Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 22

After returning from the examination, the days Wiya went through were no longer too heavy. Like the burden of his mind had diminished. He was more able to enjoy the time after waiting. Wiya had even read the contents of the magazine she bought and applied the tips directly from Brigitta. Wiya did not hesitate to praise Brigitta and asked directly when they visited Baby Yumna.

Zayn is getting busy because he has to complete his project according to the promised time. He also did not want to delay his wife's time for vacation.

Actually, Zayn had advised Wiya to stay at the house of Mama Wulan or Mama. But Wiya remained more comfortable living in their home. Today he went to IQ Media to bring Zayn lunch. He also wanted to meet Vela.

"Yep?" Vela stood up as she watched Wiya enter.

"Hay Vel" said Wiya with her husband's secretary. "How are you?"

"I'm good, please come in. You're inside" said Vela, half embarrassed. He was still ashamed of his behavior towards Wiya.

"Okay, I'm with Mas Zayn for lunch. We'll have another conversation" said Wiya

She entered the room of her husband who was busy with some documents on the table. Wiya immediately entered to serve the food she brought.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas,"

"Darling, have you arrived? bawain what?

"Only crab saos oyster same pergedel maize mas," he said while opening the structure to the guest table.

"Heummm,"

"Much more work? I'm bribing ya?"

"No, we eat together,"

Wiya opened the window of Zayn's room so that the aroma of the food he brought did not settle inside. They enjoyed lunch while gazing at the view of the city from a height.

"Wiy, if you want to go to the office as usual, I don't have a problem. Just so you can enjoy," said Zayn. Because Zayn felt guilty and afraid that Wiya felt constrained because of his request.

"Hmm, how the hell is that? I'm okay, mas. This is also delicious. I don't want my job to shirk my primary duties,"

"But you know, right? the doctor said you can not stress, you have to find a fun activity. I haven't been able to get you in two months,"

"Actually I also do not know what makes me really happy, but for a while let's just like this mas, not bad anyway,"

After accompanying her husband to lunch, Wiya asked permission to chat with Vela in front. And Zayn allowed it.

Vela's not too awkward. Their conversation flows so relaxed and fun. Starting from the story of Bang Soleh that is too innocent, to tell things related to community activities. Zayn occasionally overhears his wife's laughter from the room.

"So you've already received Vel's leave letter?" ask Wiya.

"It's Wiy, and it's in Acc. Hope everything goes according to plan,"

"I hope so too, I have asked Risma to immediately send disbursements of funds collected from donors and from ZA itself" said Wiya. "You know what? the flash that Ditya doctor gave me yesterday, the pictures and videos I repeated, as fun as it could do something for the crowd" said Wiya sincerely with a sparkling gaze.

"If you could come, yes,"

"Ahahaha, I really want to, really want to. But where is possible! I can't swim Vela. Anyway I'm married. No longer single and free like you. If I go, who will my husband be?"

"You want to join them?" asked Zayn from the front door of his room which made Wiya and Vela surprised.

"Eh, since when were you there? done yet?" standing near her husband.

"Well, are we going home now?"

"Yeah!" holding her husband's hand. "We'll connect next time, Vel, I'll go home first. Bye."

"Yes Wiy, be careful."

***

All the way to their residence. Wiya asks Zayn for permission to open the video that has been moved to his phone. Wiya put on a headset so as not to disturb the concentration of her husband who was driving.

The expression of arcingah, enthusiastic and happy is seen from the look on his wife's face while repeating the video recording. Especially in the scene where small children on the island say thank you to the donors with the dialect of Malay language inland and with their innocent faces. Zayn watched as a look of expectant gaze emanated from his wife's eyes.

"Wiya," he called.

"Yes mas?"

"If you want to join those volunteers for next month's activities, I don't mind. Count your free time. Before we go on vacation."

"Mas, are you serious?" turning her body to face her husband. "That's 14 days of activity, and its location in one of the hamlets in the village of Key. You know that's very remote?"

"I can see that you're happy and enthusiastic about everything that's said,"

"Yes, I am so grateful. And just twilight can be a small part of them,"

"It would be more fun to go down and join them, right?"

"But I don't think about getting there anyway, who are you here for?"

"Darling, I'm glad if you want to go. Once you need to play around. But you have to take care of yourself. Keep the boundaries of communication and interaction. And most importantly, take care of this" Zayn clasped Wiya's hand and pointed it at his chest.

"Mas, I still can't believe it? Seriously you want me to leave later?" wiya enthusiastically jumped up and down in her seat. The hand was released.

"Well, what you really want to go, is just afraid I won't go, right?"

"But, how are we gonna do with Dr. Anne?"

"We haven't made the schedule yet, have we? We can meet him after you get home,"

Without answering her husband's words, Wiya cheerfully hugged Zayn's body. I think he just won the lottery. If now Zayn asks what is the fun thing that can make him happy, the answer is now certain. Getting permission from husband.

***

The days leading up to departure were thrilling. Wiya prepared everything carefully, including his physique. She never forgot to take vitamins from Dr. Anne and also herbs from her mother.

Since stating that he allowed Wiya to participate in the activity, Zayn noticed a significant change in his wife's mood. Wiya was never again troubled and restless with questions or statements of people about descent.

Every time they get in touch, Wiya also never again does strange things that force fertilization to be successful. Zayn could feel how much more his wife enjoyed each time they made love. There were no more frills and whines of Wiya behind her.

The thoughts that often come to disturb his sanity are now starting to fade. Wiya has been able to put it all together, because it turns out there are many things that God has given in his life but escaped from gratitude. Now he is focused on being grateful for what he has.

The effect is, household life that feels warmer, sometimes hot exciting. Almost every day they do it, as if the activity is giving a different sensation every day. No night is missed without mutual satisfaction.

"Cape darling?" asked Zayn with a sharp breath.

Wiya nodded as she was unable to speak normally after taking a high breath and let out a long scream. His body still feels shaky. How not, they repeat the same thing in different places. In the TV room, the bathroom, even on the table in the room.

"Just this time I see you're enjoying it so much, take a break! tomorrow you must go," he warmed his wife's forehead.

They both fell asleep enveloped in the warmth of the finished passion. Either because tomorrow Wiya must leave her husband some time, either because they make love without thinking about something, which is clear silence must be a witness, he said, how embodiment of love really should be enjoyed by both people who claim to love each other. Balanced, even though they should both fall.

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