Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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As in the previous days, no customers have come in this morning. Because it has become a routine that people print and take photos when entering lunch.

With such circumstances, Afriz could freely read the brochure he had found in front of the studio door.

"Mom and baby spa" began. "Baby spa and relaxation package, one hundred and twenty thousand. Promo package massage pregnant women and totok face, one hundred and eighty thousand."

The man nodded. He's interested in spoiling Zaya. So without wasting more time, he took a picture of the brochure in his hand to send to his wife. After that, wait for a response from across there.

Looking at the wedding photo on the desk, Afriz smiled. Then, his attention turned to the ring that was coiled on his ring finger.

The man remembered, almost nine months ago said the phrase kabul ijab in front of Mr. Kuswin who became the guardian of Zaya's marriage.

If you remember again, the household he is now living is indeed unexpected and emotional.

A lot of pull-outs that color the braid of his relationship with Zaya before it gets to this point.

There has not been three hours of separation with his wife, Afriz is longing again. So now he looks at the screen of his phone, observing the sweet face of Zaya presented in the photo gallery.

Pose Zaya was so relaxed and did not face the camera, considering Afriz took pictures without his wife's knowledge.

In the picture that Afriz is looking at now, Zaya wears a white-styled sweater and is decorated with pictures of a cat's nose and whiskers. The black and long hair of the woman was left untouched.

With such an appearance, in the eyes of Afriz, Zaya is still suitable if she becomes a High School child. This automatically makes him feel old.

Even after taking the photo, the young man suddenly said, "If you go out, don't wear it."

"What?" ask Zaya doesn't understand.

"If you go out of the house, do not use the sweater you wear now" explained Afriz.

"Why? Kan Mas who gave me this. Yeah, I'm wearing it, I'm."

"Later if we go together, you want to be mistaken for om-om?"

"Mas can wear t-shirts, so it looks younger and is not considered om-om."

It is true that Afriz can display the young side through casual clothing and more slang. But letting Zaya look so cute when outside the house is tantamount to widening the chances that she is seduced by other men.

Well, this event makes him have to tighten protection against the wife. Because the faith that he currently enjoys should only be witnessed by himself alone.

That's the story behind the cute photo that Afriz is smiling at. Then arbitrarily the mind of this man triggers a solution. "Print, ah."

Even though without having to print it in a two-dimensional form, he could have enjoyed Zaya's face as a whole when at home. No need to behave like a big new kid like now.

While waiting for the process of copying data from the phone to the computer, Afriz got up from the chair to take a photo paper.

But accidentally his hand nudged a pile of unused paper so that some scattered.

Quickly the man cleaned up again.

"Eh, this is Zaya's property when applying here?" he muttered in wonder, as soon as he saw that there was Zaya's name among the papers he was rustling.

Then the man read the biodata on behalf of Ihzaya Nurina, then found something.

"The message was Zaya asked me to remember what was not. So, in three days' time for her birthday?" Afriz scratched his non-itchy head. "What a hodgepodge, huh?"

Really, guessing Zaya's will needs its own technique. Because, his wife is indeed not to be guessed carelessly about taste.

But if based on his past experience, Zaya must have received all the goods given by him. So, actually giving a gift to his wife is not a confusing thing.

Afriz actually wanted to say some things that Zaya should have heard straight from her mouth.

The momentum is right, although it feels very late and he is impressed like a teenager who is just the first time in love.

"But what's the talk, huh?" ask him to himself.

The man now sits while looking at his wife's biodata. Then I remembered something.

Afriz cleared his throat for a while before starting the emotional speaking exercise.

Then the young man laughed amusedly as he recalled and realized the silliness he was creating.

"Blog*k!" it means that it can only be heard by itself. "We are husband and wife who almost have children. Yes, he definitely wants to, is."

The man must have understood how Zaya responded to such things.

Allegedly, the wife will reply, "We are already married, already want to have children too, Mas. Why am I still being asked if I want to marry Mas or not?"

Yes if so, Afriz must respond how, try?

Luckily, his confusion over this kind of condition has found an antidote when his smartphone receives an incoming message notification from Zaya.

But without reading the whole thing, Afriz immediately contacted the number of the wife.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What are you doing, why are you bored?" tanyanya.

"Nothing. Hehe."

"habit." Afriz. "Oh, yes. Have a look at the brochure, right? Want, no?"

"Oh, that? I want to, Mas. Let it relax. But when?"

"When do you want it?"

"Tomorrow, may?"

"Not today, guys?"

"No, deh. There are guests now."

Afriz's feeling is bad. "Who?"

"Una, Mas."

Hearing one name just now, Afriz now understood why Zaya's breathing was gnawing.

Because in addition to struggling to raise their children who are still too small, the woman is trying to organize her heart and emotions.

"Quiet, yes, dear."

"Yes." Yeah."

Afriz was still waiting for what Zaya would say again, while reading the message from Vita who had just entered.

Vita: [We can meet, so you are more free to choose which car you want to take. You know, there's a new release, which I'm sure you'll like. When do you have time?]

[Tomorrow, but maybe a little night] Afriz replied.

"Mas." The call from across, now grabs the attention of the man.

Afriz put his phone to his ear again. "Why?" he asked, when his hearing caught the anger of the breath of the other person across there.

"Egois not really, if for a while I batesin their meeting time, as much as I'm ready?"

"No, you're not selfish. Even with you welcoming Una without a grudge, you are great. And Mas understands, if you are not ready to release Faiz. But Mas is also convinced, you can make the best decision."

There was a sigh of relief from across the street, before Zaya said, "Let's say, Mas."

Afriz nodded, though Zaya could not see him. "Yes, equally. I'm sorry that I can't help you with this."

"It's okay, really. Yeah, I'll hang up the phone."

A message from Vita's number, Afriz read again after the phone connection had been cut off.

Okay. Tomorrow night we meet. For the hour n the place, only news

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