Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
The arrival of Una

Zaya escorted her husband to the porch, asserting the tips she had repeatedly heard from the same man so that he was not too tired.

"Tell your mom, yeah, 'Don't be lazy to eat, ' that's it." Afriz stroked his wife's flat stomach. "No more nausea, right?" he looked at Zaya.

"Sometimes still nauseous, but not often. Only, now if the meal becomes all bitter. That's what makes you eat."

"There's a reason for that." Afriz wears a helmet, then rides a motorcycle. "What are you going to bring?"

"As much as I want to bring what," Zaya replied while cleaning the small leaves attached to the husband's jacket.

"Cock whatever? You're the one who craves, not Mas."

"Now they don't want anything. Later if I want something, I'll tell you, deh."

"Ready, Mistress." Afriz put his hands in a respectful position, after which he turned on his motor.

"Mas" called Zaya, before her husband left.

Afriz's left eyebrow is raised. "What?"

"Just ask. Three days on what date?"

"The eighteen-year date. Why?"

"Mas want something, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Afriz finally remembered. "Your monthly money, right? If so, remember."

The reply from Afriz just now made Zaya sigh in disappointment. Turns out her husband forgot, or maybe even didn't know that three more days were twenty-one years old.

Accompanied by a lump in the heart, Zaya let go of her husband.

After Afriz died, Zaya was still observing the road in front of the yard. There, a cat approached him. "Pusses. Here," call him.

The cat paused for a moment, confirming who greeted him. Then running around when he knew that the one who called was the hostess he originally wanted to visit.

The three-colored cat approached, then stuck his head on Zaya's palms and feet to seek warmth from there.

In fact, Zaya has long wanted to keep cats. But Afriz says cats can spread disease, preventing a woman from having offspring.

"You're pregnant, huh, Cing?" zaya asked, shortly after noticing the belly of the ownerless female cat in front of her. "You wait here, yeah. I'll get some food first."

"Meow."

While waiting, the cat broke down. His eyes began to crumble, as the body warms after a while basking under the sun this morning before noon.

Then the cat woke up when Zaya had returned to bring him some food.

"You eat a lot, let your baby be healthy" Zaya said, similar to Afriz when persuading him to eat.

The difference is, Afriz uses the phrase 'our baby', not 'your baby' as Zaya says.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said someone Zaya was unaware of.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Zaya replied as she stroked the cat in front of her. Then look up, make sure who the guest is. "Una sister?"

Una smile. "Over time, we didn't meet. You how are you?"

"My news is good, brother."

It felt like Zaya asked a lot of things to the woman in front of her. "Where have you been all this time?" one of these.

But instead, "Son, how are you?"

"My news is good too. Just don't calm down because I lost track of my son."

Once aware of the dominating stiffness and frostiness, Zaya quickly returned a smile. "Please stop by, brother. It's not nice if we talk here."

...***...

"Aren't you alone?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ooh." Zaya nodded, understanding that all the events that befell them were not very influential for this interlocutor.

Despite having experienced the most unwanted things by a woman, Una is still Una; the son of a district official whom he knows independently. When it falls, it remains in another layer of sky filled with stars.

Zaya, meanwhile, is understanding. Without having to fall, he was already on the ground, which when mired could be directly buried alive.

"Do you know where I live here?" asked Zaya, after sitting down and putting a cup of tea to the guests in front of her.

"From Pam. He's the one who told me you lived here." Now Una smiled, for whatever reason. "Are you married?"

"Old old?"

"Yes, almost nine months, I'm."

Una nodded in understanding. "Udah filled?"

"Alhamdulillah it is."

Although feeling gamang over the reality obtained, Una again nodded in understanding. "What did you know you were married?"

"Where is it, brother?" ask Zaya, pretending not to understand.

"She's loved you for a long time, hasn't she?"

Zaya's body suddenly stiffened, not really understanding why Una said so. "I don't know. But he's ordinary, really."

Again Una smiled, though he could not believe Zaya's words.

Because she wanted to be looked at like anything, she already clearly knew how Pam felt about the unusual Zaya.

Because he himself had heard Pam repeatedly mention the name Zaya when the night was related to him.

Then, only the silence was mutual. Both are out of conversation.

"Faiz .. where?" asked Una finally, when he did not see the figure sought so far.

Zaya had expected it to be like this. But he could not be childish by preventing Una from meeting his son. Sooner or later, all this will happen.

Ready is not ready, it must be ready. There was no point in hiding Faiz's whereabouts, then the cry was not clear by feeling that he was more entitled to Faiz.

"She was sleeping again. If you wake up, I want to take a bath" said Zaya. "In a moment, Brother."

Zaya quickly moved from her seat, then to Faiz's room and continued to the bathroom, where Faiz usually played water while cleaning his body.

Instinct as a mother brings Una steps following Zaya who has already entered first. It seemed that he was impatient to meet the boy who had been entrusted to Zaya for one year, so he was presumptuous to follow the hostess.

From behind the bathroom door, Una could see the fat little man. Her son grew up well, as she had expected before she left the baby to Zaya.

Without notice, tears had drenched one of Una's cheeks. To the extent that the woman was unconscious when Zaya turned her head towards her.

"Sir ... want to bathe Faiz, right?" zaya asked with a trembling voice.

After rubbing her wet cheeks, Una just nodded. Touched. He would love to touch his son. First time since last year. "Can?" tanyanya.

Despite having to endure the sobs and tears that almost escaped, Zaya nodded. After that entrust Faiz to the woman in front of him. "Take Brother take a bath in Faiz, I take his clothes first huh, Brother."

Then Zaya quickly ran after Faiz changed hands.

Whether it's bad that Faiz has met his birth mother or is sad that Faiz is leaving soon, Zaya doesn't know.

All he knew was that his tears were currently flowing down both cheeks. The issue did not escape to follow, with the door and the wall bearing witness.

"O Allah" he said. "I didn't want Faiz to come with me because I couldn't guarantee a life for him. I too am still pursuing my dreams, still enjoying my youth. But now, after I consider him a part of me, why would Brother Una come to take him?" he continued while sobbing.

Zaya regulated her breathless breathing. "Faiz is sometimes crazy. Often make me tired because ngajakin play mulu. Sometimes I don't know if I'm sick. He also always bothers me with Mas Afriz if we want to be alone. But I love him so much, because now he's the only one who wants to meet me when people are away from me."

For a loner like him, one friend who can understand his situation is very meaningful.

A few months ago, he had two friends chatting while Afriz was at work, Faiz and Pak Hidup.

Now, Faiz remained with him, after the departure of Mr. Life to a more eternal life.

If Faiz leaves him, he doesn't know who he'll be friends with.

Afriez? That man Zaya couldn't count on being a chat partner like Faiz and Pak Hidup.

Her husband can only be her friend when at home, and the time is very limited.

Although it can be used as a place to complain, the man even often underestimate something that is very important for him.

Makes it more hesitant to spill everything that stuck in the mind.

"You're cold, huh?"

A final-goal greeting from someone in the other room, instantly resuscitated Zaya. He got up from his position that was originally sitting behind the door, then picked up clothes, pants, telon oil, and baby powder for Faiz who must have been cold because he was waiting for his arrival.

Then bring the objects to where Faiz and Una are, to be worn to the little man who just finished the bath.

...***...