Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
The Hamlet of Matamu

Zaya's return to Hamlet Matamu horrendous neighbors Zaya who are inexhaustible looking for the family's reproach the woman. Moreover, Zaya visited her mother and father only alone, without a husband.

Meanwhile, Afriz just drove up to the bus stop carrying the woman, and let go of Zaya until the vehicle actually drove.

Rumors that there is a problem that is plaguing the household Zaya and her newly married husband for two to three months, certainly a hot topic that is ready to be spread without knowing the origin.

Such are the approximately sophisticated efforts and are often considered scientific, but cannot be proven alone, but it is always interesting to them.

"That, look. Not even three months have gone home to his parents. There must be a problem, that is. Surely the man was disappointed with the original Zaya."

"From the beginning, the marriage was not healthy, so there was easily a problem."

Those comments finally reached Bu Darmi's ears. The middle-aged woman could only shake. Inexhaustible. Indeed, what the hell are the neighbors looking for, to the point of taking too much care of the household life of his son?

"Your relationship with your husband is good, isn't it, even if he's here?"

Zaya was surprised to hear the question just now. "OK, coke. Very good even. It just so happens that Mas Afriz no longer has time here, so do not come."

"Thank God, if there's nothing." Miss Darmi looked at her daughter. "You filled in?" tanyakanya.

"Fuckin?" Zaya asked back.

"Pregnant."

Zaya smiled awkwardly. "Yet. Afriz doesn't want to have children. He said Faiz was too small to have a sister. So, yeah, wait for Faiz to get a little edean."

"You're with KB?" cecar Bu Darmi's.

Zaya shook her head innocently.

Miss Darmi patted her forehead. Then the woman in blue rubbed her face. "You've never had a husband and wife at all?"

This time Zaya nodded.

"Astaghfirullah, Son. Your husband's rights you've never given?"

Zaya believes that the rights meant by her mother must have long-tail.

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Zaya sent a voice message to her husband. "But I love watching movies on You Tube. Incidentally, here tomorrow night there's a puppet show, Mas. Live broadcast. Wanna watch, won't you?"

Long enough Zaya waited for a reply. Maybe Afriz was not disturbed, so up to two minutes he waited, reply chat that he had not found.

Zaya continued her activities of braiding. Although it has entered the beginning of the rainy season and the price of braids on the market began to fall, the amount of braid production of his family remains consistent.

"Now our neighbors do not make braids, because Lik Yati again does not accommodate braids from residents. Why do you make it?" ask Zaya.

"This is Mr. Tio Karang Wetan's order, yes. What is a fortune, who knows? It turns out that our fortune is only from the results of selling braids to Lik Yati, but from others as well. What matters is that we keep working. It turns out that many believe in the quality of our artificial braids, thank God. After all, we have long since sold braids to Lik Yati. But, yes indeed that windfall was, it was arranged by Gusti Allah."

Zaya nodded, confirming her mother's words. But he was curious about something. "Stop selling braids to Lik Yati, it's been a while?"

Then, silence. The chatter of the child and the biological mother was replaced by the sound of a dispute between thin bamboo strands with each other.

Zaya was very understanding and suddenly felt guilty to her mother. The last five months that this woman next to her meant, that was the first time she brought Faiz into this house. Of course, Lik Yati, the mother of one of his SD friends, did not want to take the risk by accepting the braid made by his mother.

Unknowingly water droplets flowed from both of Zaya's eyes. When he tried to hold back so that the water flow did not flood his face more and more, his throat hurt. His chest suddenly tightened. His breathing began to drift.

"Zaya wants to see Faiz first." He left the braid sheet that had been woven up to one and a half meters by two meters.

Zaya headed for her room with half-running steps, and dared not show her face to the mother. To the extent that he also did not hear the speech of his mother.

Then the young woman cried without a sound when she really reached the room, accompanied by a raindrop that supported the sad atmosphere in her heart.

"Ndhuk, hape you sound. Maybe something's important." Bu Darmi's voice sounded from behind the door.

Zaya hurriedly wiped her tears, removing the traces of water she could not control. As hard as guilt that doesn't know where it ends. "Yes, just a minute." Then he got up to fulfill his mother's call.

Ms. Darmi handed over her child's mobile phone, then smiled as she saw her child's eyes in a puddle.

Even without having to explain, he knew what had happened to his daughter. The face of the sweet woman in front of him. "Yes, yeah, don't cry anymore. Ndhak. It's not all your fault, it's not Faiz's fault either. Even what you did was right. Just, yes you know for yourself how most people in our village."

Hearing that, Zaya's cry broke out again. The woman who gave birth to him. "I'm sorry, Mom, Zaya so keep bothering you."

"Already, already. There are children who trouble parents. After all, I am grateful for this incident. You become more mature and more loving, so closer to your father and great-nature. Your job now is to take care of Faiz as well as possible, and look after your family. Accept your husband, give what you can to your little family.

"Not to be discouraged. Everyone must be wrong, including you. Whether you want to learn or not. Don't listen to what you don't need to hear, don't look at what you don't need to see. Yea?"

Zaya nodded. He could feel the elusan at the base of his shoulder, as a reinforcement as well as the calmness that his mother tried to transmit.

"Easy-after. Don't cry anymore. Later Faiz so have a rival, if you often cry too."

Zaya nodded again. Then smile. There was a warm feeling in his heart. If there is a higher saying than the words "sorry" and "thank you", he would love to say it to his mother.

After her mother left, Zaya stared at her right palm. The phone is there.

His mother said his smartphone sounded. There may be a reply from her husband. And it's true. Afriz replies to voice messages from her in a similar way: via voice mail as well.

"This is a hidden invitation to watch?"

Zaya pressed the microphone symbol on her phone screen while talking. "Hiiih is very sad. It's just telling you. Who else is watching? I don't like watching movies anyway. Sleepy make. My mother, whose soul is already my father?"

"When are you home?"

Zaya was a bit surprised when Afriz no longer discussed puppets. "Lusa noon, right, according to the agreement."

"Pick up."

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