Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Ask a Baby

Pam drove her vehicle carefully, considering that there were many holes in the road through her. Moreover, the lighting that only comes from the motor alone increasingly minimize the power of vision.

But it turns out there are other riders who are apes. It may be due to lack of caution or drowsiness, causing the motor to lose balance.

Pam several times turned to the right and to the left, making sure that the helmeted man who was hit by the motor really needed help.

"Just a minute, don't move first." Pam stopped, then got off the bike after removing the helmet to approach her interlocutor. "Here are indeed many holes, plus there are no streetlights."

He had a duck bike in front of him. Even though he was not heavy, he had to be careful because there were people under him.

While the interlocutor, straighten the legs that seem to be cramping. Then try to stand up, despite the difficulty. "It does not know if there is no Mas, my fate how. Thanks for helping."

"Together, Mas," replied Pam, checking for cuts and bruises on the legs of the interlocutor. "The injury is good, that's."

"Yes, it feels good." Can Pam see, the man she just helped said while grimacing with pain.

"Then, I'll drive Mas home. But let's wait for my friend first, let's take my bike." Pam reached her hand into her jacket pocket, picked up her cell phone. Afterwards, he asked one of his friends who lived nearby to help him.

"Well, so troublesome like this."

"Look down, Mas." Now Pam is sitting on the street, waiting for her friend to arrive at the location. "By the way, I'm Pam." He introduced himself.

"I'm Afrizal. Be called Afriz or Rizal, same thing."

"Greetings, Mas. Oh, aye. Where are you going and where are you going?"

"From home. My wife cravings kedondong fruit, so I make it at this hour. His intention is to make a wife mengeneng, even I am apes. If this is the case, it is impossible for me to continue looking for kedondongnya."

Pam nodded. Suddenly moved by the efforts of the young husband next to him. "It looks like we've met before, huh, Mas?"

"Looks yes. But where, huh?" Moreover, Afriz felt that he had not only heard the name once or twice. "Oh, what's in the Hamlet of your eyes, huh?"

"Well, yeah. How was that time Mas could be in the Hamlet of your Eyes? Any business?"

"Yes, at the house of the in-laws. Coincidentally my wife's there."

"Oooh, if I may know, what's Mas' wife's name?"

"Pam," called someone, interrupting the conversation of the two young men before Afriz replied.

"Hoi, here," Pam replied after recognizing who had just arrived. "I'm going to take this man to his house. You'll get my bike in the back."

"Lha you know, I don't usually take a motorcycle like that."

Pam's forehead is wrinkled, thinking about the best decision. "I only deliver my motorbike, how? Motor Mas let my friend bring it," he bargained to Afriz.

"Not a problem" Afriz breaks up, then hands over his motor key to Pam's friend.

"The motor should not be taken away," Pam recalled half-jokingly to her friend. "Have, Mom?" the question, turned to Afriz. Then drove off without a strange premonition.

But the longer Pam felt there was something strange about this trip. He's not that foreign to the area he's now tracing.

Isn't this the area where Zaya lives?

"That's my house already visible from here."

"Where, Mas?"

"That's, that's white."

Pam gulps. The man behind her was the house.

Then, he is currently shaking people who live in a roof with Zaya?

So, this man is Zaya's husband?

And what, just now? Zaya is craving?

...***...

"I'm sorry, Mas. Because of me, it's hard to walk this way."

"Yes, Honey. But I didn't bring it home."

"Minded of kedondong. I can do it again sometime," said Zaya. "Thank you there was someone who just cheered and sent him home."

Zaya who was about to put a plaster wound on Afriz's elbow, now glanced at her husband when he remembered who the introduction and the male driver in front of him was.

She did not expect it, it turns out that Pam helped her husband.

After replying to the incoming messages, Afriz placed the phone next to him. Then he noticed that Zaya was seriously treating the wounds on the skin of her feet and hands.

"You know what, don't you? It turns out that Mas met Pam in the Hamlet of Your Eyes, Yang. Pantesan, when I see him again I'm not a stranger."

Although uncomfortable to hear the husband say that name, Zaya still tried to be ordinary. "Oh, huh? When?" he asked while flattening the surface of the plaster that he recently installed.

"When there was a puppet show. He's the one who helped Mas talk to drunk people on the street near Dad's house."

"Ooh."

"At that moment Mas was astonished, the drunkards went straight away when they found out that Pam was coming. He's that influential, huh?"

"To know, yes." After realizing something was wrong with his testimony, Zaya stuttered herself. Then quickly rectify, "I mean, his father he is the former Kades Karang Kidul. So, yeah that's it."

There was an unaccepting look-albeit a shame-on Zaya's face. "Who?"

"Poo."

"Non-freak, huh!"

"Lho, you're the one who said it yourself that you ever had a crush on him."

Afriz laughed amusedly at Zaya who was pouting.

For him, the woman's fondness for Pam is only part of his wife's past.

It does not need to be taken into account, but sometimes it can be a funny material to tease the woman in front of him, who turns out to have a monkey love story as funny as that.

"It's. Now Mas rest, later do not need to work first," said Zaya, ignoring the temptation of her husband. Also do not want to hear a rebuttal from the husband who will definitely insist on working.

But before Zaya moved out of bed to get out of the room, Afriz was already holding back.

Then the man made Zaya's thigh as a pillow for his head that feels nut-nutan as well as sleepy.

Then his ears he put close to the stomach of the wife, wanting to hear the voice coming from inside there. Shortly after, his eyes closed.

Letting Zaya be glued to the firmness.

"Our son's not kidding, is he, Yang?" he asked, still with his eyes closed. But his lips smiled, for some reason.

"Yes can't shake it yet, is. Do you think he's the same age?" timpal Zaya was very anxious, so she published the rarity of her husband.

"It's not the same age, either."

"Lagian Mas asked strangely. He was a very small boy. Kan Bu Midwife has said, at this age the size is the latest in pinky. Moreover, his limbs have not been perfectly formed as well."

"Yes too, yeah. It must be because it's a very small child, the legs that make nendang not strong."

"Well, that's Mas know. But even so, I can handle her heartbeat. I'm thinking too, right?"

This time Afriz's eyes were open. "Where?"

"That's. Deg-deg-deg that."

"You're kali, the deg-degan. Caught, if that's the matter."

Although it is true that Zaya's heart beat faster, the woman still did not accept. "Yes. It's good, that's why."

"Nothing, ah."

Despite his objections, Afriz pressed his ear against Zaya's abdomen. He is fully concentrated. And then find the rhythm of the heartbeat of the future baby.

"Eh, yes it is. Just felt." He was heard and felt again the gurgle that was spread by his son through Zaya's body. "What's he doing, Yang?"

Now Zaya is more astonished at her husband's more strange questions. "Where do I know he's doing it again."

"What are you doing there?" ask Afriz to the fetus in the womb. Silly, he waited for an answer for a while. Then his face faced Zaya, wanting to report something. "He didn't answer."

"Sleep, kali. No need to disturb." Zaya moved her feet that felt heavy because of the tingling. "Mending Mas rest using a real pillow. My feet are getting tingling, huh."

Hearing his wife's complaint, Afriz finally rose from his current position. However, his head accidentally nudged Zaya's chest.

"Big, uh!" reprimand Zaya while closing both arms to the chest, when feeling pain in the area.

Then he tried to get off the bed, but his left leg was like something was stuck. His palms are getting thicker. "I'm having a hard time getting up, Mom," he reported.

"Still tingling?"

Zaya nodded in confirming.

Shortly after, Afriz moved his wife's foot to the side. Then massaging his palms slowly, while occasionally tickling him.

"It's hard, hasn't it?"

But Zaya shook her head. The thick feeling on the surface of his feet had not diminished.

The movements of the legs that were also being massaged were either tickled by her husband, until he could feel something. "Udah, Mas."

After that, Zaya shifted her seat to the side of the bed and prepared to stand up.

Afriz got out of bed to help his wife stand up. "Well, now you're starting to stand up" he said.

Just as Zaya managed to stand up, she immediately sat down again. A more terrible tingling has struck again.

This time he did not dare to move his legs at all. But the husband even pinched and patted his left leg twitching. "Not to be nosy!" hysterical shouting.

"If it's silent, it's not healing." Once again Afriz patted Zaya's left leg.

Although only slowly, his wife was almost crying because it felt less and less.

But instead of stopping, Afriz was even more eager to enjoy the strangulation of the wife because of her ignorance.

...***...