Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Ngidam Kedondong

Later, Zaya peed more often. No exception now, when the hour hand has been pointed at two to twenty-five minutes in the early hours of today.

After completing her urinary excretion, Zaya was about to return to the room to continue her sleep.

But his intention was not carried out when he saw the husband was watching a football match through a glass screen. He even approached Afriz, when his drowsiness had just vanished.

"How many scores have you done, Mom?"

"Still empty" Afriz replied without letting go of his original view.

"Oh." Zaya is getting closer to her interlocutor. "By nemenin, right?"

Afriz's gaze, which had originally been directed towards television, now turned to Zaya. Then justify his sitting position. "Can. Here, sit here if you want to watch." He patted the rest of the space next to him.

Even before Zaya became pregnant, instead of inviting Zaya to watch a football match, he even turned off the television channel if his wife woke up in the middle of the night or early morning like this. Then invite Zaya 'against the others', which he said is much more exciting and second to none.

Zaya was still walking closer to her husband, and was about to pass by him. But Afriz had already hugged him without permission. "Yahas! I can sit by myself," he said in shock.

However, Afriz instead coded his wife to shut up and look at the television screen. "She wants to watch? Let gini be that." Then secure his sitting position so that he can hold Zaya longer without feeling sore. "Where is today? So you're telling me about Mom and Dad?"

The movements of Zaya who was about to break away stopped. "So." So."

"How come?"

"Mother seems to be very fond, Mas, just know that I'm pregnant."

"Oh, huh?" Although actually not too surprised, Afriz still make sure.

Zaya is also confused. "Yes. In fact, Mother also said, he said that it has been five or seven months and Mother has sustenance, want to make small slametan for our baby candidates. Can you, right, Mas?"

"Can, lah. Go on, what else?"

"We're gonna do some slametan here too, aren't we, Mas? Yeah, minimum of that study. Since the beginning of our marriage, we have never done anything at home" said Zaya a little hope. "Even the reception is not there" he continued in his heart.

"Do you want that?"

Zaya nodded again. "Yes, let prayer for our baby more. So let our relationship with our neighbors also get closer. If you don't mind, we invite orphans too." The event in question, as well as expected to be proof that his relationship with Afriz is fine.

"Okay, if that's it."

As if he had just realized his position, Zaya moved again. "Now, aburin," he whined.

Instead of lowering Zaya, Afriz pointed at her lips. "Kiss first."

Zaya turned her red face away. "No way."

"Yes, that means just gini. Don't ask to come down."

Zaya's hand was still trying to unlock the lock on Afriz's arm. "No need to stop, deh."

"People only ask to be kissed by their own wife, how do you say ngeselin?"

Zaya's cheeks bulging, shy. "It was late this afternoon" he said, very slowly.

"That's the cheek, Yang."

"The same as you."

The short sentence just now brings up a jail grin on Afriz's lips. "Eat him, now just kiss me this afternoon. It's the same. Same way, same person."

Both of Zaya's eyes widened. Her head turned again towards her husband who was currently glancing at her jail.

When it comes to this, the brain of the man who holds it must be quickly connected. Signal is suddenly 4G.

Now he held Afriz's arm, squeezing it slowly to relax his mood as Afriz's face approached.

However, before the lips of the two met, Faiz's cry of hunger rang out.

"Mas" call Zaya. "I think Faiz knows that I'm being nakalin Mas, deh," he reported.

"Astaghfirullah," exhorted Afriz. His grip on Zaya's body was suddenly broken. "If you say kiss aja naughty, make you pregnant what's the name?"

After leaving, Afriz looked back at the television screen.

True what Zaya said, the provisional score was one blank in the 83rd minute. Seven more minutes of extra time. The act of provocation did not escape peppering until the long whistle sounded.

Along with the ad, Afriz yawned. His eyes began to weigh heavily, after confirming that the short hand of the wall clock had pointed at the number two.

There was no reason for him to stay awake. Therefore, he immediately turned off the television and headed to his room with Zaya.

Afriz had just laid down his body, Zaya who had just changed diapers and put Faiz to bed again in the room.

The woman gulped, restraining her current desire. Then approached the husband. Not to sleep, but to wake the man.

"Mas," called.

"Hm?" afriz muttered between conscious and not.

The movements that felt through the motion of the mattress, increasingly disturbing Afriz. "Not sleeping?"

But Zaya just shook her head. The woman bit her lower lip, like holding something back. "I want that, Mom."

But Afriz just muttered indistinctly. "Hm?" while trying so that his eyes can be invited to compromise to be literate again.

Zaya's movement is getting more agitated. His breath is hunting. "I want to."

Afriz's eyes were instantaneous, hearing the seductive words and gestures of his wife just now. Then wake up with enthusiasm.

As a real man, he does not want to disappoint his partner who is in need of caresses. "Must be tonight too? What if there's anything?" the question was earnest, looking at Zaya who was still biting her lower lip and *********** her own clothes.

Now Zaya nodded steadily, her eyes soft. "I really want to" he whispered. And the next moment, he sobbed. "I want to eat kedondong."

Dissolve all Afriz's imagination, because it did not succeed in guessing the contents of the mind of the wife who was actually craving, not thirsty caress. "Well, where are the fruit workers selling?"

Without answering, Zaya got into bed. He passed in front of Afriz, then lay down while covering his body using a thick blanket. Not forgetting he hugged the bolster while sobbing bitterly.

For some reason, it feels like he really wants to eat kedondong fruit. In fact, when in the village, even though beside the house there was a kedondong tree, he never wanted to eat the fruit.

For him, kedondong fruit that tastes sour. Moreover, only the outer appearance is good. While inside, it was only filled with something that resembled roots.

"Tomorrow morning, yeah. Now you sleep. Or Mas the guava now. Otherwise, just rambutan that tastes sour as well. You just choose, want a guava or rambutan?"

"I want it in Kedondong."

"If you want to eat kedondong, yes you must be patient until tomorrow. I promise, tomorrow I'll buy it."

"But I want it now."

Hearing that final short response, Afriz let out a heavy sigh. The rubbing of the face with a ruffled movement, plus drowsiness that began to approach him again.

"Nobody around here has a kedondong tree."

"People aren't coming yet, why didn't they say there is!?"

"Yes you think, I. Gini nights make them look for fruit that is not at home. Anyway I'm so sleepy, yeah."

But Zaya did not respond. Only his stuffing sounds clearer.

Even now, she covers the blanket up to her head in protest because her husband was not immediately moved to find kedondong fruit.

Plus the tone of her husband's speech that was not pleasant to hear so, making his mood more uncertain. So, with the present situation, she immediately turned her back on her husband. It doesn't matter if he's gonna be out of breath any minute.

"Mas himself said, if I'm pregnant, Mas wants to be a husband on standby. But, I just ask that you don't love it," Zaya said, deliberately removing the ultimate weapon.

"Not to cry. Yes, this is leaving now!" break up Afriz amid his drowsiness and resentment.

"Not to be sought, if you are not sincere."

But Afriz was out of the room, which immediately made Zaya feel guilty for forcing her husband to leave in a sleepy state.

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