
Zayen remained in his calm and relaxed position, not the least of which Zayen did not look anxious or agitated.
"Papa believes in you, Zayen. That is the man in charge. Then, papa take Afna and take care of papa's only daughter. If you feel bored with your job, go to papa company. There's no condition for you to enter the company."
"Thank you in advance, Pa. As much as possible Zayen will make Afna comfortable and happy of course. Papa doesn't have to worry, Zayen is in charge of everything.
"Alright, papa won't force you."
"Thank you, Pa." He replied, Mr. Tirta nodded and smiled. After that Mr. Tirta immediately got up from his seat.
"Give me mama, it looks like papa has to hurry to get home. Because there's still work pending."
"Yes, Pa. Hold on, Zayen call me mama."
Zayen immediately called his mother-in-law who seemed to be in the lounge, where else if not the dining room.
"Sorry Ma, in the living room papa's waiting."
"Papa, ooh yeah. Afna, mommy comes home first. Next time mom and dad play at your house. Son Zayen, mama leave Afna everything to you. Don't forget, often play at home. No one's home, it feels lonely."
"Yes, Ma. Next time if there is free time Zayen will invite Afna to play at home." Answer as best as possible.
"Yes, my mom's coming home."
"Be careful, Ma." Say the two in unison, and then Madame Nessa immediately went into the guest room.
"Have you finished talking?" ask the husband while standing up straight.
"Already, darling. Come on, let's go home." Bring along.
"Papa and mama go home first, son. If you need anything, don't call me mom and dad."
"Yes Ma, mom and dad need to worry about both of us." Answer Zayen.
After saying goodbye, Mr. Tirta with his wife immediately went home. Because it feels bad if you linger long at his daughter-in-law's house. Plus the newlyweds, it feels like a bully.
Both of Afna's parents are no longer visible shadow of his car. Afna and Zayen went back inside the house, Zayen locked the door.
Afna's feelings are now mixed with her taste, plus only two with the husband. Making Afna all misbehaved, while Zayen still act ordinary.
"I want to rest and don't wake me, whoever comes to this house. And don't open the door, today I don't want to take guests."
"Well, but.." he said cut off.
"But? what the hell."
"You are my wife, what I have is yours too. So you don't have to ask me anymore. Just don't argue with what I showed you."
"Thank you, at least I'm asking you for permission."
"You just wait here, or sit in the living room. Safer, let me get you the laptop." Zayen immediately went to the room and handed the laptop to the wife dang.
"Here's the laptop, use it as best you can. Handari relate to others, I don't like him."
"Thank you. Take it easy, I just want to learn about cooking and making kueh, that's all." He answered while receiving a laptop from his husband.
"Good, you have a lot to learn about being a good wife. So that you know what the duties and obligations of a wife to her husband. I hope that laptop helps you to get the answer." His words immediately left Afna who was still dumb.
Zayen immediately entered the room, then he immediately dropped his body on the bed.
She was busy with her laptop.
'Duties of a wife, duties of a wife. Do I have to serve my husband who looks so spooky. Aaah where can I, there I cry and fear. Where's the brewokan, gondrong again. Handsome from up close, but shudder horrified me.' He muttered while turning on the laptop.
Suddenly Afna curious about the contents of her laptop, Afna tried to find something important. Who knows if something is important, he thought.
Many times Afna searched for something that her husband thought was important, but still Afna did not find it.
'He's so mysterious, why is there only CCTV? oh, my stupid. Yes, yes, there is CCTV. Where anything important easily handed it to me. For what try, a small house like this installed CCTV in every corner of the room. While in this house alone there are no luxury items, then why installed CCTV?' he murmured who still could not believe it.
Because of the frustration of not getting something that way, Afna immediately opened youtube to look for ways to learn to cook and make kueh.
"If it's not recorded, how can I learn." His grunts, then Afna immediately searched for books and pens around the room.
'There's no book, there's no way I'm asking Zayen, and while he's still sleeping, he'll be angry if I wake up. Aaah, learning to cook it was postponed first. I'd rather change the channel, he told me to learn to be a good wife. Well I'll try, it looks like it'll take a long time to listen to him. While waiting for Zayen to wake up from his sleep, I busied to learn to be a good wife.' He murmured again while thinking to find a good video to listen to.
Seriously, Afna listened to the advice of the wives for quite a long time. Without realizing it, there have been many videos watched. At once Afna's heart was touched, she felt she was not yet a perfect wife. Although there is no love for her husband, Afna will try to remain respectful. But sometimes her heart still remembered the pain of Seyn, the sister of her own husband.
Afna remembered his deathly appeal, to make Afna believe him very much. But in reality, Seyn has impregnated his best friend. Afna feels betrayed so painfully by her former lover and the second by her own best friend.
Suddenly his tears had fallen and soaked the smooth cheeks of Afna.
"Why are you crying? do you regret marrying me? Just tell me, before I touch you. Also our marriage is still the same age as planting corn, you still have the freedom to choose. I don't want coercion, because I'm a normal guy who anytime I can do it. If you've touched me, then you'll never have freedom."
The deg!!! afna's heart felt like it was going to be dislodged, when she heard Zayen's last words. Zayen was still bowing behind Afna who was sitting on the sofa.
Afna was still confused to answer him, he seemed to be in a very difficult position. What Zayen said was all true, but if he only followed his own will it would not necessarily be as expected. Afna is still weighing questions from Zayen. Trying to compose the right sentence to throw it.