Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Relationship Reaffirmation

Afriz had previously suspected that Zaya had not returned to their home. The proof, the atmosphere of the residence he now entered was still very quiet. There was only the clattering of his footsteps accompanied by the gurgling of water towards the fish pond beside the house. No welcome from anyone.

Afriz doesn't understand. Until now there were no messages for him from Zaya. The wife really cannot be guessed what she wants, especially since she was declared pregnant.

Sighing for a moment, Afriz entered the room.

Nothing has changed from this room since the last time he visited. Still neatly arranged, even though there is dust attached and traces of rainwater splashing on the floor. It is clear evidence that during this week no one touched the place where Afriz is currently.

In fact, it is usually Zaya who cleans their rooms from dust and splashes of rainwater. The woman also changed sheets and pillowcases and ironed and folded her clothes and put them in a closet - an activity that some women consider to be a maid's job.

Afriz is sleeping in bed. Both hands made a pillow. Then again he breathed. Realizing that no one volunteered to massage his back, hands, and feet as usual.

But he was very tired. Needed the affection of his wife's tender hand. Want to also tell a lot of things that happened during their distance, as well as many questions about the condition of the baby Zaya was born. Or discuss anything, rather than he just heard the chatter of the wind with the wildness of nature as it is now.

Awakening from the daydream, Afriz approached the backpack he placed not far from his current position. Then open the resliting to find his phone in every space on this object he touched. And he found it.

Then with a quick movement the man turned on the screen and contacted Zaya for some time during this one week.

A familiar ring instantly stole Afriz's attention. The source wasn't too close, but it was enough to tell him that there was Zaya's phone in this room.

While still connecting, Afriz continued to walk to find the origin of the sound that played the song Lekas Tulus creation.

And meet!

Electronic objects belonging to his wife, who often he plucked butut, which based on the recognition of the owner is the result of Zaya's own sweat while still working while the lecture was in the closet, precisely on the pile of clothes, the, the bottom of the closet.

"Pantes every time the phone is never picked up, sent messages are not reciprocated. Missed, the connection to the internet is also disconnected, ck!" Afriz clucked, then rattled his hair that had been messy.

But it cannot be denied that there is relief approaching the young man, because it turns out Zaya never intended to silence him all this time.

Afriz just connect the internet data without unlocking the screen. Not long ago, messages from him through the new WhatsApp application arrived. Goody!

Phone calls and videos were just sent. Goody!

Other messages sent since Zaya left are new until now.

And let's just say he's presumptuous because he has now unlocked Zaya's phone screen to know who sent messages to his wife.

"Vita?" Afriz muttered in surprise, not understanding why there were so many messages from his ex-girlfriend. "What's he doing calling Zaya?"

Honestly, the feeling was suddenly bad.

And for God's sake! Afriz was very grateful because it was not Zaya who opened the messages from Vita. At least, Zaya who often complains of nausea will not get nauseous after knowing what is currently plastered in front of her eyes.

But it seems that Author is being kind to him, still hiding his past memories, which for some reason, now disgust him half to death.

From the photos sent by Vita to Zaya's number, Afriz can see and remember them one by one. As he stared, stroked, and kissed Vita full of cravings.

And it only takes two photos and one short video to make him feel at his lowest moral point as a human being: he: portraits and movements in which he and Vita are under the same blanket, while hugging affectionately on the bed.

Though, really. Afriz swore that Zaya was the first and only woman he ever enjoyed, though it was not the girl who first touched the most private area of his body.

Afriz was very, very grateful for this situation - a situation where Zaya did not receive the photos and videos she was currently watching. In this way, he could at least anticipate the worst possibility as early as possible.

Before Zaya misunderstands, she will delete all the photos and one video sent by Vita. Then he will explain as clearly as possible about his past with the woman to Zaya.

Because, he did not know what kind of explanation to say, if Zaya who saw all this, especially the woman should know from others.

Ma'am Vita: [So, how? Still doubt that Afriz and I still love each other? Still doubtful as far as our relationship is? Still wondering how much Afriz loves me?]

Ms. Vita: [Honestly I wonder how much love you have for your husband. I'm sure we're both women. I think our motive for approaching Afriz is the same. Money and satisfaction]

And, yeah. Before Vita goes any further to make things worse, Afriz has to stop the woman's movements.

He must openly say that he no longer wants Vita. He no longer loved his ex-girlfriend. At all.

Despite being possessed by immortality, Afriz checked his phone. He finds Vita's name from the line of contacts who sent him the message. Without wasting much time, the man typed in a reply without reading the previous message.

[We've been done a long time. Please don't bother my family again.]

Shortly after, a reply came in.

Vita: [When have I ever disturbed your family?]

Vita: [Ooh, don't2 your ngadu wife]

Me: [This is purely my request. Nothing to do with my wife]

Vita: [Tp you're really weird bgt. Relax just the next time. Previously our relationship was good2, how come2 you talk gini]

Me: [I hope you understand. The point is, I'm asking you please don't interfere with my life and my wife's life again]

Vita: [It's definitely not Afriz right? Afriz can't say gini to me]

Without further commenting on Vita's questions, Afriz blocked the number.

However, not even five minutes later, Vita sent a voice message to Zaya's number.

"Begging Afriz to stay away from me crying, huh? What did you love him until he came to you?"

Think of Afriz as planless because this time he was even interested in replying to a message from Vita. He firmly typed: BELOVED SON.

Afriz's hope, after this Vita really retreated and no longer interfere with his life that began to be neatly arranged.

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