Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Afriz's return was greeted by the silence of the night. His tired-looking face grew even more helpless when he found that there was not a single light burning in his house, even though it was almost twelve o'clock.

It means there's no one in his residence. There was no Zaya in there, as was the hope he believed in before deciding to return.

"Where did you sleep tonight, huh?"

Indeed, if he had not been too hasty to go to his in-laws' house but directly to Nida's residence, maybe he could still find and then persuade Zaya to come home.

Furthermore, if he had not been able to show his sympathy for Vita, he could have been hugging and teasing his wife; ask what the pregnant woman has experienced as long as she is not at home. And he believes there are many stories he missed following during his departure in the past week.

Afriz recalled a conversation about the beginning of their matchmaking. It happened that night, when their marriage entered the age of five months.

"Kan Mas knows for himself, I already have a child even though I have never married. Why didn't you back down when you were fooled by me?"

"Why do I have to step back if I want to go forward?" Afriz's forehead wrinkled in surprise, but his eyes were actually observing the face before him.

"Yes, as I said, I can get better women, who just don't make Mas shy in front of their friends."

"Are you ashamed of marrying you?" Instead of answering, Afriz again asked back.

"I know, really, my status is to disturb Mas."

Anxious about the answers obtained, Afriz rose from his slanted position in order to cupper the cheek of the interlocutor. "That didn't answer your husband's question at all, honey."

Then Zaya sat down. The woman faces her husband, with her legs crossed. "So, I didn't answer my question at all."

"Your question stimulates another question, Yang." Then Afriz smiled amusedly as his wife pouted a little. Then the man fixed his pillow, patted it for a moment, and ended his head which he had piled on top of the soft object. After a few moments of lying down, he smiled as he put his hands together. "Here hug first, if you want to be told."

Afriz could feel the movement of the mattress when Zaya moved closer to him, then pinched the body on his body to listen to the answer that seemed to be very much awaited. But he knew his young wife was still upset with him. But who cares?

"You know round, know Sumedang, know meatballs, know stacking, know mercon, or know-know you be Mas's wife?" On a whim, Afriz was deliberately trying Zaya as an attempt to perform apperception. Inevitably, his laughter must be accompanied by a scene to avoid the tabokan wife who somehow looks so sweet and fierce at night today. "Okay, this is serious." Despite saying so, Afriz was still quite irritated to spend the rest of his laughter just now. "You asked, why didn't Mas back down from our matchmaking plan, right?"

Zaya nodded.

"At that time, there was no reason to back down. First, we already know each other, although only limited to working relationships. Second, during the work together, we also never check-cok-oh, forget there was a small storm when you wrote the wrong size several times in the photo folder to be printed. Third, for whatever reason, papa seems to be a good match for you. Fourth, I hope you don't forget that I already want to get married."

"It's been so bad for marriage, so it wants to be betrothed to a single mother who has never been married?"

"Yeah." Afriz still hangs up answers. He was more interested in narrowing the distance between himself and Zaya. Hugging the woman, it was as if Zaya would have fallen if she hadn't caught up to him as soon as possible. "Mas thought mother-daughter one must be much more experienced. Especially still young gini, must be very agile in bed," he rancid. "Handering," he quickly errs, before one of his limbs becomes a victim of Zaya's irritation. "How else do you want? Mas already told papa that we're married in series, even to have children from a secret marriage."

Although the confession had just been spoken very calmly, Afriz could see the shock on his wife's face.

"know, no? I was in complete shock when papa suddenly met me, kept smiling and saying, 'Faiz is your son, right? Afriz's son too, right? Afriz himself who claimed that you have been married siri.' We haven't even met in a month."

"When did you say that to you?"

"Well, about a week before I resigned. Continuing because of that I am more confident to not work with Mas, mending home so that there is no more strange gossip. Anyway Mas anyway, the nonsense is ngaco. How dare you lie to your parents."

"Mas did not expect also if it makes papa even urge to immediately propose to you, let alone this has brought all children. So, yeah that's it."

"So that's a obfuscated prayer, right?"

Still in the same position, Afriz nodded. "Yes. Alhamdulillaah." Then he kissed the top of Zaya's head, long and deep. Then he said, "Now it's Mas' turn to ask." Now he felt the movement of the upper body of his interlocutor before he found the look full of question marks from this nearby figure. "You're not sorry, are you, married to Mas?"

"No. Uh, not yet. It's only been five months."

A few moments Afriz waited. For some reason, it would be too painful if Zaya shook her head or said 'no' to this discussion. Then he was confused as Zaya shook her head and nodded. "Happy, right?" His voice swallowed, accompanied by a feeling of anxious expectation when Zaya displayed a grin.

"In the early days of marriage, I wasn't happy. Maybe because I still did not think I could marry my own boss, especially I did not have a shadow of marriage yet anyway. But I've been happy for a long time too."

"Thus that?"

Zaya. "Good, dear Faiz, every month give me money to shop, not just let me starve, continue to have my own place to live. Where else, I can compromise."

"She was more diligent to make children can also and want. Banget," added Afriz, who unfortunately is not ignored by his interlocutors who still want to be on the straight path in the conversation.

"Keep not meaning I can cook, but give time to learn until it can cook really."

"Yes, lah. If the problem wants to eat, can eat outside, do not have to demand the wife can cook. To marry is to build a household, not to build a restaurant."

"Husband's heart has money" Zaya said. "Just try to be in my father's position. Living in the village, odd jobs, indeterminate wages; but on the other hand have dependents for nyekolahin children. Luckily my father, there are foodstuffs that stay taken and processed by my mother. If so, I'm sure Mas won't think to bother saying that getting married is not to build a restaurant, so I can gombalin me. Must be busy thinking about something else."

Afriz stared at Zaya without blinking. It turns out that the contemporary and very sweet-sounding chatter is not effective when intended for the wife. Or is the charm is over, because it was sucked by the women before Zaya came in his life?

"If I had never seen my mother and father, I would also have had the klepek pulled by Mas kayak just now. But I made the clamps in another way. As long as we're 'married', Mas isn't rude to me or to Faiz. That's enough to make me clingy and happy, really."

"So, even if Mas wants to have another wife, you will be happy as long as Mas is not rude to you?" ask Afriz, trying to get out of the safe chat zone.

"Eh? Want to get married again?"

Afriz could see the surprised look of his wife. Although hidden, the expression of dislike on the face he can observe as clearly as possible. "You, if you want to be a righteous wife who loves the angels in heaven, will have to submit fully to the husband, including whenever the husband asks permission to polygamy."

"Yes, anyway. I've heard that talk a lot."

Although not disputed, it is very clear that the tone of agreement is not at all friendly.

"But if the size of a pious wife should be polygamous, I don't want to be a good wife, deh, Mas. I don't want to be queen of angels, if the conditions are to share a husband. Yes really, anyway, submit to the husband for nyari ridho from God. But if I'm not sincere, what do I do? There I only increase the sin of lying to others by pretending to be happy, when in fact I even persecute myself. Like a seal, the wife of righteousness is in the hands of humans."

After the explanation of the rejection was over, Afriz could see Zaya's pouting lips. Even the woman's cheeks were bulging, which actually looked cute. A fairly reasonable reaction, given that the newly discussed is the most sensitive issue for married women. "Yes, you were married before you got married."

It turns out that the word entertainment has no impact. Zaya is still pouting. Even angry, maybe.

"If you are willing to be pitted, fearing Mas even so feel can be fair, feel able to give you a golden ticket to enter heaven as well. Though Mas is nothing, only a person with a lack of religious knowledge in the name of Allah and the Messenger of Allah for the benefit of Mas itself. After all, the polygamy campaign that was predicted as the most important Apostle's sunah is now a business land, Yang. Well, it makes a man who is difficult to hold orgasm like this Mas. Luckily, Mas has a wife who can shift focus so as not to just obey orgasm, so must think a thousand times if you want polygamy."

Although still looks irritated, Zaya's facial water is not as rough as before.

"I want to, 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."

Vita's statement this afternoon made Afriz aware of his daydream just now. Then the man closed his eyes which began to feel heavy, although on the other side of his mind he could not be reconciled. His memories and thoughts swirled on the events of today.

Don't tell me, Zaya still remembers the discussion of the second wife, even though Afriz had no intention of realizing it?

If I may be honest, whichever Afriz polygamous, if faced with a wife who is not neko-neko, quiet, shy, uphold honesty, and looks helpless he has made this confusion.

So, what happens if he married a woman whose carrier is inversely proportional to Zaya?

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