Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 9

Wiya rushed to the mushola. His heart felt sandy when he saw the husband sleeping in a state of leaning with a tired face and a shirt that had been loosened, his tie somewhere, his black suit was placed right next to his seat. There was also a package that must have contained the food that Zayn had brought to Wiya.

Wiya chose to immediately establish prayer without waking Zayn, considering he was very late and would soon enter Ashar time.

Wiya does not immediately remove the mucus used. She picked up the black suit that was strewn on the floor and began to wake her husband up slowly. Soon adzah ashar, there will be many employees who enter the mosque.

"Mas.." call her slowly to touch Zayn's cheek. Actually Wiya was frightened to imagine the anger of her husband. "Mas, wake up."

Zayn blinked his eyes, at first smiling as he caught the beautiful image of his beloved wife before his eyes. After a few seconds as his consciousness recovered, Zayn glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"You just prayed dzuhur at this hour?" ketus tanyanya.

"the fold is just finished," replied Wiya slowly. She did not dare look her husband in the eyes.

"Oh yeah coverage, we'll talk about ba'da ashar coverage later"

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After the completion of the Ashar prayer, Wiya's heart was more and more unbecoming. She was afraid to face her husband's attitude. This time he was guilty. If there was a way to make amends, he would. Zayn is not a violent and emotional man. But behind the fresh and wet face and hair after prayer, read disappointment that is difficult to guess.

"Mas," call Wiya when they're just about to get out of the mosque.

"We eat first, I'm hungry. You haven't had lunch, have you?"

Wiya just nodded her head. They returned to Wiya's room and enjoyed a late lunch. Wiya served grilled fish and sauteed vegetables that had been cold, then joined her husband with a feeling of unworthiness.

"Be careful of the fish's thorns, can't you? here I take it," Zayn separated the thorn from the flesh of the fish with his hand and placed it on Wiya's plate.

Wiya was really getting scared by Zayn's attitude like this. I don't know what her husband is planning. Wiya is determined to accept whatever the consequences of her mistake, as long as her husband forgives her.

"Mas," call Wiya again when they're done eating.

"Where's the car key? let's go home now, we'll talk at home!"

She handed the key to her husband. Zayn immediately stepped out without waiting for his wife to get ready. Wiya immediately got up to pick up her bag, also took her husband's suit that was left just like that on the sofa.

Risma swallowed the weight of her salivation, between fear and admiration that could not be lied to, when she saw the husband of her leader was out of the room with only a white shirt was not berdasi, open collar buttons and the end of the arm that is deliberately folded up to the elbow. Zayn took a quick step regardless of where anyone was. Only then did the wife seem to catch up to him in a hurry.

"Risma, you go home alone." said Wiya in a hurry. Risma understood it right, this kind of scene was not the first time that happened. But Wiya's panic was like going up one level higher.

"I.iya ma'am, be careful."

Wiya passed away leaving Risma and following her husband's steps. Uncaptured, Zayn turned out to have arrived at the car and started the engine. Wiya went straight in and sat down next to her husband without asking much. Zayn drove Wiya's car to their residence not too far from there.

***

Arriving at home. They didn't go straight into the room. Zayn invites Wiya to sit in the living room. Wiya went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of drink for her husband. Perhaps the little things can help to ease her husband's anger a little.

"Drink of gold" put a glass on the table, and sat facing her husband like he was ready for trial.

Zayn sipped freshness and may the blessing of a glass of water that his wife served. When the glass was put back on the table, the phone in his pocket shook. Incoming call from Mama Wulan. Zayn stood out answering the call.

Samar can hear the conversation from inside. Zayn says he's going to Mama's house now. Either Wiya must be relieved or vice versa, because it means the problem is not finished.

"I have to go to my mom's house now, wait for me to come home. Don't go anywhere else!" he told his wife who was still frightened.

Zayn approached his wife and raised the chin, making their eyes snap at a glance and lock each other.

"Don't cry, go to the room, clean up and rest. You must be really cape. It won't take long.Wait for ya." He said in a soft and friendly tone, making Wiya so expect there is a next scene.

"I go Wiy, lock the door!" said Zayn let go of Wiya's face and passed away leaving his wife who was already hoping for more.

"Be careful, sir" replied Wiya who stood up to let go of her husband and locked the door as her husband ordered.

Wiya immediately went into their room, cleaned up. Turning on a warm, high-pressure shower helps relax tense nerves all day. Not enough with that, she turned to a bath that had previously been filled with a bath bomb, hoping to help her determine the mood to face her husband later.

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The House of Haris

Mama Wulan enthusiastically welcomes the arrival of Zayn. As usual when the roar of the car that entered the parking lot, Mama Wulan will immediately open the door and wait for the child and daughter-in-law in front. A look of disappointment appeared on his face when he saw Zayn coming down from the car himself.

"Assalamualaikum ma," said Zayn kissed Mama Wulan's forehead and went straight inside.

"Kok alone anyway? which wife are you?" mama followed Zayn's steps, apparently her son went straight to the dining table.

"What did you cook today? Zayn Kangen wants to eat mama's cooking,"

"Mom again asked, Zayn!"

"Oh, Wiya? Wiya there, ma'am's house," put food on her plate. "She just got home, tired like that. So Zayn himself was here. Vhieya and Nikki where's ma?"

"Still on top. Zayn, if you two are still equally busy like this, when do you want to have offspring?"

Zayn stopped feeding food to his mouth. Almost a year into their marriage, this was the first time Mama Wulan had asked this question.

"Mama..."

"I'm sorry Zayn, but I see that no one thinks of having a child. Both are busy, endless. Husband where, Wife where, dizzy to see. Next month you're married for a year, but there's no sign of your mama nimang Zayn's granddaughter, hmm"

"Mama, mama is wrong if you think we don't want to have children. Moreover, Wiya, she always looks for ways and efforts to get pregnant. How many times did Zayn make a pregnancy program, Zayn aja who did not want to ma. Our marriage is only one year old, Zayn wants everything to happen naturally, not forced."

"Yes, mama knows. But if the condition is still like this no one wants to give up, how can you focus on having a baby? Brigitta has 4 children Zayn, Mama also wants nimang grandson of blood meat itself."

"Mama, pregnancy is not something that can be forced by ma. Zayn hope mama doesn't talk about this in front of Wiya ya ma, pity her later thought."

"Yes, sorry mom. Mama dear Wiya, mama dear to you, mama hope you both continue and try."

"God willing, mother pray. Mama asked Zayn to come home to talk about Nikki's engagement plans, right?"

"Yes, you finish the meal first. Mama asked Mba Sari to call Nikki upstairs."

After talking about Nikki and Bian's engagement plan, Zayn immediately went home, he had neatly arranged a series of sentences that he would ask and he conveyed to his wife later.

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