sir," Nida said.

While on the other hand, Afriz and Zaya are still negotiating in the parking lot. Afriz has actually been riding a motorcycle and wearing a helmet. It was ready to start the engine anyway, in case Zaya didn't add drama.

"Is this not the same as Mr. Heri's sister Nida, if you leave Faiz?"

Afriz's face looks dislike that kind of exaggerated thinking.

Didn't Zaya think, that whether or not to come along, Faiz would still trouble anyone with him?

After all, it doesn't feel funny if Faiz has to hear adult talk that will happen later. "Say, if you don't want to eat together," he said.

"It's not. But if Faiz cries later, how?"

I heard a rough breath coming from Afriz's nose. "Try from earlier you walk cepet, keep hunting up, we can have finished eating. Here we are, noisily fuss gini, which is a waste of time for unnecessary things. The mountain rises, so. Here, helmet is worn."

Feeling no need to argue, Zaya also said.

"Where are we going?" Afriz asked while waiting for Zaya to wear a helmet. His tone and intonation were like Boots when he asked Dora.

"But I don't carry a backpack, I don't have bangs. Puneya jambul," Afriz grin. Through the rearview, he found Zaya who was preparing to sit on her side. "Sit does not need to be tilted," he rebuked fiercely.

Luckily, this time Zaya wore a subordinate to the culottes. So, he had no trouble riding a duck bike in front of him.

He was actually in contact with Afriz for the first time, without any Faiz like a week before they were married. Even his hands hugged Afriz's waist as a handle.

Even though it is so awkward and feels silly, this is how they should be in their position. The condition is certainly considered romantic by anyone who sees, but laughable for Zaya as the main culprit.

"Have you?"

Zaya just nodded. "Udah."

"There, down."

"Damn!" Inevitably, Zaya pinches her annoying interlocutor. Hence, yet it had already published the laughter of the man in front of him.

After that, he could feel that the motor bolted out of the parking building.

Flickering lights from various sources, accompanying the trip 'dating' a husband and wife. The speed of the motorbike is not so fast, so Zaya can freely look at the rows of buildings on the side of the road they pass. "Where are we going to eat, Mom?"

But Afriz did not answer. The man seemed to think for a while, considering some of the best options. "Around the square, will you?"

"Can."

Then Zaya tightened her body towards her husband, breaking the gap between them. Automatic, the handle is getting tighter.

Then his gaze met with the direction of Afriz's gaze which was both fixed to the rearview at the same time. "Why smile?" ask Zaya.

"It's okay." Now the focus of Afriz's vision is shifting forward, focusing on the road. Although occasionally still glancing at the rearview lyrics on the front right side, checking Zaya's expression from there. "Cold, huh?"

"He-uh." Zaya nodded, then pressed her chin onto her husband's shoulder. Seeking warmth, he had to ignore the repeated smile of the man in front of him that he could see from the rearview mirror.

But at the same time, his eyes caught something behind them. "I've seen that man before, Mas," he reported, after several times he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his vision.

Perhaps because the square was near, so Afriz's reaction was so relaxed. The man continued to drive the vehicle at a steady speed until he arrived at his destination. Not affected by complaints from his wife.

Even after parking the bike on one side of the square, Afriz was still calm. He took off the jacket in a calm motion. "What?" he asked, as soon as he found Zaya pointing in a direction.

"He's Vita's mom, isn't he?"

Afriz confirmed that the woman Zaya referred to was Vita. "Why ask that?"

"It's okay, anyway. Only, when he went home, he was the same man. They're dating, huh? What is a husband and wife?"

"I knew Vita had children and was married. So, maybe she's her husband."

Afriz himself did not know who and how the husband of Vita, because he had never met.

After all, this needs to be grateful if Vita's relationship with her husband improves again. It should have been so.

"Maybe. After all, I'm mergokin they're both mulu."

"It's their business, it has nothing to do with us. Therefore, let's not lose to them, we need to hold on as well."

Afriz put up a hand for Zaya gandeng. However, the response forced him to hold a smile when the movement of the woman next to him was suddenly awkward when he wanted to link his hands before continuing the journey.

Either count how ridiculous this happens during both of them being husband and wife.

By God, their marriage was almost seven months old. Even Afriz had memorized every part of Zaya's personal body that he had plastered many times.

But why does it feel like you've only been married for seven days?

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