Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Family Planning

Zaya's gaze followed Afriz's steps, who was about to approach her.

She could see her husband picking up a cell phone, then positioning himself as comfortable as possible nearby.

The man's body rested on a stacked pillow and bolster, while his eyes were focused on the phone whose screen was being shifted by his own finger. Act as if no one else, while occasionally smiling towards the flat object that is being held.

Seeing that, long ago Zaya became irritated as well.

"Mas," call Zaya at last.

"Hm?" sahut Afriz without looking at his wife. "Aren't you sleeping?"

This time Zaya nodded. "Not sleepy."

Gaining that short response, Afriz glanced at Zaya while shaking. Now his wife seemed to be fiddling with the blanket agitatedly, as if giving him a code so that he waited for his next words.

Afriz waits while touching and occasionally swiping the phone screen. Pretending to be busy, even though his business with Vita is in order.

"See what?" zaya asked, trying to peek at what was on the screen to the point that Afriz silenced her like this. Curious, he. "Do you think it's busy?"

"Nothing" Afriz replied, but his gaze remained fixed on the glowing object in his hand. Shortly after, he felt the movement of the mattress.

"Mas, look here."

"What, anyway?"

"I'm not fit, wear this?"

Hearing the question just now, Afriz finally turned to observe Zaya who had come down from the bed to show him something.

The woman appeared a little different than usual, by wearing a shirt with no arms, the bottom of which is only limited to the knee.

Tumben, thought Afriz.

Honestly, without having to dress like that, Zaya can already make Afriz tempted. Especially tonight the clothes attached to the woman's body do not wrap her body in front of her perfectly.

Plus the cheeks that began to stew it actually made Zaya many times more beautiful. Makes Afriz's mind wander everywhere.

But then the man shook his head, shaking his mind which was beginning to fuss.

"Not suitable, huh?" ask Zaya. Nad weakened. Disillusioned. "Oh yeah, I'll change clothes if you don't like me wearing this."

"Eh, that's not it." Be late. Afriz's voice could no longer be heard by his interlocutors. His wife had walked quickly to change clothes.

While in the bathroom, Zaya's teary eyes just spill the water. His mind twisted the memory of Afriz's reaction just now.

It turned out that his efforts to pamper the eyes of the man were only appreciated this way. Her efforts to suppress strong feelings of shame and awkward when wearing this seasonal clothing did not produce pleasure for her own husband.

Then the woman faced the mirror. Allahumma kamaa hassanta khalqi fahassin khuluqi, neat in heart.

Then observe the reflection of his face carefully, paying attention while massaging slowly his two cheeks that began to stew. Who knows, in a few moments, it will turn gaunt.

I heard knocking on the door from outside. "Which," call the knocker, Afriz.

"Start, Mom." Zaya immediately cleans the snot. After that, change his current clothes with one of the baby dolls he used to wear on the previous nights.

"Why change clothes?" ask Afriz, as soon as Zaya opens the door.

"Who would mind if I wore that shirt?"

"No one said they objected."

"So Mas himself who harrumphed because he did not agree." Then Zaya passed by her husband, headed for the room again.

Afriz's view was suddenly strange, thinking of all the causes of this silliness.

For him, dealing with a woman like Zaya often makes his head dizzy instantly. His young wife could suddenly frown for no apparent reason.

Little tambbling. Intermittently offended just because of trivial things. Just because he mispronounced or gave a late reaction.

Or indeed women who are indicated to be pregnant can be this messy?

The man followed Zaya to the bed. Then sit cross-legged next to the woman. "The frown will get worse" he god.

Zaya turned her back on her husband. "Belgroff."

"You are such temptations, they are no longer idiots?"

"I don't know."

Holding back a smile, Afriz ventured to ask, "Has not menstruated yet, Yang?"

But Zaya's body stiffened instantly. His face looks stiff. "Yes." Yeah."

"How long have you been late?"

Zaya was counting in her heart while biting her lips, agitated. Then he turned the body. "One and a half months, more or less."

"Tomorrow we'll check, yeah."

Zaya's heart was pounding. His hands are************* a blanket that covers his legs. "If it turns out I'm really content, what, Mas?"

"Not how. You ask me that women don't have husbands." Merta Afriz pinched Zaya's nose. "Mas hope you've changed your mind about the child between us."

Zaya's eyes blinked. She was confused as to how to respond to her husband. His mind was suddenly empty.

"I don't know." Zaya lowered her head while biting her lower lip.

"A-I'm just .. I haven't thought about it at all, Mas. I haven't thought about getting pregnant and having kids."

After thinking of all the logical reasons to refute Zaya's refusal to have a baby, the narration was forced to resuscitate Afriz.

That seven and a half months ago, he married a 20-year-old girl who did not have the desire let alone a mature plan in building a household.

The pure girl who was adrift of eight years of age from him, whose innocence was completely new he took away approximately four months ago.

However, Afriz also had to explain the problems that become friction between them.

He continued to look at Zaya who was not willing to raise her head to look at him. Then he grabbed the woman's chin so that their views met.

"Mas wants to ask. How many times have we been in contact? Don't count because it's too often, right?"

Once she understood where her husband was talking, Zaya stuttered herself.

Masa, she had to count how many times she and Afriz had sex during their marriage?

Realizing this, the woman became amused without cue.

Afriz smiled, still maintaining his position. "try counting. Within a week, we do 'it' can be two to three times, if you are not lost and we are no longer tired. Even if we are both willing, we can do more than that. With the intensity of our relationship that much, ready not ready we must be ready whenever God entrusts children to us. Because we intentionally make."

Because we intentionally make.

Zaya swallowed hard. Didn't her husband have another diction that would be better to hear?

"Again, all the decisions we make are indeed risky, Yang. If we avoid each other so that we are not that, our relationship must even be strange. Indeed, Mas could have used security every time we relate, so you do not concede. But if indeed our destiny has been trusted to quickly have offspring, we inevitably have to accept. Yeah, because of that. We did deliberately make, even though you yourself are not ready to have children."

"But in my village there are many things that KB makes momongan."

"Keep, you want to nunda momongan because you want to emulate them?"

"I don't mean that."

Afriz laughed softly. He could not prevent his hands from bringing Zaya's body into the arms. Letting his wife hide the face on his chest.

"The risk of contraception is much greater, dear. In addition to not being able to fight God's destiny, planting contraceptives, injections, or pills can threaten your health. Mas also do not want, if when you are ready to have children, the side effects of all that turned out to be prolonged and even cause new problems."

"Indeed, if you stop joining KB, you can not automatically have children, Mas?"

"Yes, no, I was. You think, after you quit KB, then we can make it a few times directly into a child, so?"

Zaya nodded innocently. "I think so."

Afriz grinning. "Don't ever join KB, which makes some reproductive organ functions can be stopped. It takes a long time to have a baby. We have made it dozens of times without any safety, but only recently there are signs so. Good thing it makes it good, Yang."

Zaya's hand just pinched the stomach of her interlocutor. "Damn!"

"But want to be as nice as anything, Mas's age is already this -- which you say old. We may not be waiting any longer. Yes, it sounds very selfish because the effect is that you gave birth to our children at this age, the age of Mas is not too young anymore. But you do, don't you?"

However, Zaya fell silent digesting what her interlocutor said. Then ventured to show his face, looking at the man who was hugging him.

"Want a baby boy or a girl?"

Feeling the green light, Afriz's eyes sparkled cheerfully.

"But I want a girl, let there be a meeting."

Although Afriz wished to have a first son, he relented. Zaya is ready to have a baby already thankfully thank God.

"Boy or girl are the same. What matters is that you're her mother." For he also did not know whose prayer would be more valid.

"Again your attitude and your words from earlier are directly opposite, Yang. He said he wanted to get momongan. But were you trying to seduce Mas to be digituin? It's not funny if you don't want to have children yet, but ngajak Mas make children."

Unhypocritical, Zaya does love the intimacy her husband often gives her. It felt unreasonable, as well as making him happy.

But it is impossible that he would admit that. So in response, he further tightened his face with Afriz's clay chest. A response that is too predictable.

"Mas really want to if invited. It's good, anyway, because we're halal," kekeh Afriz, who managed to attract the attention of Zaya.

Chief Zaya looked up, her eyes staring curiously. "What if it's not kosher, Mas?"

"Bikin is not calm because it can be raided by citizens."

"Has ever been raided by citizens?" cecar Zaya, still dissatisfied with her husband's answer just now. His forehead was wrinkled in wonder.

Feeling that he had spoken wrongly, Afriz could only swallow. "Yet, anyway. Uh, never."

"Kok Mas can know that the halal will be raided by residents?"

"In Indonesia it is, if alone with the opposite sex without any marriage ties. Masa, you don't know?"

"Oh, that? Yeah, hell."

Afriz stroked his neck which was suddenly sweating coldly.

Recall that he was once almost raided by residents in the Vita index, when the two were still dating. If not, maybe he had already done the forbidden relationship with Vita.

Luckily, he hurriedly ran away after wearing his clothes and pants again before the residents caught him.

Although it's the past, it seems Afriz is not ready to tell this to his wife.

Moreover, so far God has been very good, which is willing to close the disgrace of his past. Masa, he who actually opened his own disgrace?

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