Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Zaya had already thought about what he would say to Afriz later. On his way, he was more determined to reveal all the obstacles in his heart. Stupid time with the endless Agile Bu takes care of his life. He returned home not for the woman.

Now Zaya came down from the angkot he was riding. Then pay the fare through the left window of the four-wheeled vehicle. Afterwards, he took Faiz down from the sling, letting the toddler walk on his own as he led. Their steps were so careful, even though Zaya had to compensate for the legs of Faiz who wanted to run as fast as possible when the two passed the road in front of Bu Lively's residence.

Live long! Ms. Lively looked at Zaya cynically before finally approaching the iron fence in front of her house. "Still dare to go home to the husband's?"

"Why should I not dare, Mom? My husband lets me go whenever I want to go back, which is a bothered mom, anyway?" zaya's reply was very calm.

For Zaya now, her domestic life is far more important than the infinite and unfavourable mouth of Ms. Lively. He returned to his home and Afriz was not to serve the agile Bu who loved to make his heart uncertain, but for his family. For his promise to the in-laws. For the sake of the child he is currently carrying. Also, for the sake of his own feelings which he hoped to get a similar reciprocity from Afriz.

And regarding Afriz's past with his ex, Zaya tries to understand. He won't take a headache. Because if he runs away again, there is even more room for Vita. If he is still acting childish like a week ago, there is Miss Lively more free to activate the lips that are not limited at the same time useless.

With a unanimous determination to become stronger, Zaya stepped even bolder. With a sweet smile, he looked at the house in front of him. From now on, she will make her husband always remember her, as well as limit Vita's wiggle room.

"Mas Afriz has come home?" muttered Zaya in surprise, when she found the door slightly open. Then the woman pushed the wooden door in front of her, then turned her head to the living room. "Assalamu'alaikum," he continued, while looking for anyone who was there.

Zaya's vegetables heard a voice from the direction of the living room. But she hasn't stopped moving, still wanting to find out who's chatting with her husband. He could hear Afriz's voice from where he was now.

"You mean help me hire a lawyer to take care of my divorce what, if not because you want it all done quickly and want to come back?"

That one fact Zaya never knew, of course. Just like Vita questioned it.

"Ta, I'm just helping you out as a friend who happens to have an acquaintance with a lawyer. And you said you were in trouble. Then what's wrong with me helping you?"

Whether it's just Zaya's feelings or how, Vita now appears to be crying.

"Is there really no chance of coming back?"

Afriz wiped away the tears of the woman before him. Trying to calm an increasingly emotional figure.

"If things weren't like this, maybe we could go back. But everything changed, including my feelings for you. If I still love you though, maybe I can only think of you as a mistress. At best, you are second. It was only a religious status, not a status in the eyes of law. And I'm sure any woman wouldn't be willing to be second, including you. I hope you understand my reasons."

How surprised Zaya when she saw Afriz was hugging Vita.

Although the movements of her husband's hands were only to calm Vita, Zaya still could not help the rumbling in the chest as her husband hugged another woman in front of his eyes.

Not long after, the scene in the photo on that night repeated again, and immediately made him gasp. Even openly Vita deliberately showed it all.

Zaya was only able to stand rigidly where she stood, when suddenly Vita tiptoed and kissed Afriz's cheek while saying, "I want, Friz. I want us to continue with our wedding plans, even though I can only be your second wife. I want to and I will."

Even he was unconscious when Faiz stepped towards the pair of ex-lovers, before Faiz laughed cheerfully because he was about to meet Afriz soon.

Meanwhile, Afriz turned his head. His expression was completely illegible. "Zayya?"

Zaya's haste grabbed Faiz's body before the underage man went further and further. He did not care when Faiz thrashed asking to be released. No matter when Afriz asked him to stop so he could give an explanation. All he wanted to do now was run as fast and as far as possible, letting Faiz cry in his carrier.

"Well, you're chasing him, anyway? Since the beginning of your marriage, you've never loved her, have you!?"

I don't know why Zaya stopped now. There was something that intrigued her curiosity about Afriz's feelings for her, which honestly made her a little hopeful.

"It's not important that you know I love him or not. More than that, now she's pregnant with my son. I hope you know what this all means."

"Oh, so since she's pregnant, is that why you're maintaining this marriage? That means, you are not in love with him at all and will divorce him after the child is born. Yeah, right?"

The cry that Zaya had been holding back from earlier, finally completely spilled. He could no longer hear the two men talking, because his mind had created a noise that could not be prevented.

...***...

For reasons that are difficult to understand, Zaya just felt exhausted after successfully avoiding the pursuit of the husband.

Moreover, the toddler he was carrying had not stopped crying while calling Afriz, and automatically made himself the center of attention of the entire public transportation he was riding.

"Why is that, Mommy?" ask one of the passengers closest to Zaya's seat. "Where is he going, where is he being called?"

"Eh, this. His father was busy and did not have time to leave, but yes, my son became fussy."

"Lho is the work of his father really can not be left behind, to the point of letting his son asphyxiate because of crying?"

Zaya shakes. "Cannot be left. The order is too important." As important as it was to the point that Afriz let her go in a young pregnant state and brought a toddler.

Trying to understand, Zaya's interlocutor did not ask further.

Meanwhile, Zaya's left hand held her stomach which suddenly felt sore.

"Oh, so since she's pregnant, is that why you're maintaining this marriage? That means you are not in love with him at all, and will divorce him after your child is born. Yeah, right?"

As his hand stroked the abdomen, Zaya's eyes closed. The woman managed the rest of the breath that was still stingy.

In his mind implied confusion about the purpose after arriving at the terminal, also doubts about the estuary of happiness in the household later.

...***...