Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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After sending his last message to Vita, Zaya smiled with relief.

He does have hope that Afriz has put it in his heart.

The proof is this baby in his womb, if he may claim it.

[Will you go home yet?]

[I want to eat poor bakwan. Buy it all, yes]

His message is now marked tick one. Sent, but not yet received by her husband.

"Later to be read, too" he murmured. Convincing yourself in the midst of disappointment because they never get a response.

While waiting for her husband to come home with his order, Zaya opened an Instagram account.

It seems that for a long time he did not look at the dish on the application that is considered the showroom.

Last he opened probably before Mr. Life died, because he often upload photos of gardening activities with the in-laws.

Posts of someone tagging Afriz's account became the top view of Zaya's Instagram account homepage.

Just three minutes ago, it means the photo was uploaded tonight, and certainly not long ago.

While his attention was already fixed on the quote accompanying the picture.

Tercyduqese. Just wait for the invitation if you both have returned me

"Reverse?" zaya whispered to herself, not knowing who was in a restaurant with her husband in the photo she was currently observing.

Curiosity reflexively leads his fingers through another marked account.

Then she found the figure of Vita in each photo, which became clear evidence that what is meant by "reverse" is her husband with the woman.

"Mas Afriz has Vita ever dated?"

Without wasting more time, Zaya returned to the original post to read the incoming comments, which were mostly a prayer for Vita and Afriz to quickly establish a relationship like before.

[Hopefully reverse the truth]

[From a long time ago you were a very envious couple]

[Buruan disperse]

[Loh, don't you have a husband and kids, do you? Still sweet]

[Lah the Afriz is also married. How are you guys?]

[It's best for you. Ignore the mouth2 ninyir who likes to take care of other people's lives, ta. You never ask for food from them. Anyway, one hundred percent I support if you guys really back up]

[Which fools don't go where]

[Newly also hammering. Are there any more ta?]

@vita_0143 Rame. Haha.

[Ni the new widow even laughed, mentang2 invited to a romantic dinner with the most beautiful ex.]

[Emang should be gini, right? Kan you who nemenin him when he was at the beginning of the business stub. Not very funny if who enjoys it is someone else who is just the good part to pray]

Once again, Zaya observed the photo plastered on the screen.

There was a heat rush on his eyes and chest, when he saw what was presented in front of his eyes now.

When she cravings poor bakwan that the price is not much, her husband is eating romantic together with his ex-girlfriend who is now a widow.

Moreover, Afriz's mobile phone is off. It was as if telling him that the man did not want to be disturbed.

Though there has not been a month Afriz persuaded him to want to check the content.

There has not been a month the man expressed a willingness to be a husband on standby, as the role of the husbands who await the arrival of the baby.

Even not even a day last night her husband warned her to take good care of their future baby, as long as the man was not at home.

"No, can't suuzon. Ex-ex. Mas Afriz will not be strange," Zaya convinced himself.

But still, the vocabulary of "reverse" and the support of Vita's friends seemed to deny the positive thought just now.

Who knows, if all this time they were right to establish a relationship behind him. Act as if nothing happened, but without Zaya knowing, both of them could be playing with fire.

[Create this ta. I'm like the others support you a hundred percent. Ignore the bad guys. Because the name of love needs a struggle]

Again, curiosity led Zaya's fingers to follow a link she found in the comments she had just entered, and perhaps could be a manifestation of her conjecture.

The couple seemed to love each other. At once hurt him.

Among the collection of photos, he also found another link in the caption, which he suspected would reinforce all the pieces of the scene he had just seen on the photo displays.

And what he found, was beyond belief.

Through a YouTube channel that seemed to be made specifically by the couple, he saw everything clearly.

"Happy first anniversary for our relationship, honey. Love you, Beib" Vita told Afriz, in the video.

Afriz replied, "Love you too."

Then Zaya gasped, as the woman with Indonesian face but blonde hair kissed the lips of the man who is now her husband.

Breath blocked. His eyes are heating up. Chest churned.

Zaya could clearly hear how the words love and affection were overflowing from the lips of the lovers.

On one occasion, she had never heard Afriz say a similar sentence to her, even during the nearly nine months of their marriage.

The woman can also see in detail the scenes of the two when combining love. A kiss and a hug of affection, manifested without burden. Stare at each other, smile, pinch each other, chase, and end with a love speech. Again. For the number of times I don't know.

"You want to, marry me? Being the mother of my children, being wrinkled with me, seeing our grandkids running around and laughing together in our twilight?"

That far. The relationship between the two is one step away from heading to the guarantee.

Such a romantic proposal, unforgettable, is done by a loved one.

No wonder the clean white woman on the screen suddenly smothered her own mouth, showing indranilla colored cuttings on her fingernails, she said, then nodded timidly as he expressed his willingness to be the companion of the young man who offered him the future.

Meanwhile, Zaya smothers her own mouth to dampen the sobbing that begins to escape her lips.

Because, he unconsciously compares his situation with the woman on the screen.

Zaya recalls how Afriz's proposal to him was delivered by Pak Hidup, then received by his father in the ten days leading up to kabul ijab.

At that moment he was silent. Didn't expect much. There was nothing he could expect from such a wedding plan, even if he wanted to live it wholeheartedly.

And this is the beginning of his mistake, where he engages the heart in every interaction.

"What do you mean, honey?" ask Afriz.

Vita's face is red, looks more embarrassed and more beautiful. "Yes, I want to" he said.

"Can repeat? I didn't hear."

"Yes, I want to be your wife."

They spread warmth through hugs. Shortly after, Afriz's pair of eyes stared at Vita's face with a look of relief and adoration.

Then the young man channeled his affection through a kiss on the woman's forehead in front of him. Long and deep.

Everything is so clear and so real. How the two men of the opposite sex seemed happy when chatting the concept of their dream wedding, how many guests will be invited at the reception, the destination for the honeymoon, the financial plan ahead, how many guests will be invited, the families they will build together, the number of children, until the old days that will always be together, and anyone who goes first is willing to wait at the door of heaven.

Even the design of the house he now lives in, is the design of the husband with Vita. It was only fitting that Vita felt powerful in this house, and Afriz did not take a firm stance on the woman.

Looking at everything in front of him now, Zaya was like reflecting on the cracked and dewy glass. He cannot see his own shadow. The silhouette inside, was much different from his current state.

Because once. One time, only. Afriz has never expressed love for her, his own legitimate wife.

Let alone declare love. When talking to each other a week before the wedding, Afriz simply advised him to accept their marriage without having to feel compelled.

There was never a personal proposal between the two, either before or after they were married.

Though Zaya really wanted - if the way is far from romantic words and the series of words is not as beautiful as poetry - Afriz was willing to propose on behalf of himself.

But seeing Afriz's reaction to her jealousy towards Pam, Zaya should have understood that she had no love for him. For him, Afriz will definitely not feel lost, even though Pam is still trying to get close to him.

Both are totally controlled by circumstances. Until now, the direction of their destination was getting married was increasingly biased. Not necessarily the direction, even though now she is pregnant with the boy. Sadly, she loves her husband unilaterally.

Now, the past is coming. Striking their households that were not built on the foundation of love.

So, what can she expect, if from the beginning of the marriage until now she has never received affirmation from her own husband?

Zaya wiped away the tears that had involuntarily drenched one of her cheeks. Then check the clock while stroking the part of his stomach that is still fairly flat.

"We buy our own food while walking with Kak Faiz aja, yes, Dek," he asked the baby, while holding back the crying after so that the prospective child did not feel sad.

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