Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Goat Cages

At ten o'clock this morning by noon, Zaya and Pak Kuswin were already busy in the cage because there was a female goat in the process of giving birth.

Earlier, Mr. Kuswin who was overwhelmed by having to work with one hand, was forced to ask for help from his youngest child to participate in the birth process of their goat child.

"Please bring unused cloth, Yes. It's right there."

Hearing his father's words just now, Zaya nodded then immediately looked for what was asked.

Long enough he had to find any fabric that was unused but clean. Afterwards, hand over three pieces of cloth requested by his father.

"Help you who wipe, let the Father hold."

This time both of Zaya's eyes blinked for a bit. He could see a lot of blood covering the feather of a small goat boy standing in front of him. Then with his eyes closed, he began to clean the body of the animal bleating.

For a while it was still so. Until the voice of Mr. Kuswin who asked Zaya to stop wiping was heard, when the body of the goat boy in front of them was clean of blood.

"The other one was wiped out as well" said Mr. Kuswin, noting that there were two children born to a she-goat who was still standing next to them.

Zaya already knew how to act. Repeating what he had done, until he heard the cue stop from the father. Then he breathed a sigh of relief when his task was over.

Now, Zaya looked at the two young goats who had only been born a few minutes into the world, but could already stand it. Although not the first time he found such a sight, he was still amazed. "Kok can stand up straight away, yes," he murmured in surprise.

Mr. Kuswin laughed. "The average of all four-legged animals is like that, yes. They have instincts sharper than humans." Then he stood up, about to leave Zaya in the stable. "You want to wait here, or you want to pick bamboo leaves?"

"Eh, I'm metic the bamboo leaves. You see, if I'm here, I'm afraid of the goat's mother. She's a serem."

Zaya had been continuously shuddering while observing the female goat who repeatedly snapped her legs as if about to run amok.

Even though she is a mother, she certainly cannot immediately give advice to fellow mothers so as not to run amok.

Their world is different. Their language is different. Their forms are also different.

Again Mr. Kuswin laughed at the response from his son. "There you take the leaves, but be careful."

"Ready!" While carrying the cloth that was used to wipe the goat's fur, Zaya headed to a place where he could wash his hands and soak the cloth he was holding. After that, he just headed to the garden to pick young bamboo leaves ordered by his father.

On Zaya's return to the cage, he showed the leaves he had obtained. "How is this enough, sir?" tanyanya semringah's.

He handed over the green part of the plant to his father.

"Enough, really. This is only to smooth out the mbing-mbing. It's impossible to be eaten by a goat at a time."

Mr. Kuswin feed the leaves in his hand to the goats. Afterwards, he glanced at Zaya a glance before his attention returned to the animals in front. "You seem so happy."

Zaya, who was standing next to Mr. Kuswin, immediately turned to look at his father. "I'm happy, anyway."

"But the aura is different from when you just got here. Now your face is much brighter. So, the problem that made you mess around has gone away on your own?"

Instead of answering immediately, Zaya looked at her father. Of course suspicious. "Why can you conclude that I have a problem?"

"If it's not because there's a problem, why did you go to your husband who was willing to come all the way here? Put on a show pretending to sleep all, hayo?"

"Hmm." Zaya smiled awkwardly, when her heart was too readable this kind of thing. "It was before him every time he saw Mas Afriz's face. I don't want to see him anymore."

"Reason?"

"Emmm, don't know." Zaya smiled stiffly, then scratched her head. "I'm too childish and spoiled, huh, sir? I feel, my thinking is also immature to compensate Mas Afriz. Sometimes I sprain him just because of trivial problems."

"That's it, huh?"

For a while Mr. Kuswin was still continuing his feed. Then take his daughter out of the cage, to the front to keep monitoring the state of the goat, although not necessarily too close.

Communications.

Zaya was stunned to hear that one word. She rarely communicates the wedge in her heart to her husband. He just gave a code, hoping Afriz could understand the signs he gave.

Let alone code. He spoke openly still often cause misunderstandings.

After his father returned home, Zaya still stands in front of the goat pen. He looked at the inhabitants in it really.

In front of him now, even though he was limited to an unsealed wooden fence, he could freely see the animal. He could observe clearly, the goat's eyes were reddened. His mouth let out a restrained gulp. The animal strained, struggling to pass the placenta which was harder to get out than his child.

Not long after, Zaya's attention was diverted when she found the sound and movement of the cage space next to the one blocked by the wooden fence. He shifted his legs, intending to find out. However, the scenery that existed, instantly made his eyes blink.

In front of him now, there was a male trying to marry a female there. The movements of the animal are aggressive, regardless of the puff of ogah from its co-star.

The lustful overflow that is clearly drawn in the eyes of the male has also covered the concern for a female who is struggling to give birth to a child which is most likely the result of her actions as well.

Now Zaya understands why there is the nickname 'goat' for people who are unfaithful or those who cannot resist sexual arousal against the opposite sex who are not their own legitimate partner. Because that's how goats are.

But Zaya remembered that this was the nature of the livestock goat, which became a promising investment in the area where he lived which was awarded many plants.

"How many goats were your father born, huh?"

The question from someone, made Zaya jump in shock. Now he looked and saw the man next to him.

The figure's body was tall, his lips were smiling thinly and looked awkward, as well as the movements that forced Zaya to put on an alert mode towards this young man.

"Two." Finally Zaya answered, wailing.

Like catching the anxiety from Zaya's face, Tono's smile widened and seemed increasingly odd in the eyes of his interlocutor. "Don't tense up so. Just relax."

Then, without warning, the man's hand pulled on Zaya's chin. Then a screech rang out from his mouth when one of his fingers was pierced by a pentule needle.

Meanwhile, Zaya had already taken two steps back. His premonition sounded the alarm of danger, that there was ill will in the midst of a sudden visit from Tono, the famous man in this basket.

Actually, he never had any business with this figure in front of him. He never cared about the news and how many women in his hamlet had been dated by this 26-year-old man. He doesn't need that kind of trivia.

But if this is the case, it certainly becomes another thing.

"Kok backwards? Don't sell expensive so, lah. You think I didn't know that you had a relationship with Pam until you had kids? But now you're married to someone else. So, more satisfied with Pam or with your husband?" Again, Tony smiled. Grinning as he approached Zaya who was constantly avoiding him.

"If you are still confused to make a comparison, I am ready to help. Later tonight or tomorrow night, I'm ready. Whenever you want. Just set the time and place. But now, I can't because I have to look at the porters."

Zaya's hunch is right. It's not wrong anymore. This man in front of him visited and was being nice because he wanted to.

And look at that hungry look. Makes her remember how the male goat stares in the cage.

Call it brash because he dared to compare high school graduates such as Tono with a male goat who was hit by sexual passion.

Either Zaya had to sigh in relief or just grow worried. Most importantly, Tono did not go any further. The man left, despite having time to menoelnya once again on the cheek, after his right hand failed to menoel the chest covered by the veil blong, because Zaya immediately brushed off the brash hand.

After Zaya ignores the lopsided news echoed by the citizens, she must face the consequences of this. This time she really wanted to cry, revealing the other side of her extremely weak self.

However, he still had his pride. Unlike Tono's last whisper before the figure left.

"You don't have to dodge and pretend to reject my offer. No matter how you cover everything, the people here already know who you are, who turns out to be Pam's ex."

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