Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
The Impact of Last Night

Zaya had woken up early in the morning, before the dawn. Because to be honest, what happened last night to him and Afriz made it difficult to sleep well.

Now he was busy holding his own lips, suddenly feeling embarrassed half to death when remembering the incident last night.

Then he looked at his chest. At midnight last night, two buttons of baby doll clothes that cover the upper body until it was open because of the actions of her husband who likes to fumble to make her complacent and almost out of control.

That was all that happened to both of them last night. No more, even though it is almost permanent if the goats Pak Kuswin not frenzied and forced the two to check some of the four-legged animals in the cage.

However, that alone has succeeded in making Zaya feel the need to be swallowed by the earth right now, and need to shake the shadows.

Afriz immediately opened his eyes when he heard the sound of dawn. The direction of view is fixed upwards to adjust the minimum light intensity.

He found a wooden blandar and bamboo ribs between the tile arrangement. Then he looked around, looking for someone who might still be next to him. However, he did not find that figure.

After his life began to gather, the man rose from his bed, then rubbed his eyes. Gathering the rest of the lives that are still left in nature sleep. Then stand up, head for the bathroom to pee.

The man met Zaya, as soon as he passed the door of the room. The woman in front of him immediately lowered her head, when faced with him.

After what happened last night, his wife just acted like this?

Then with his jail Afriz closed the access road to the door of the room. To know how his wife reacted.

"Mas move aside, I want to pass by," said Zaya without wanting to see her interlocutor.

"Why nduk?" her question ignored Zaya's speech just now.

"No reason."

"Well, if that's all right, look at me."

Zaya just shook her head. Still in the same position.

Not wanting to argue longer because he felt unable to hold the pee, Afriz chose to give up. He shifted his body, giving Zaya a way to enter the room. "Sana, go to the room first. But you pray the dawn awaits Mas. I'll pee with wudu first."

Zaya nodded, and half ran towards the room. Meanwhile, Afriz just stared at his wife's departure with a strange look. Then only able to shake, while starting to step to his goal earlier.

After leaving, Afriz headed to Zaya's private room. His wife had prepared a skullcap and a sarong as well as a prayer mat that had been called for him.

But what Afriz found was Zaya who kept her head down from the moment she walked into this room until she finished wearing a sarong and skullcap. Made his forehead slightly wrinkled because of this, and his wrinkles only stopped when he was about to lead their prayers.

The wrinkles on Afriz's forehead appeared again when they finished praying. Zaya really did not want to look at him, although still willing to kiss the back of his hand. Though he felt that he had nothing wrong with this woman in front of him.

After all, what Afriz got last night was natural, right?

"Be careful from earlier, how do you keep bowing. Why?"

"No reason."

"Mas got it wrong to you?"

Zaya just shook her head.

"Well, if you're not wrong, you should see. From that moment on nunduuuk. I'm worried if you're rich. It feels so bad this is." Afriz cupped his wife's face, forcing the interlocutor to look her in the eye. Trying to plumb the woman's mind through her two eyes.

Afriz could see that his wife's face was blushing instantly, so clearly between the white cloths. "Is there a problem?" ask again.

Zaya shook her head again.

Afriz grinned jail, so getting the conclusion that he corals carelessly. "That kiss last night was less, huh? Want to add?"

Not yet had Zaya responded or refused, Afriz had already acted first.

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"Where are you going, Yang, how come you don't look?"

Zaya who was busy mengolek red chili, turned her head for a while. "Find the grass, Mas."

"This morning?"

Zaya. Because, the thing asked by her husband has become a habit of her father.

Hearing the explanation from his interlocutor, Afriz nodded in understanding. Admired at once. Because, even though last night Mr. Kuswin watched the puppet until dawn, but he still woke up as usual.

Then Afriz continued his activities. "It's diapain, yang, if it's peeled?" ask him while showing the garlic he just peeled.

Zaya handed him a plastic bowl that had been poured with water. "Cemplungin' here, keep washing."

"The redhead is peeled off, isn't it?"

"Yes. If it's, it's implanted there, too, it's all washed."

Afriz held up the thumb of his right hand. Then start peeling the red onion he has held.

Within five minutes, Zaya heard a slow sobbing from the man next to her. "Why, Mas? Pedes huh, his eyes?" tanyanya while smiling amusedly.

"Heem. Peeling an onion, how about if left behind you?"

Zaya patted the man's arm, slowly. "Dadies. The crunchy shrimp are still a bit of a dreadlocks."

"But this is really, deh, Yang. How can I get a gini, huh?"

Zaya checks what's wrong with the way Afriz peels an onion. "Yes like that, if the end attached to the root is cut. Keep on, still able to peel what is not?"

"Well, whose name is husband and wife is supposed to be like this. Shaman. So glad to see it."

The voice of his father-in-law made Afriz not to answer about his irregularities continue peeling the onion which is only a few fruits.

Mr. Kuswin smiled as he approached Afriz. "Le, you guys are coming home a little unlucky, yeah. You want to ask for something, please" he said continuing his words just now.

Afriz turned his head, looking at his in-laws. "Ready, Sir. What do you want to ask for help?" he held the onion and the knife.

"This. I ask you to bring the grass from the field, use the motor Mr. I'll help you put it on the bike."

"Oh, yeah-yeah. Ready. I'm leaving now, or ...."

"Let's not later, Le, if the bike has been heated by me."

"Ready, sir."

After Mr. Kuswin left from the front, Zaya asked, "Indeed Mas is not in a hurry, if you have to help Mr. ngusung grass?"

"No. Maybe we're still here, too, right?"

While the couple was in the kitchen, Ms. Darmi who had just returned home, approached Mr. Kuswin who happened to be pushing the motor to the yard. It seems like the woman wanted to say something.

"How, Sir?" she said in a voice that only her husband could hear.

"What's how?" asked Mr. Kuswin is still busy pushing the motor.

Ms. Darmi patiently waited for her husband. "Yes my daughter and my daughter. Did they do that last night?" askanya, once Mr. Kuswin has stopped.

"Yes, I remember." Mr. Kuswin turned his head to the right and left, making sure that no neighbors were passing by. "Last night you saw Mas Pam near the puppet show" he said quietly, not answering his wife's question at all.

Anxious raut dominated Bu Darmi's face. "This is what I'm worried about. Keep going, she met Zaya?"

"Alhamdulillah no. Zaya was home last night."

"If they meet secretly how, sir?"

Mr. Kuswin was silent. The possibility expressed by his wife could be yes can not. But she was convinced that her daughter had not seen Pam. "If you have met, surely Mas Pam will not look at the place of the puppet, to? So, I guess what you're afraid of doesn't happen."

Bu Darmi's face looks not as wrapped as before, although not yet fully relieved. "Well, I remember something too. You don't know yet, if during their marriage, Nak Afriz has never been so with our son? I was worried that Zaya would not even give her husband rights because she still had feelings for Mas Pram. So, I guess, the only way to keep their household from disbanding, is that they should have children soon."

"Mom, don't force the will so. Let them get married naturally."

"If Mas Pam is still trying to find Zaya, while Zaya is not yet trustworthy, I can not stay silent, sir."

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