The Bujang Lapuk
Turns out she was

It feels like Za really wants to hide under the gazebo at that time. When Fatma called Mr. Irsyad's niece and the man approached them. Why should he be Mr. Irsyad's niece?

"Where was that yesterday, Dhil? Success?" ask Fatma.

"Gagal, Ma'am," said the man called Dhil was brief. Plus the typical resigned face of people who fail to carry out a mission.

Fatma. "Why?"

Fadhil raises his shoulders. "Maybe there's a better option."

Fatma also put on a sad face. But only for a moment. Because then he smiled again.

"Oh yes, Dhil. Recognize this is a friend of Mommy's. Name's Zahidah. He taught the same school at Om Irsyad's school as well." Fatma introduces Fadhil to Za who is looking down and pretending to be busy with her dress.

"Fyi, he's still single!" fatma whispered but was heard by both.

Za looked up nervously and returned Fadhil's smile aimed at him. A stiff smile that is seen once if forced. The same is true with Za who somehow forms the arch of his lips now.

Fortunately, Fadhil left the place immediately. He entered the room which was a warehouse. Pick up a box with keys to fix Mr. Irsyad's car.

"That was Mr. Irsyad's nephew, Za. How do you think?"

"Good!" reply spontaneous.

Fatma stared fixedly at Za. "Are you not focused, Za?" ask her because Za's answer sounds like commenting on something.

"-i mean..lumayan."

The tongue of Fatma is heard. "Aren't you interested? He is a lot of Za. Almost four heads. But his face doesn't look very old, does it?"

Za does not deny but also does not justify. What Fatma said did not need an answer. Maybe Mr. Irsyad's family genes are like that. His face does not reflect his age. Because not only Fadhil, Fatma's husband was like that. He was half a century old, but his face looked ten years younger.

"You heard it yourself. He failed ta'aruf. If you want, I'll talk to Mr. Irsyad."

Yes still silent. If Fatma knew, if the one who had rejected Fadhil was her. Za could not imagine what Fatma would say.

"So far, he's been too busy with his work. To forget the time and forget to find his soul mate."

In Za's heart he denied. It seems Fatma does not know if Fadhil is not that good. Even the girl Fadhil might have dated was still young. It's just that maybe Fadhil played neatly in front of his family. He did not smell his behavior outside.

Za grabbed his sling bag. And get ready to go home. The falling sun was not the only reason he wanted to go home soon. But because of the presence of Fadhil in the house that makes him uncomfortable.

"Cock rush, Za?" Fatma was a little disappointed when Za said goodbye.

"It's late afternoon, Ma'am."

"Yes, you went here in the afternoon. Maghrib, Za. Awkwardly."

Maghrib's time is half an hour away. If Za comes home now before Maghrib has arrived home. Due to the normal mileage of Fatma's house to her house is only twenty minutes.

Fatma finally drove Za forward. They met Mr. Irsyad who was seen in the garage. With Fadhil who was busy under the car.

"Pi, Za wants to go home" Fatma told her husband.

Za smiled awkwardly hearing Mr. Irsyad still calling her by the name of Bu. "Yes, Sir. Thank you for the welcome. Sorry for interrupting Ms. Fatma's time."

Mr. Irsyad shook his hand. "We're not at school. Don't be too formal" she said, which again makes Za smile awkwardly.

Za nodded politely before approaching his motorbike parked not far behind Mr. Irsyad's car.

Misadventures seemed to be hitting him. The wind that filled his motorcycle tires evaporated to where. Za had felt a strangeness in his vehicle since bringing in earlier. But being too nervous to get a warm welcome Mr. Irsyad made him forget to check.

"Calc, Za?" ask Fatma.

Za nodded slowly. If he was alone, he might have been grumbling. But because he was at the headmaster's house, Za tried to be calm while thinking to find a solution. Pushing his bike big enough with his small body is of course a difficult thing for him. But he also could not ask for help Fatma who is pregnant or Mr. Irsyad. Za was feeling sad. The tail of Za's eyes glanced at the person who only saw his legs. Her body is under the car.

"Live here your bike, Za. Patch tires a little far from here."

Like the idea of Fatma the only way so that he does not need to be tired of pushing his bike. He's going home on a motorcycle. Tomorrow he's back again to pick up his bike with Bian.

"Dhil, can you take Za home?" fatma exclaimed at the man who was fixing the car. Makes Za stunned. Even to express rejection when Fadhil assented from under the car was Za difficulty.

Fatma brought him back into the house. Waiting for Fadhil to finish his job. He had said he wanted to ride a motorcycle, but Fatma prevented him. Not only Fatma, Mr. Irsyad who happened to hear the words of Za also agreed with his wife.

"But I'm not good, Ma'am," said Za made an excuse.

"Not good why, Za? Fadhil said he wanted to. Wait a minute, he said."

Za threw her back on the back of the living room sofa. Feeling dead-end should be how to avoid Fadhil.

Until the lights of the house are lit in place of the sunlight that began to disappear, Za still survives in Fatma's house. He is no longer in the living room. Except in the family room. Samar heard the sound of an adhan from a nearby mosque. A sign of Maghrib prayer time has arrived. I don't know how much longer Za had to wait for Fadhil to finish repairing Mr. Irsyad's car.

"If you want to pray first in mushola, Za. While waiting for Fadhil," said the man who had been wearing a glove complete with cocoa clothes.

Za smiled nodding. "Yes, sir."

It feels more comfortable to hear Mr. Irsyad call it by name without frills. Fatma's husband is the same age as her father.

After a few minutes after Mr. Irsyad went to the mosque, Za went to the back to find the location of the mosque itself indicated by the host. Because the hostess took a shower earlier and it doesn't seem like it's done yet. Za did not expect that Fatma could be in the bathroom.

A room on the right side of the terrace and facing the back garden. The carpet floor space looks clean even complete with room fragrances. It was very convenient for the place of worship because as soon as Za set foot into the room.

"Gee!"

Za turned his head when he heard the surprised voice of a man. Fadhil was standing at the door with his clothes changed and his hair wet as if he had just finished bathing. Za who was picking up the mukena was suddenly nervous to be in one room with Fadhil.

"You want to pray, Mas?" Za pulled over to the edge of the wall. Za really dead style. Go into the room at prayer time and the face is still wet can water ablution of course want to pray.

"Mas Fadhil go first" he said again.

"Dek Za first is okay" said Fadhil who was still standing at the door.

"Mas go first. I'm not ready yet" replied Za.

"Ehm!" Deheman's loud voice stopped their argument. "This is on why first? Can you get together, To? Who knows if he will become a priest as well as a real mother in the household." said Fatma glanced at Za and Fadhil alternately.