Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
She's Gone

Zaya and Afriz were both silent, like they were running out of chat material. Luckily, Mr. Kuswin's call broke the silence between the two.

Afriz hurried to fulfill his father-in-law's call.

Mr. Kuswin is already standing next to his duck bike. The man waited for his daughter-in-law who was passing through the door and followed by his daughter. Staring with relief while holding back laughter when seeing the behavior of the newlyweds. Then the expression is as normal as possible when the two young people are in front of him.

Zaya saw clearly the familiarity between her father and husband, who were talking about the weather and what activities the two would be doing this morning.

Before exiting earlier, Zaya had seen a wall clock showing at eight in the morning. The sun is getting excited showing its existence.

"It usually goes on, Le. Early in the morning the weather must have been sunny. Zuhur will rain heavily. Sometimes the wind and lightning are also about the size."

"Then the weather is full of surprises, yes, sir," Afriz said.

"Yes, I was surprised. Maybe because he was so surprised to also make the electricity go out."

"Electricity here goes out a lot, sir?"

"Not often, Le. In fact, it has become a subscription, especially if the cable is hit by tree branches, so it is short."

Zaya herself was astonished as well. His father was a match for Afriz. The man was never silent if he had faced his daughter-in-law, beyond the familiarity with Zaya who was his own biological child.

The thing that Mr. Kuswin is now showing is completely inversely proportional to the reaction shown when he meets Pam.

"You're supposed to reflect, yeah. Who are you, Pam who is. You're just a father's son, not in line with Mas Pam's family."

Mas Pam's.

Zaya had not known for a long time how the son of the former head of Karang Kidul village was. For two years he had never seen the face of his first love, which many girls loved.

"You're the one driving, the one in the back, huh?" bargain Mr. Kuswin, and immediately embraced by his interlocutor. Forcing Zaya to stop the memory of Pam.

Zaya kissed his father's hand and said, "Be careful, yes, sir."

"Yes. What drives your husband anyway. If there's anything with you, it's your husband's responsibility."

Afriz seemed hesitant to say anything. Usually it never is like this. "The car leaves first, yes," he said, before starting the bike.

Zaya turned her head, then nodded in response. She reached out, reaching for the palm of her husband who had previously held the handlebars of the motor. Then he kissed the back of the right hand that had just released the handlebars. "Be careful, yes, Mom. The morning land after a night of heavy rain is usually slippery" he said slowly, reminding.

Zaya let go of Afriz's departure as if her husband was going to go on a peace mission in a conflict-prone area.

...***...

Shortly after Zaya entered the house, her mother was waiting.

"Come here for a second. I want to talk."

Zaya according, then occupied the lacquered - a long bench made of bamboo—which is the same as her mother. He faced his mother, waiting for what she would say.

"Mom really doesn't want to interfere in your bed business. But I think I have an obligation to give you understanding."

Deg.

Zaya's feelings were suddenly bad. His brain predicts that yesterday's conversation about a husband and wife relationship that he has never had with Afriz will be discussed again this morning.

Zaya gulped. This sensitive topic managed to make him shudder, unimaginable. "Mas ... A-Afriz doesn't want to have children."

"Is that?"

Assured, Zaya nodded. "Mas Afriz says ... Faiz is too small to have a sister."

Bu Darmi sighed for a moment before saying. "Once again I say, I have no right to interfere in your bed. But I have an obligation to give you an explanation for this." Ms. Darmi deepened her gaze to her daughter. "Your husband's age is ripe, and of course sees women in another way. Even though he does not want to have children, he is still a man who has inner needs. Moreover, you guys have lived together for almost three months. His needs as an adult man must want to be fulfilled."

Zaya was about to open her mouth to answer or at least explain the situation a little, but was not.

"Even if he never asks you to fulfill it, he actually wants to. Because you have to take the initiative first. At least, that's how you thank her for helping you raise and care for Faiz."

As a woman who has entered the adult phase, Zaya certainly already understands this. But imagining himself in the same place as Afriz, touching each other's skin without any obstructions, then doing physical activity that produces the creaking of the bed, and their hot activity only stopped when both of them were both tired, he could not afford.

His heart beats faster. His blood flow was hard. The feathers bristled.

Bu Darmi himself actually could not bear to see Zaya could only be dumbfounded like now. He realized that what he said just now was impressed like teaching his son to be a cheap woman, even in front of his own husband.

But there's no other choice. He must be firm, must urge Zaya to quickly bond with Afriz so that there is nothing to worry about anymore.

Ms. Darmi will not be able to calm down if she has not been able to prove for herself that Zaya's feelings for Pam are really not left. Yes, with a strong bond named son.

...***...

"Said, Zaya is married. It's been three or four months, I'm."

Pam immediately looked. Seeking the truth of what the friend who is the spy says. There was a rumble in his chest upon hearing the notification just now.

How did he get so far?

"That's it, just move on. Find another one, there are still many high-ting virgins who want you. Your heart does not need to be made over, it will even be a cendol dawet will bother."

Unlike her best friend who laughed indistinctly, Pam ignored the sloppy just now. "Whose husband is Zaya? People of the region here?"

Of course Pam would not be able to accept if in fact Zaya married by people in her village. That's a sassy man by his name.

"Would you ask me about her husband Zaya which person?"

"Just want to know. Just answer whose husband Zaya is."

"Ndhak! It will be something like before. I'm not getting caught up."

Pam snorted at the statement of her best friend who did not understand it at all this time. "Suami Zaya isn't more handsome than me, to?" So he never discussed what, he was comparing apparently with the look of Zaya's husband.

"More handsome you are, and you are younger than her husband Zaya. Already satisfied?"

Unsatisfied with her interlocutor's answer, Pam shook her head. "Then Zaya shouldn't have married him. Because he's no more handsome."

"Yes, he thought too late, anyway. So he's more picky for sure."

"Zaya asked me to wait, at least until she graduated college and got a job. But actually?"

"Ambyaaaarrr!!!"