Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
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Although the air conditioning has been set to be low-temperature, Zaya is still angry. Besides, he was very bored. He had been hospitalized for three nights, but he felt there was nothing to worry about regarding his condition and the baby.

He felt healthy, although a little dizzy, nauseous, and not infrequently the back to his left head felt very sick. Lately, she has been suffering from insomnia. But isn't that normal for pregnant women like her?

Zaya glanced at the person across, who was faithfully waiting for her in this place. Una no bored-boss invite Faiz interact until the toddler was asleep in the sling. Faiz was already more able to accept the presence of his biological mother. However, such circumstances actually make Zaya feel uncomfortable and lonely.

Zaya was agitated by herself. Later, if Faiz really has become accustomed to being in his absence because he is too comfortable with Una, how? Who would he fight with, without Faiz? Until now, he still needs the toddler to share tears and laughter, as has happened to both over the past year.

"Why are you, huh? Your head hurts again?" ask Una to worry.

Zaya shakes. "I'm not doing anything, brother. Just thirsty."

Understood, Una nodded then about to turn the crank so that Zaya could get up without having to move.

"No need, brother," hold Zaya. "Let me wake up alone." Then he moved until it made a cryyet sound from the bed he occupied.

"Sister," call Zaya after drinking and return the glass to its original place. "I'm pinjem hape Brother again, okay?"

"Can." Una headed to the sofa where he put the bag, then took the phone from his bag. "This," he said, as he returned before Zaya. "Do you want to get in touch with the husband?"

"No, anyway. Mau najai aja," replied Zaya calmly, despite having to endure the rumble in the chest when she heard the word 'husband'.

"Oh," replied Una, for the umpteenth time feeling something was wrong. But at least Zaya's reaction was normal, unlike yesterday. "Later when it's finished, my gap is just cut. I'm gonna take a break. When you're done, you rest too."

Zaya just nodded, though still had to desperately hold the wedge in mind. However, the discomfort was gone when his eyes caught the text basmalah on the screen of the phone, which he soon read slowly and carefully. He did not want to disturb other patients, considering this was already two hours a quarter early in the morning.

Coinciding with the completion of Zaya chanting digital Quranic verses in hand, a message from an unknown number came in. Then he accidentally read the contents that are clearly displayed on the top screen.

[I'm Afriz, Zaya's husband. Please tell me, if you meet Zaya.]

Then a series of messages came in again.

[I am right² worried about his condition and the condition of our baby]

[I ask for help with a lot. Thank you]

There was a turmoil that made Zaya's breath become dashed. In a small heart, there was a sense of relief because Afriz did not completely lose responsibility for him. But these things were not enough to be the reason to go home, even though he wanted to.

"... You should be self-conscious, if at my brother's house, you and your son are just hitchhiking."

Mr. Life is gone. Ms. Lively was unceasingly looking for reproach and reinforcements to corner her position. Nida has said and acted that basically no longer want to have a sister-in-law like her.

Zaya could have ignored what others said and made Afriz the only reason to stay, but unfortunately the man instead blatantly gave Vita a way to get back into the arms, and it was plastered in front of his eyes straight away.

"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."

"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."

Holding back the heaviness of her head and the pain in her upper back, Zaya typed in a reply to the message she had just read.

[Sorry, mom. I don't know where Zaya is. Better find it somewhere else]

Zaya misses her husband. But again he had no good reason to go home to the man. Even so, Zaya let Afriz's face constantly overshadow in wishful thinking.

...***...

Lazily, Afriz turned his body to look at the wall clock. And how surprised he was, knowing that it was now seven in a few minutes. Without lingering himself rose to holiness and prayer.

Afriz had finished the prayer -- which he himself was not so sure could still be called the dawn prayer or not. After that, check the phone. He recalls that based on a reply message from Una last night, Zaya is not with Una, and automatically forces him to seek the most likely destination to find his wife.

The wife turned on her phone, to again tinker with the woman's personal WhatsApp application, which somehow became her new hobby.

His eyes were often disturbed when he saw the small dot next to the word 'status', reflexively carrying his finger to slide the screen to simply remove the new status sign from the list of contacts that Zaya kept. Anxiety towards the dot sign that finally brought Afriz on Vita's shipment.

Some close the aurat tightly but the zina. There is a smooth and polite way of speaking but full of lies. Some have a hobby of reading the Koran but the way. Some salatnya diligent but not polite to neighbors. There are also those who wear open clothes but their hearts are good. No need to be holy. We are both sinners who are only different ways of choosing sin.

Afriz did not really understand what the purpose and purpose of the Vita to make uthak-athik gathuk for the good and sin of others.

If her intention was to insinuate Zaya into continuing the war on social media like last night, it would seem that she had been mistargeted. The Zaya closed the aurat and was not an adulterous man, spoke softly and politely and rarely lied, a hobby of reading the Koran and not a prostitute, covered clothes and good heart.

"Which one are you?" dicte Afriz, still itching to continue his defense of Zaya after last night he was busy clarifying the spread of Vita.

Uh, it turns out there are still more Vita posts that smell syar'i. This time it was a screenshot of a comment on the woman's Instagram account.

Don't worry too much about people who don't like us. The road to heaven does not pass in front of his house.

Well, this time Afriz was sure that the writing he had just read was intended for Zaya. Although many do not like the existence of Zaya as his wife, Zaya should not be dizzy. Unfortunately, if it came in as a comment on Vita's post last night, it felt like it was the wrong target.

Now Afriz's view rolled into the next post, then found a reality that contrasted with the content of the message he received in the early hours of the morning.

There was a woman who had just shared a photo with Faiz!

Last night I slept well with my mom, baby, even though I only slept on a mat on the hospital floor.

Not stopping there, the contact named 'Kak Una' was even sharing a photo again. This time it features a portrait of the woman undergoing the examination.

And as soon as reading the accompanying quote, Afriz's heart seemed to fall out instantly.

Cepet's cured, Zaya.

Impatiently, Afriz replied to the shipment. [In which hospital?]