Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Probability of Branching

As an early search effort, Afriz drove his duck motorcycle to the terminal. He was convinced that the purpose of Zaya's departure was the home of his wife's parents, and had to go through the place he was currently going.

But before Zaya escapes further, she must be able to resist and then persuade the pregnant woman to be willing to go home and listen carefully to all her explanations. That there is no special relationship between him and Vita, even though they are ex-lovers.

Upon arrival at the terminal, Afriz immediately pulled the vehicle over. Then rush to the buses that he believes will bring Zaya, Faiz, and his future son.

Without permission, the young man went in to find the person he was looking for, who was not among the passengers sitting or standing.

"Sorry," said Afriz, denied his search activities before getting out of this big four-wheeled vehicle.

Of course, he ignored and understood the look and murmur of wonder at the panic and oddity of his attitude now.

Now Afriz's vision is circulating, examining every angle that can be reached by his sense of sight under the hot sun at noon today. Trying to look into the possibility that Zaya is still in this place.

Unfortunately, the incident was repeated again; zaya had managed to narrow the chances of being found among the big buses and the large number of people passing by.

Then, without a second thought the young man approached the bike again. His last option now was to drive this two-wheeled vehicle to his in-laws residence. He was convinced that his wife was going there.

Where will a wife run away when having problems with her husband, if not to the home of both parents?

Armed with that belief, Afriz put on a helmet and turned on his motorbike to pick up Zaya to be ready to take him home.

If Afriz can defend himself, it does not feel funny that he was silenced for a week, even though he had nothing wrong.

Yes indeed, he hugged Vita. But his intention was not to give hope to his former lover, but rather a reflex movement when his sympathy was tapped. To that extent, there is no other intention to make Zaya jealous.

"You're impatient, yeah. You're the one who ran away without even listening to Mas's explanation."

I don't know how many vehicles Afriz has overtaken during his journey to Karang Kidul. Countless honks and roars of vehicles were heard.

.

There have been dozens of turns, derivatives, and climbs that were successfully passed by the man. However, the reality must be accepted when he arrives at the destination.

"You're going to pick up Zaya?" Miss Darmi looked at her daughter-in-law. Of course it's wonder. "Hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Mom, please don't hide Zaya from me."

"Hiding how? He has been home since, really. Mother herself who drove him to the gate of the hamlet. If he hadn't come by first, he should have gotten home."

But Afriz kept quiet, making sure that his in-laws were not lying. And there was no falsehood he found from this middle-aged woman before him.

"Is it possible to be a Tliciban? She just got home while you were on your way here, maybe? Try to go home first, maybe now Zaya is home. It could be, Zaya just stopped by the market or to the store, so you guys tlisiban."

Riled up, Afriz rubbed his face. For now, his mind began to dead end as well as branching out at one time.

If not here, where does Zaya go?

"But it's true that Zaya came home, Le. Mother herself who drove to the village gate, even waiting for him to take a bus. Really, we're not hiding Zaya."

Afriz felt bad because Bu Darmi even said that, when it was clear that he saw with his own eyes that Zaya had reached home. "Yes, then I say goodbye. Sorry, if I continue to trouble."

Although not to get into the house of his in-laws - let alone sit---Afriz still greet Zaya's biological mother. "Greetings to my father. May you heal soon."

"Yes, Le. Amiiine. If there's anything with Zaya, just tell Mom."

"Eh, Le," hold off Bu Darmi before his son-in-law can start the engine. "Sorry, yes, if Zaya often bothers you because of her sometimes childish attitude. But I do believe you can certainly remind and guide Zaya to grow up."

For a few seconds Afriz just stared at the middle-aged woman around his motorcycle through the helmet glass.

Then the young man nodded, accepting the main task as the husband who was actually very heavy. "God willing." Then he started the engine. "I'm saying goodbye, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

Miss Darmi nodded. "Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Be careful on the road. Don't speed it up."

Afriz had a brief nod before advancing his bike, although he did not know where he was going.

In this state of chaos, a solution as easy as anything must not find a way. So it feels unsurprising to think of some possibilities regarding the purpose of Zaya's departure, almost making Afriz's head all out.

But, wait a minute. It looks like he knows where to steer the control of the motor.

Nida's House.

...***...

Without a plan, Zaya has been in front of the blue-painted house. In the past, this residence in front of him was the residence of his in-laws before he died.

Zaya did not forget that eleven months ago, the first time she came to this place, delivering prints of photos and albums of her boss' orders. He did not understand, fate brought him back to this place for the umpteenth time as the daughter-in-law of Pak Hidup.

Slow but sure steps closer to the door.

For a moment Zaya let out a sudden, tight breath. Set your heart before saying greetings to the residents of the house. "Assalamu'alaikum."

Without having to say it twice, his greeting was reciprocated. Then he waited for the hostess to open the door to meet him.

"No need to look for face" Nida greeted without further ado.

"Sister," called Zaya between reluctance and reluctance, as soon as she found the less amicable expression of her sister-in-law. Moreover, Nida directly avoided her hand job.

"Still have a face coming here?" asked Nida indifferently. Since getting testimony from Miss Lively, she lost sympathy for her sister-in-law.

"Udahlah, if you do not want to continue, you do not need to maximize yourself to come back here. It's even better if you go back to your parents. Let you be more free to relate to your ex, and my brother is not getting harder because of surviving this marriage. The papa section has also died, so Bang Afriz does not need to be burdened for what papa said anymore," he continued, even before Zaya had time to convey his purpose of coming here.

"Oh, and one more thing: don't have most of the behavior. You should be self-conscious, if at my brother's house, you and your son are just hitchhiking."

The string of sentences was only answered with a bite on the lower lip by Zaya. Not understanding the condition, that the main purpose to this place was even responded so bitterly, even the impact was more painful than the words of Miss Lively that she heard almost every day.

"I'm just here to ask my brother for help, to tell Mas Afriz that I'm healthy."

"Later I said. That's all, right?" ask Nida without interest.

"Create ...." Momentary pause. Zaya regulated her sudden gasp of breath. "Say to Mas Afriz for health care, do not stay up too often, and ...." Again, Zaya's speech was interrupted by her breath. "Hopefully all his affairs are always given smoothness."

"Hm." Nida nodded lazily. "Udah?"

Zaya assented through a nod. "If so, I say goodbye. Say hello to Mas Seno and Syifa."

"No need," cut Nida fast. He had even gone so far, when Zaya said hello. He had no interest in directing his eyes where the woman was going.

...***...