Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Afriz actually picked up Zaya, according to what was said to his wife. Only, he came earlier than the day of Zaya's return plan. So his wife was clearly shocked when she found him in plain sight.

"Mas should pick me up tomorrow. How come you've got here?" zaya protest. "Forgot what, anyway, Mas? Then he said Mas came home tomorrow, how could it be?" tanyanya, still astonished at once shocked.

"It's not good if you want to refuse the invitation to watch from the wife," Afriz replied casually. With a smile. Moreover, his manner of speaking was not as formal as usual.

"Huh?"

Afriz. "You said yesterday that there's a puppet show tonight. So, you come here now. Want to meet the invitation to watch disguised from you."

"And I told you, I don't watch. Just tell. If you want to watch it, watch it yourself."

"Dance, Zaya. Instead of being allowed to drink, your husband was even invited to a storm." Mr. Kuswin just got home from the farm. Seen from the left hand of the man who was still holding the hoe grip that was slung on his sturdy shoulder.

Maybe because it was so busy and busy noisily, a pair of brides who were said to be still new to not hear greetings from their interlocutors. Even so, the two immediately greeted the middle-aged man.

"Yes this, sir. Zaya's people don't invite him to watch the puppet, he says Zaya invites him to watch. Zaya does not like watching puppets," said Zaya while looking at her father who was behind her to put hoe to stick on the fence.

While Mr. Kuswin just laughed a little. Very understand that this second child never likes to watch any show in the village, because it is more fun to busy yourself at home.

Mr. Kuswin approached his daughter. "But that's not the way, Zaya. You can say to your husband well, later let the Father who accompanies your husband watch the puppet. You are also strange. If he watches it himself, he can stray. He doesn't know where the puppet show is."

Zaya grimaced, once aware of her own stupidity. Then look at her husband. "I'm sorry, Mom, I said that already," he said.

While on the other hand, Afriz just smiled. Because during being the husband of the young woman in front of him, such unimportant debates often occur even have become daily food.

He was trying to understand if because trivial things alone could be a source of commotion. But it was at once a lure for Zaya to talk and not just a lot of silence like at the beginning of their marriage, which honestly made their household stiff.

At least, Zaya's ignorance of it can melt the ice and awkwardness between the two.

After all, even though noisily so, Zaya still serves the needs of her husband well. As of this moment, the woman had already brought a tray containing two cups of warm tea and a plate of gethuk.

Because, whether it is made of what the woman's heart, Zaya is actually a person who easily recovered from irritation or anger. And that makes Afriz not reluctant to just tease his own wife.

Zaya was actually about to return to the kitchen, if Afriz did not immediately hold back his movements. "Sit here for a minute. I'm gonna say that." Afriz patted the rest of the space beside him.

Zaya said she was sitting on the same bench as her husband. "You want to watch a puppet? Yesterday I said, he said Mr who wants to nemenin Mas watch."

"Who wants to talk about that?"

"Continue?"

Afriz smiled sweetly. Then whispered, "Kangen. Here, hug."

However, Zaya shook her head timidly. Then he shifted his seat, away from Afriz. "Then ah, Mas."

"Thy to whom?"

"Then, later seen by Father or Mother. Or passers-by."

After weighing many things, Zaya shifted her position. Closer to her husband.

Then, for some reason Zaya could not resist the rumbling in the chest as Afriz's hands clenched her body from the side to release the longing. She did not understand how she felt about her husband.

"Eh." Mr. Kuswin's seemingly freshly finished prayer, forcing Zaya and Afriz to end their friendly scene.

Although the middle-aged man had not seen the trunk of his nose, it would still cause a bad taste for the couple if he caught their position now.

"It is fitting that since the last three days, manuk prenjaknya sound directly from the top of the mundhung tree beside the house. It turns out that there are guests" said Mr. Kuswin as he walked to the bench in front of Afriz, then sat opposite his daughter-in-law.

Afriz smiled, understanding the myth that is still developing in the countryside that the prenjak or other named ciblek bird did bring news there will be guests. "Maybe the birds all check that the fruit is ripe or not, so that it can be sold."

Mr. Kuswin laughed. "Yes, but the price is cheap now. One thousand to two thousand. Never mind being asked to buy, offered only people are already ogah-ogahan because the fruit is not 'as luxurious' first."

"Not fancy how does that mean, sir?"

"When you were a child, there was a new mundung fruit just want yellow already be a scramble, je. Lha now, it could be used up the most because it was eaten by codot. The fate is the same. If it is in season, wow the price is very muraaah. Now the fruit that is still payu rada forbidden (applicably rather expensive) yes duku, durian, mangosteen. Or a fruit that is not stylish (slightly stylish) yes dragon fruit, strawberries. That's what people like."

"People today are not willing to eat free, yes, sir? His expensive faith. Although it says that free is better, in fact what is meant good is yes that is expensive but can be free."

"Well, that is" said Mr. Kuswin as he raised his foot to the bench casually. Then fix the bottom cover so that it is more comfortable. "Eating a farmer like this Father if you want to plant based on the will of people who are not able to. La wong that person's will was already strange. Father sannamnya yes as you like, as long as it suits the season."

"If now what plant, sir?"

"Yes usual, nanam ginger mumpung start mongso rendheng (rainy season). Even if a little, it is quite minimal to make your own drinks. Yes if there's leftovers, it can be sold."

While Zaya who feels like a mosquito repellent because she is not involved in the conversation, has fled to the kitchen. He returned the tray to the shelf, and let the two grown men talk alone.

"This is the life of your father-in-law and your real wife. Presumably, because it only relies on the produce of the field. But thank God, until now we are still given enough sustenance to live."

Afriz gave the answer to the proclamation, as a form of no objection to the family background. He also increasingly believes in a saying that God provides sustenance to humans who are always enough to live, but not for lifestyle.

Knowing this family, for Afriz is learning to live a simple life. Seeing what seemed from how his two in-laws lived their lives wisely, it was not easy to glare at treasures. His wife did too. So far never demanded things that are not necessary. Applying what has been exemplified by both parents.

From his current position, in this room, Afriz stared at Zaya. Young women who are not aware when noticed, because they are solemnly sipping a warm drink.

Afriz's lips form an arch.

Zaya is not as pretty as her ex-boyfriend. The girl just won sweet. But, is it wrong if there are different shakes every time Afriz looks at the face or when adjacent to the woman?

And regarding the status of the young woman as the mother Faiz ....

For the size of a mother, for Afriz, Zaya's feelings are still too naive.

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