Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Since waking up, Faiz joined the children playing around. Although he himself had not washed his face, his expression looked happy. Evident by how enthusiastic he ran and laughed when chasing soap water bubbles blown by his friends.

Meanwhile, Zaya also smiled at the scenery. Adorable behavior of children who can not be silent is like the right medicine for him.

Seeing them interact honestly, makes him remember how human nature is as it is. Not full of layers of masks that he usually encounters between the faces of adults.

Then, Zaya stroked her lower abdomen. The area he touched did not show any signs of life. Only he could feel his stomach begin to bulge. And in about seven months, he will see for himself the real form of the fruit of his love with Afriz.

Suddenly, Zaya breathed a heavy breath. Remembering the name Afriz immediately makes pain all over the body.

Especially if he remembers what he found last night, when the husband was having a romantic dinner together with Vita, even when he was cravings. Various questions also arise.

"Kok Mas Afriz never told me that Mbak Vita was his ex, huh?" be the most frequently asked question. And to be honest, it made her mess up on her own.

"Faiz is still playing, you take a break, yes. I looked around from earlier you seemed to be not feeling well. There, in. Enough rest." Ms. Darmi stroked Zaya's stomach which felt tighter, so her son was surprised at this treatment. "Pity him, if you're tired."

"Yes, in a minute, huh." Zaya remained unmoved, still wanting to witness the excitement of the children's game around him in a standing position. "They're funny."

"Zaya," Miss Darmi reminded me. "Don't let you care about other people's children, and ignore your own."

"Yes." Yeah." Despite saying so, Zaya still did not make a move.

But as his gaze caught something in the distance, he hurriedly took a thousand-step stance. "Come in first, yes," she said to her mother, before immediately entering the house to rest -- more quickly avoiding the figure who was riding a motorcycle across there.

Upon arriving in the room, Zaya immediately picked up a blanket. Then cover part of his body with this thing in his hand.

He will pretend to be asleep, when Afriz appears before him. She was still lazy to look at her husband's face. His feelings are not fixed.

Sayup-sayup sounded two people were chatting. Zaya was very sure it must be her mother and husband. He tried to steal the listen, even though the results were nil. But at the same time hoping Afriz will not enter the house, even though it is impossible to happen.

In fact, now his hearing caught the pace of entry into the house.

"Jo," call Mr. Kuswin against Ms. Darmi.

Meanwhile, Ms. Darmi who was still conversing with her daughter-in-law was silent for a moment. Make sure that someone calls him from the inside. And yes, the voice of Mr. Kuswin who mentioned his favorite name to him is now heard again.

"In the meantime, sir," replied Miss Darmi at last. Then his attention turned to Afriz. "If you want to meet Zaya, she's in her room" he said, and was immediately asserted through a nod as well as a thank you.

Later, the woman headed to the room to ask what help the husband needed.

Afriz headed to Zaya's room. But, had not been able to open the door of Zaya's room, she found her in-laws were having trouble getting Mr. Kuswin who was going to the bathroom.

And that's when he just found out that the condition of his father-in-law is not so healthy.

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"What else do you need?" asked Afriz after having his father-in-law since leaving the room until now he had returned. "Mump me still here."

"I'm sorry, it's been a hassle. Now you're hungry and thirsty, but let me serve you."

Hearing Mr. Kuswin's reply, Afriz smiled. For some reason, despite being sick, her in-laws' faces remained brightly cheerful as they are now. Though the legs and hands of Mr. Kuswin digips, and it becomes evidence that the pain felt by middle-aged men was not playing games.

"Then I want to meet Zaya first. To take him home."

Secretly Bu Darmi and Pak Kuswin glanced at each other, finding that something was wrong with the little family of his son.

Now Miss Darmi is trying to dig it up. "Lho, Zaya just got there, e. Now it looks like he's still sleeping because of the tiredness. Yes masa, want to go home now? Yes pity. After all, he usually comes here as well. Mbok ya nginep too, will be tired of course."

"I want it to be, Mom. But I have to get out of town later in the afternoon and take Zaya along, too."

"Get's." Ms. Darmi patted Afriz on the shoulder as a sign of understanding. "But this way, Le. I'm sorry, if that's how Mom got mixed up."

Understood, Afriz nodded.

"Journey from your homes here is a long way off, almost two hours. If you have to go back and forth in a day, you are tired. Zaya is still pregnant. If later still plus a trip out of town, pity the baby, pity the future mother also."

"Yes wis, then, as long as you go out of town, Zaya let it be here to accompany Mom and Dad," broke up Mr. Kuswin, trying to take the middle way. "How's it?"

Feeling stupefied, Afriz sighed and exhaled. "Isn't it too much trouble?"

Ms. Darmi smiled reading the unpleasant taste in the look on her daughter-in-law's face. "Yes, obviously, no hassle. Mother is even very happy if she can take care of her own children and grandchildren. Moreover, this is your first child candidate, so that I can love Zaya a little wejangan. Already, you don't have to worry."

"Thank God, then." Afriz breathed a sigh of relief. Later, he can go quietly.

After Afriz came out of their room, Ms. Darmi whispered to Mr. Kuswin, "Sir, if it's like this, it means that when he came here Zaya did not ask permission first."

Mr. Kuswin just laughed. So remember first when he became a fairly new bride, when his wife still likes to flirt with her like Zaya. "You don't seem to remember ever being young either, Jo," she said.

On the other hand, Afriz stepped into Zaya's room which turned out to be unlocked. He could see that his wife was sleeping on her back, without being disturbed by the creaking of the door and the steps were getting closer. But it was enough for him to know that Zaya was doing well.

However, Afriz needed to make sure again. He clasped Zaya's palm, then pressed the back of his hand against the area of the woman's forehead.

After that, he frowned at his wife. Gentle and unhurried, yet it caused an uncomfortable movement from this figure in front of him.

Seeing that, Afriz stopped all his touches. "Take care of yourself and our child, yes, as long as Mas is out of town" he said, before stepping out to leave Zaya alone to say goodbye and thanking her parents-in-law.

After Afriz's death, through the bedroom window, Zaya looked at her husband with a look of disbelief.

He thought the man would wait until he was tired of pretending to sleep.

She thinks her husband came here to pick her up and then explain what made her careless.

He thought they would make up today.

It kira ....

Salah himself Zaya is only able to calculate. In fact, her departure from home instead became a golden opportunity for her husband to go out of town. And he doesn't know who Afriz is going to be with or who he's meeting.

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