Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Foreigners in Their Own Home

The atmosphere where Afriz and Zaya live is more crowded than usual, because there are Afriz friends who visit.

"This is a child, yes. Marriage is not news."

The victim chuckled. "You are far away. There is no party anyway. Ijab kabul only, and the event after it is a gathering place for my family and wife. It's been. That's, right, marriage?"

Now Zaya brought some cups of tea and snacks on the tray for the guests who came to this house to visit her husband.

Not to forget he invited the guests to enjoy a small snack and drink his homemade tea.

"Thank you, Dek" said one of Afriz's friends, representing.

While some of them, there are those who just sipped the tea that was just served.

"So, how good is it to have a wife?"

"What, huh?" Afriz glanced at Zaya at a glance, smiling at the woman. "If you want to eat, someone cooks. If you are tired, someone is tired. That's it, anyway."

"If you want to, stay sharp without worry, yes, Friz?"

"It's not the origin of the plug, either."

Feeling no need to hoard the talk of the men who are increasingly straight, Zaya stepped up to get away from this place.

"Where was your wife, Friz, how was she not seen?"

Now, Zaya's steps are swallowed. Because he was not too far away from them, of course he could hear clearly the question asked by one of Afriz's sohib.

I don't know why, something feels awkward about it. Don't know what, but it's very clear that there's an oddity.

"Yes, where's your wife? Aren't you the one who's sick again?" the other timpal.

Inevitably, from her current position, Zaya glanced at her husband. He was waiting for what the man would say. Hopefully, there's nothing to worry about.

"That was my wife" replied Afriz lightly.

Then he glanced at his wife from his current seat, and found the shock of the woman who was still wearing the basic blue baby doll clothes.

"Where?"

"Just brought a drink."

Afriz's second answer successfully made the guests look at each other to digest the direction of their conversation. Then simultaneously stared at Zaya's back which was further away from them.

"Him?"

Afriz nodded lightly while smiling faintly.

"Seriously?"

Again Afriz assented through a nod.

"I thought he was your sister."

"I thought he was your nephew."

"What if he's my son or my grandson?" sindir Afriz, do not accept because it is indirectly considered om-om.

Instead of being offended, his friends even chuckled amusedly. Almost assented.

"The point isn't that, anyway. We thought you were still married to Vita. If you look at your old date, it feels strange that you married her to another woman," said Tio representing the intentions of her friends.

"Yes. Moreover, you just need a struggle to get the blessing of your papa," continued the others.

Both of Afriz's friends lowered the volume, worried that Afriz's wife would hear him. Also afraid of how-to.

"I didn't expect to marry him either. But whose name is a soul mate, no one knows" Afriz replied.

"Oh, I think there's another guest." Tio whose gaze could reach the area in front of the door, confirmed his conjecture.

"Go in, Pam," said Afriz, knowing that Pam was coming. "Please sit down first."

"Sorry, Mom, interrupt. Just want to send this." Without further ado, Pam just handed over her luggage.

"What's this?" Afriz peeked at Pam's luggage wrapped in her dappled crackle bag. "Conditioned?"

"Yes, take it from Mr. Kuswin."

"Well, so it's a hassle again, huh. Thank you very much, you know."

"Together, Mas. No bother, it's."

"Sit down first."

"Next time, my. Here I am in a hurry. Excuse me." Pam nodded respectfully to the rest of the house, then said hello.

It hasn't been five minutes since Pam asked herself, came Vita.

This time, the guest created a stir when Afriz invited the woman to sit down.

Be the atmosphere today like a reunion, considering Afriz's friends are already very familiar with one of Afriz's ex-girlfriends.

Afriz placed a large bag of kedondong crackers on the table. After that look for the whereabouts of his wife who turned out in the room, was changing clothes.

The man waited until the wife got out of there.

"That's a twinkling from the Father" Afriz said as Zaya walked out.

"The father who sent?" ask Zaya to make sure. "So, where is Father now?" tanyanya enthusiastic. Can't wait to meet his father.

"It wasn't my father who sent. But your ex-boyfriend, uh your ex, tuh. The Pam."

This time Zaya pouted. His lips twitched, muttering indistinctly.

"Not to be manyun. Now make one more drink, gih."

"Make a drink for Pam?"

"Not Pam, but for Vita."

Hearing one name, suddenly Zaya's feelings become unpleasant. "Bak Vita's here again?"

Afriz nodded, not really understanding the change in the look of his wife's face that suddenly did not like. "Yes. Why why?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

Zaya nibbled on her lower lip, not knowing what to use to express her objection. Then painstakingly swallow the saliva.

"Kok he's been here a lot, anyway, Mas?" asked Zaya, venting her discomfort in disguise.

It'sit's nothing. Zaya only clearly remembers how Vita often made her wiggle room narrow for the previous three days.

It was as if the woman knew Afriz better than she did, so she was free to dictate to Zaya.

Also, it was as if intentionally making Zaya look like nothing in the eyes of her own husband.

But there was one more thing he could not take for granted. In addition to the unsatisfactory treatment of the woman, Afriz also did not have the decisiveness to stop the pretentious action of the figure of sexy Vita.

Her husband always thought that these concerns were natural.

Honestly, Zaya wasn't comfortable with that. It was only three days, but it had already made him feel alien in his own home.

To the extent that he questioned, actually the status of Afriz's wife was he or Vita?

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