Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Gasoline Costs

The bus was crowded and so crowded, making Zaya's breathing disturbed. The woman's head seemed to spin, and her vision blurred.

The interaction of the noisy passengers, adds to his dizziness. The smell of perfume mixed with sweat that was so stinging, making her stomach nauseous instantly.

And to reduce the possibility of vomiting until fainting, he chose to lean on the bus seat, then close his eyes. Hope this unpleasant feeling disappears if he immediately falls asleep.

But hope remains hope. Zaya's consciousness is divided. His eyes were closed, but most of his consciousness was elsewhere. A sultry feeling at once uncomfortable, still dominating.

Zaya's body felt the speed of the bus she was riding.

Until one by one the other passengers began to descend when arriving at their respective destinations, so that the four-wheeled vehicles are more loose and make Zaya's breath feel more airy. His seat was more comfortable, because his body was not pressed like before.

In this situation, Zaya felt better. Now he was more free to look at the big river passed by this bus, through the glass beside him. In addition, it can feel the vibration of the vehicle when crossing the bridge. He had to be extra careful whenever Faiz's body pressed against his stomach area.

"What destination, Ma'am?" ask the bus conductor.

"Oh." Zaya understood that it was time to pay the fare. "The Market of Spots." He handed over twenty thousand notes to the kernet. Waiting for change. "Thank you," he said after receiving a sum of eight thousand rupiah from his interlocutor.

As soon as the conductor, Zaya's mind was back in control. She remembered many things related to her physical strength and pregnancy now.

The woman is very conscious, physically not strong to work that heavy. Even because of pregnancy alone, the power has been drained.

It turns out that his endurance is very different from other women who have been pregnant, as was said by Bu Lively this morning.

"When I was pregnant, I stayed as usual. My niece is also on the move like the days before getting pregnant. There is no reason to be spoiled. That's a habit, anyway. Pregnant or not pregnant, the same. If basically spoiled, pregnancy can be used as an excuse to be lazy."

In addition to the words of Bu Lively who was so ugly, Zaya had also seen for herself how Una and Nida who remained active in activities despite being pregnant.

It is true, compared to the women around him, he is the most different himself. Because his body was too fragile.

This fact should have been accepted. He should not be hurt because compared to other women. It should reflect and allow the words of Miss Lively, instead of even crying indistinctly and then run away from home.

But he understood, his heart was too small to accept such pressure. He understood that his mentality was not as strong as steel. He was tired and felt tight, so it was necessary to calm down in the place of his parents.

Although he himself is confused what will explain, when his father and mother kissed the oddity on him later.

"Sumpangan Market, Tumpangan Market. Up-down, up-down. Doubles."

Without Zaya realizing it, the vehicle has reached its destination. Then the woman prepared the default and arranged the position to make it easier to carry Faiz when out of the vehicle.

After getting off the bus, Zaya had been intercepted by several motorcycle taxi drivers in front of the morning market. But he shook his head, refusing to use the services offered to him. Because he remembered, he needed underwear with a larger size.

The woman just found out that it turns out that the problem that afflicts pregnant women is not just about cravings strange to prank the husband. The physical changes that are now experienced also become one form of a series of other changes that will occur to him.

Later, her stomach and hips will grow as her baby grows. In addition, the hands and feet will definitely swell. He just waited for time.

......***......

Upon arriving at his father's yard, Zaya was a little surprised because of the quiet atmosphere he found. But he kept knocking on the door and saying his greetings, even though no one responded.

"Mister Zaya?"

Zaya immediately turned to the source of the voice, upon hearing the call. "Eh, Miss Nining. Where are people home, huh? How lonely?"

"Your mother took your father to the place of Mr. Nun who is a gout expert."

Zaya's expression was clearly shocked. "Mother why?"

"So slipped. His hands and feet were sprained pretty badly."

So unreliable, Zaya's sling against Faiz suddenly slumped. Luckily, she was still in control.

"Come, Ndhuk, stop by first. We wait for your father in my house, so that you can rest," asked Ms. Nining when she realized the change in the face and emotions of her close neighbor's child.

Looking at the door of his house for a while to be sure, then Zaya responded to Bu Nining's invitation. Now she followed the woman, still with Faiz sleeping in her arms. Then sat on a long bench in Bu Nining's living room.

"Faiz was put to bed in the room, po?" tawar Bu Nining when he saw Faiz's sleeping position that was not comfortable in Zaya's sling.

"No, just let it be like this."

"But it seems uncomfortable. Hold on, I'll get you a pillow."

"This is the pedestal and the pillow." Ms. Nining rolled out a blanket on a wooden bench, then placed a pillow while patting it for a while.

"Thank you, yes, Mom. So troublesome."

"Not bother at all, really."

After putting Faiz to sleep on a bench that has been given a pedestal in such a way, Zaya rubbed the forehead of the toddler who was sleeping soundly.

...***...

Can Zaya hear the sound of the car stopping on the road over the house. Within five minutes, a woman rushed into Ms. Nining's house, which obviously caught the attention of the hostess.

"What's up?" asked Bu Nining astonished and curious at once.

"Can I borrow some money, Yu?"

"For what?"

"To replace the cost of gasoline Mas Pam. Any?"

"My husband just started work yesterday, hasn't been paid yet, Yu."

Hearing Bu Nining's words, Ms. Darmi immediately panicked. It is impossible for him to replace the cost of energy and gasoline Pam with just a thank you. Even though Pam couldn't ask, she still felt bad.

"I happen to have money, really." After only listening to the chatter of the two adult women, Zaya finally spoke up.

"When are you here?" asked Bu Darmi did not think that his son was in this place.

"It was a bit of that." After making sure Faiz's sleeping position was safe, Zaya approached her mother to greet her and inquire about the news and make small talk. "If it's two hundred thousand, it's worth it to replace the cost of gasoline, right?" ask her to the subject.

"It's deserved."

"If so Zaya went outside first, want to meet Mas Pam. Titip Faiz for a minute." Then Zaya left the two dumbfounded women staring at her.

Outside, Zaya dingsukan looking for Pam's whereabouts. It turned out that the man had just walked out of Zaya's old man's house with a hasty move.

And before the figure moved away, Zaya ran after the young man's steps. "Mas Pam," he called.

Feeling called, Pam looked up. Make sure that the sound he hears is real. And right, there was Zaya in the back, following with a half-running step. Making a strange sigh in his chest came without warning, as the woman called out her name and asked him to wait.

"What's wrong?" ask Pam short.

Zaya grabbed Pam's right palm, trying to slip four pieces of fifty thousand money there. "There was a delivery from my mother. He said to change the gas costs."

Pam's attention was on her right hand. "What the hell, huh? No need," he refused, dismissing the hand-holding plan from Zaya.

"It's not much, anyway. But, please accept, yes, Mas."

"No need to really. Like anyone who uses the event to start everything," Pam refused again. "Seriously, don't."

"My family feels bad, if so. Accept, yes, Mas," persuade Zaya for the umpteenth time. Really begging.

"Okay, gini." Pam finally gave up. "Take this money I'll take, and then I'll give it to your baby."

Suddenly the pain swept through Pam's body, so aware that Zaya was pregnant with another boy. Even more funny, now he is trying to 'affect' a baby that is not the fruit of his actions.

"Yes, I don't accept it, dong."

"Accepted, but now it's your son's right." Pam smiled in front of Zaya's sullen look, which for a long time was always funny. "I'm in a hurry, right. Sorry, yeah, I'll stay."

Although still feeling bad for the rejection he received, Zaya invited. He kept looking at Pam's back, until the young man got in the car and drove off.

There was excitement tucked in his heart, when he remembered how his meeting with Pam was intensifying.

It was only last night that he met the young man, when he drove him home from looking for a poor bakwan. Just last night, he made peace with one part of his past.

Twelve hours later, they met again. It was as if fate was really toying with the feelings of the two.