Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Contant Bonuses

Sunlight slid through the windows and glass tiles, peering at Zaya who was prostrating.

The spotlight spread, then greeted the figure behind the woman.

Faiz followed his mother's movements. Although just standing and sitting, the small man with a slanted kiss looks solemn when participating in the prayer duha.

Although a few seconds later it was busy playing around the edges of the small prayer mat overwritten by his own body, at least it was better than tugging at the mukena Zaya as usual.

The increasingly visible luster of the baskara bandaged Zaya's face.

It gives the impression that the woman actually has a brighter light than the sun itself. The heat is much more radiant.

Tell the world that this is the real form of harmony between the face and the heart, which blends together without betraying each other.

After rubbing his face using both palms, Afriz's wife turned her head. He found Faiz sitting while tugging at the thread on the edge of the prayer hall with his solemnity. "What are you pulling?" tanyakanya.

One funny thing about Faiz and Zaya's communication is the understanding of each other. Zaya always asked what was not so important, while Faiz could not answer fully. So, Zaya also took a long time to find out what Faiz meant.

Zaya offered a prayer to soften the heart. Then rubbed and blew Faiz's crown, then settled down to look at this small figure in front of him.

Now Zaya led Faiz to sunbathe in the yard next to the house, then plucked two red guavas that had been cooked and reached by his hands.

After that wash the freshly picked fruit through the tap next to the house, then eat it.

Since yesterday afternoon, she did not do any work, because it was forbidden by her husband. He just brushed and washed the dishes. Already, that's all. In fact, he is easily bored if he does not move as usual.

While on the other hand, he was easily tired at the age of the womb which turned out to have entered this sixth week.

Zaya's elbow touched Afriz's arm, encoding for her husband's head to come closer to her. "Mas, tanyain," she whispered to her husband.

"What?"

"And just now Madam Midwife said, I can't do too much activity first. If so, I can still pray, right?"

Afriz's left eyebrow was raised, accompanied by a frown on his slightly sweaty forehead. "Well, why can't we pray?"

"I'm afraid that if I get along, the baby's buckled and why."

Afriz chuckled amusedly at the worried answer. "It can't be that, it is."

"Tanya tanya, yes, Mas."

In order to make his wife relieved, Afriz actually asked about the impact of the position of the hutuk when praying for the baby.

*Bu Midwife's reaction is exactly what Afriz responded to a moment ago. The middle-aged woman giggled for a while before answering, "Yes, her name is pregnant with the first child, every expectant mother must have concerns that the baby will be okay.

"But take it easy, curry motion when the prayer is safe. It will not have any adverse effect on the baby. It's just that, if the baby gets bigger, the movement of the mother becomes less free. If the baby is not going to do anything. Most importantly, be careful*."

"Tuh, horrified, Yang. Our baby will not be okay, if only invited to pray. Unless you pray it while koprol. Yeah, right, Miss Midwife?" seloroh Afriz, who was immediately met with a spoiled pat on his arm.

"Rubber. Ms. Zaya can still move freely, as long as the movements you make are not too extreme."

*Afriz nodded, then turned to look at Zaya. "What are you asking, still here?"

But the target of the question was shaking, not knowing what to ask. "

Oh yes, almost forgetfulness," said Afriz, just remembering something. His attention has been focused back to the Midwife. "My wife is only 21 years old. Does it affect the birth process?"

He really wants to make sure that the birth process of the baby will not have a harmful influence on his wife*.

*Zaya's gaze was fixed on her husband, who unexpectedly asked.

From the corner of his eye now, he could find a look of solemnity from the figure next to him concerning the presence of their baby.

Since she was declared pregnant, her husband was so enthusiastic to ask many things and listen to the explanation of the midwife in front of them*.

"Thank God, sir, Mom, that's a safe age to give birth. The risk of a significant birth process that occurs on average to women under the age of 20 years. The cause can be because the walls of the uterus and birth canal of the baby has not been formed perfectly, or because the mental condition of the mother-to-be who is actually not so ready. As I see it, your wife is ready to have children." Bu Midwife's view turned to Zaya. "That's it, isn't it, Mom?"

Zaya smiled awkwardly. "Hm .. yes."

"*Good, then. Most importantly, Ms. Zaya did not have to believe too much what the person who said that giving birth was very sick. It hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much as women who have never given birth imagine.

"Again, it seems like your partner is very ready to be a husband on standby. So, just enjoy the pregnancy period with relaxation, do not be tense. Most importantly, prepare yourself as best you can during pregnancy. Yeah*?"

A sigh of relief was heard clearly from Afriz's nose, upon seeing the enthusiastic nod of Zaya. At the very least, he had already found an antidote to his own concerns about the condition of the wife. "Thank you."

At first glance, many people see that Zaya's life is so good and has no significant challenges.

The way of his life seemed straight, as if he had never found a climb, derivative, let alone a hollow road that forced him to take another direction to 'turn'.

In fact, the woman only enjoys the climbs, derivatives, and hollow roads that it crosses. Although occasionally he was tempted to turn then out of the path passed, in order to arrive at the destination by lightning.

However, he chose the straight path to this day. Not straight in the sense without turning at all, but just following a path that is special for him.

And arguably, what people see is the fruit of small steps only.

Though not so at all. His father used to be a slave laborer, and relied solely on the crops to make ends meet and send his children to school.

She must also be willing to be ostracized for daring to fight against the tradition that encapsulates her own hamlet, and can be dubbed as an old virgin since she was only eighteen years old.

On the other hand, there is a lot of fear when he married an old man when he was young.

Moreover, based on his father's chat with one of his neighbors first, it turns out there is someone who is obsessed with making it as a third wife, even after he just experienced the first menstruation.

Then now, people thought that being Afriz's wife was the greatest achievement in the life of an Ihzaya Nurina.

How not? Her husband was handsome, well-established, and became the dream of many women. Still coupled with words and body language that could shake the faith.

Zaya herself did not deny that her husband did have a sweet mouth more than saccharin. It is evidenced by the conversation that took place at one time.

At that time, Afriz had just returned to work. But instead of resting, the man received a guest. Forcing Zaya to patiently wait for the chat of two grown men in the living room.

"Mas," he called, as soon as the guest had excused himself.

"Hm?"

"Who was that supposed to be?"

"Locker."

"What else do you want to build?" ask Zaya, astonished.

At one time, their house was quite spacious, complete, had a garage and capable tools as well. So, according to him, there is no need to add anything more.

"Building the future with you."

Although blushed, Zaya tried to be normal. "Idiiiih," he replied, to which he was met with a ticklish response by his interlocutor. But he's still curious. "The real answer, dong. Call a handyman for what?"

Afriz did not answer immediately. The man still finished off the rest of his gel taste. "So ask for help let the kitchen in our house be plastered smooth all painted. Let's not be weird that we see it."

Zaya's mouth forms the letter 'o', indicating that she understands. "But it's okay, if our kitchen does not need to be plastered, Mas?" tanyanya.

"At first, yeah. It was postponed first mlester kitchen wall. To the extent that it was not touched for years, because Mas more often eat outside than cook himself. But now you are in the kitchen every day. So, I'll make you more comfortable there."

Zaya was silent. There was a sudden warm feeling greeting his cheeks.

It felt like there was no good reason for him not to fall into the charm of the figure next to him. Because the longer he was with this man, to be honest, his feelings of love grew.

Of love?

Does he love this guy next to him?

He certainly had no trouble answering that question. Of course, the answer is yes. That feeling will continue to grow in him.

"Keep, the exchange only asked mlester kitchen wall?"

"No, lah. So ask for a fish pond next to the house."

"Oh, do you want some fish?"

"Yes. If there's time, I'd like a bird's noodle too."

"What bamboo?"

Instead of answering immediately, Afriz glanced at Zaya. His expression was so awkward. "Yes a real bird, it is. Time, what bird?"

"Huh?" Zaya looked at her husband, strange. His expression clearly did not understand. "Yes, I mean real birds too. I thought, what bird am I asking?"

Really, she did not understand the meaning of the vocabulary 'bird' meant by her husband.

It was this incident that confirmed how sweet, adorable, and irritating Afriz was to Zaya.

In addition, he must think much more mature than his age. Afriz's thinking, which for him is too old, often causes confusion of its own.

If their child is born, Zaya wants a daughter. Because if he is a boy, he cannot imagine if the nature of Afriz decreased to their children. Of course, it will add to the chaos of the mind and drain more energy.

The more here, Zaya increasingly understands the situation. Being the wife of the man was a 'concrete bonus' from God who had toyed with him in these kinds of situations and conditions. 

However, everything doesn't just stop there.

Being the man's partner means he has to thicken his eyes and ears. Also ready to sacrifice her dreams, by staying focused on being a wife as well as a housewife during their marriage.

Even if one day he was given the opportunity to, at least feel the college again, it was an immeasurable gift.

But she was not very hopeful, considering she was pregnant like this. Of course there will be a lot of expenses to be borne by her husband, as well as her own time and energy which will be mostly reduced to take care of their children and their household.

Moreover, after the baby she contains is born, her priorities must have changed.

...***...