Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Go home to Father's House

From what Afriz had seen since waking up, Zaya was silent. The woman had not asked him to speak at all.

The wife's face was pale and not excited. In fact, if this hour is usually immediately busy with homework, Zaya instead returned to Faiz's room.

It was this unusual thing that prompted Afriz to follow his wife. He was worried that something might happen to his wife.

Reflex, Afriz attached the back of his right hand to check Zaya's body temperature.

"Dizziness?" he asked, as soon as he felt the unusual body heat through this touch.

Without displaying any expression, Zaya nodded. Then the woman climbed the foam mattress on Faiz's bedroom floor carefully to start sleeping and covering.

His mouth was tightly closed. He refused to interact with Afriz. Even lazy to see her own husband's face. It feels so soft.

"You take a break, don't do anything first." Afriz corrected the blanket that partially covered Zaya's body.

Then settled down, looking at the wife whose eyes began to close. Then his hand came closer, about to grasp Zaya's free palm.

However, just as their skin touched, Zaya had already pulled her hand. He hugged Faiz who was still comfortable in his sleep.

For a moment there was only a lack of. Afriz was still faithfully staring at Zaya whose eyes were still closed.

From the face in front of him, he could see the combination of tired and anxious feelings that were so clear.

Moreover, this body before him started to shiver and break out in cold sweat. So he could not bear to go and let Zaya take care of Faiz alone in this situation.

Although Zaya muttered only indistinctly, Afriz knew that his wife was cold with a fever. "In a moment, Yang."

Facing this situation, Afriz explained. Because during the marriage, this was the first time Zaya had a fever, and she did not know what kind of treatment she should give.

As if not understand the hassles of Afriz, this early in the morning there are already people who visit.

Although lazy, the man still moved to welcome the unshady visitors.

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Zaya felt a little finger infiltrate between her hair, grabbing it slowly. Then, he could feel some pretty powerful claps on his face.

After opening her eyes, Zaya could see Faiz playing with her hair while patting her face. "Faiz," he called her between conscious and not.

The woman's hand went to the eye area when she felt something stuck in it.

Then suddenly panicked when his palm nudged the wet cloth. "Faiz had a fever?" he asked, hurriedly sticking the back of his hand on Faiz's forehead.

"But he's ordinary, really," he continued, still inexhaustible. Then murmured in wonder, "Masa, am I the one with the fever? I'm just a regular dizzy."

Of course Zaya himself does not believe if he is the one who has just had a fever, so it is compressed. Because the last time he had a fever was a long time ago, it seems when he was in second grade Junior High.

"Are you awake?"

As soon as he heard a familiar voice just now, Zaya jumped. He immediately got up from his position. "Bu Lively early in the morning, how come you're here?"

While carrying a bowl of warm food using a tray, Miss Lively gave a small laugh. Laughter that Zaya had never seen before.

"I'll keep you here, as long as your husband works. That's if you don't mind."

"What do you mean, Mom?" asked Zaya who did not expect what she had just heard. Ask her husband who seems to have just finished getting ready to leave.

"Mas would like to take a hape in the studio, all of you get your business done. Wait, kok. Coincidentally Agile Ma'am is also willing to take care of you, so Mas can leave quietly."

"Yes. We live next door. We should help each other. Anyway, I'm not bothered, really," said Ms. Lively, trying to convince Zaya.

"I'm okay, okay. I don't need to be taken care of by anyone. I can take care of myself and Faiz."

Somehow, Zaya felt Afriz did not trust him anymore so he had to ask Bu Lively to watch over him –knocked to take care of and care for the sick.

"Well, please don't be stubborn this time, can you? It's all for you, for the sake of our children."

If only the phrase 'hard-headed' was conveyed by Afriz when they were just the two of them, maybe Zaya was more receptive.

Holding back a cry, Zaya looked away. "Whatever."

"Hey," call Afriz angrily, cupping his wife's cheeks. His feet rest on the edge of the foam mattress. "Cock being gini, anyway? Mas promise. At least an hour and a half, I'm home again."

Zaya did not answer. It did not even respond when Afriz briefly peeked at his forehead, cheeks, then ended up on his lips. Surprised as usual not at all.

His mind was already too chaotic, so his head was getting dizzy.

"Now you rest, let it heal quickly," continued Afriz.

Then, there's no reply. Zaya is enjoying her time again. No interest in responding to her husband's statement.

She looked more and more at her husband's face. Still coupled with the attitude and words Afriz confused as now. He said he cared, but no action.

For him, it was very clear that the husband was just making small talk.

Last night, she asked, "What's wrong?"

But now even make the space of his movement so not free, by bringing one source of discomfort to this house.

"I want to go back to my father's house" Zaya said without showing her face to her interlocutors.

Suddenly there is an uncomfortable in the heart of Afriz to find a choice of words that Zaya uses this time. "We'll go to my father's and mother's place when you're healed. Now, the most important thing is that you're healthy first."

Again, Zaya did not respond. Still no expression.

There was a heavy sigh coming from Afriz's nose. He was aware of the anger implied by the wife's attitude.

But he did not expect that Zaya's anger towards him still continued until now, due to an unexpected event last night.

"Where from?"

"Buy poor bakwan," Zaya replied without looking at her interlocutor.

"Can ask for help to buyin. No need to go out until it has to be caught in the rain, and finally your clothes so wet gini."

"Hape Mas is not active, how can I ask for help?"

The aggravated question from Zaya just now, clearly reminded Afriz of one thing. That since magrib he did not hold a mobile phone, because it was being charged. Now his electronics are left on the studio desk. "Yes, sorry. From then on I did not hold the phone. It was busy."

"Gee, I'm cold. Tired, sleepy."

Although his forehead creased in surprise within seconds, Afriz let his wife change clothes. He instilled only positive thoughts, that Zaya was just cold, so the tone of his speech became unpleasant to hear so.

However, it turns out that Afriz's conjecture missed far. Nothing changed after changing clothes. Stay cold and seem reluctant to meet him. That's what makes it so much more do not understand what the will of the wife, which honestly makes it confused. "We need to talk alone" he said, pulling his wife's arm slowly to hear him.

"What?" This time Zaya was indeed staring at Afriz, but her highlight was emitting a wound. "Mas want to be like the people who accused me of cheating on you with Pam, so that I'm pregnant with the child I'm carrying?"

"Hey, calm down." Afriz cupped both of Zaya's cheeks while patting her gently. "Who would dare to say that this baby you are carrying is not Mas's child?"

But until now, Afriz had no answer to his question last night.

After a long wait for Zaya to respond to the talks, Afriz finally gave up.

The man got up from his position, choosing to go to the studio to pick up a cell phone rather than just listening to the sound of the wind blowing.

"Go up first, yeah."

Still no response.

Zaya still did not want to look at the husband who would soon leave her with Miss Lively whose attitude suddenly changed.

The answer to Afriz's greeting was only spoken as slowly as possible.

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