The Bujang Lapuk
Dating Made

"Just use the car, Dhil. Pity Za if you have to ride your bike," said Mr. Irsyad when Fadhil.

"Dek Za, Pi." Fatma's circus with a seductive smile Za who suddenly blushed.

His conversation with Fadhil was apparently recorded by Fatma. So that it becomes a material for Za.

Fadhil also accepted his om proposal. Given the bike that definitely makes Za feel uncomfortable when piggybacking. Motor sport is also the reason Za refused to be delivered by Fadhil. Because it will be difficult to keep your distance.

In Mr. Irsyad's car, they left the house. Almost half the journey of silence enveloped the two. No one wants to start a conversation. Za threw his gaze all the way through the side glass. Fadhil focused on the road ahead of him. Suddenly the chatty Za became quiet in front of the man.

Arriving at the intersection, Fadhil takes a different direction from the road to Za's house.

"Kok through here, Mas? Isn't it getting any further?" ask Za because the path Fadhil chose will take longer to take.

"There's an event at Simpang Lima. The path is diverted."

Za speechless. He reached into his salary to find the truth information Fadhil said. Somehow he didn't believe the full words of the man next to him. A news on social media also convinced Za if there is a famous band concert event.

"We stopped by for a second, huh? I need to talk to you both."

Za looked at it for a moment. Right, guess? If Fadhil does have a plan without making a deal with him first.

"Just go home, Mom. Mother's same father must be worried because I've been gone since afternoon," rejected Za who was reluctant to obey Fadhil's will. What else do you want to talk about? They have nothing to do to settle. If only for a chat, of course Za refused.

Fadhil was seen picking up the device in his pants pocket. His finger swiped the screen to look for someone's number.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Father!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What's up, Nak Fadhil? It's Mother. I'm at the mosque." Za's mother's voice came from across the phone. Because Fadhil's phone is loudspeaker.

"Yes with Mom it's okay. Now Za is with me, Mom. I asked permission to take Za. There's something I want to talk to him about. Not long. Before nine o'clock, God willing, I take Za home. Can you, Mom?"

"Oohs. It's okay, Son Fadhil. Can."

Za snorted at her mother's voice even if Fadhil took her home, perhaps her mother would gladly allow it. There will be a reason to marry them.

"Mom won't worry about you anymore. He already knows who you're going with." Fadhil saved his phone back.

Fadhil increases the speed of the car he drives. Getting up and away left the road leading to Za's house. Za regrets why she didn't insist on taking the ojek to go home. The things of his deflated bike he can take tomorrow with Bian. But he has no power to refuse. Because I feel sorry for Mr. Irsyad. Which now actually makes it trapped in a hilltop cafe that presents the beautiful view of the city of Semarang at night.

Two hot plate beef steaks and two glasses of lemon tea delivered by a waitress. All orders Fadhil. Because Za had no interest in opening the menu book. The word is Za's choice. Because he does not want to bother choosing a diverse menu. Although he is a culinary fan, but with Fadhil is not the time he wants. Another case if Bian invited him. Za would choose the menu as she pleased without feeling awkward. Given Bian, he was still annoyed with his cousin who had earlier taunted him and compared Za to Alya. My own wife must be praised.

"Dec? You're not hungry? Mother said since noon you haven't eaten. At Om Irsyad's house was also just accompanying Fatma Ma'am eating rujak, right?"

Za bergeming's. His mother why should also tell Fadhil about him who has not had a taste for food since these few days. Since her mother rarely invited Za to talk, it bothered Za's mind.

"Don't like steak? Want to change the menu?"

"no need. We're here because someone wants Mas Fadhil to talk to me, right? Not to eat."

Fadhil thinned his lips to see the face of the jutek that Za deliberately showed. "Where may I leave your stomach unfilled while I know you haven't eaten" he said.

Za immediately took out a knife and fork. Then he started eating the steak in front of him. The goal is only one, want Fadhil to immediately reveal the things he wants to talk about and Za will ask to be sent home immediately.

"Enak, right?"

Za looked up at Fadhil. From the question, it seemed like the cafe was not a foreign place for Fadhil.

"Hm. Appreciable. Is Fadhil here often?"

"Not too often. A week maybe three times or four times."

Za even stopped chewing hearing Fadhil's answer. Three or four meals a week at the same place he said not too often. What is the definition of Fadhil often?

"Oohs. By himself? Same old friend of mine."

Za was eager to hit his mouth asking beyond bounds. He cursed to himself who asked such a detail. Especially with a tone that indicates a gap. Fadhil smiled faintly in response to Za's words.

Za sipped his drink after the contents of his plate. He waited for a while until Fadhil finished his meal. Accompanied by a device to drive out boredom.

"Please! What does Mas Fadhil want to talk to me about" Za said after Fadhil finished with the food in front of him.

Fadhil looked at Za. He rests his back on the sofa. Za until lowered his head because he could not stand being stared at in such a way. Even Za judged that Fadhil was always brave.

"I want to know the real reason Dek Za rejected me."

Za was stunned to hear Fadhil's question. He thought their business was done. As Fadhil would say if he accepted Za's decision.

"Is it less clear what I said yesterday. If I feel unprepared and unworthy to be Mas Fadhil's wife" Za said.

Fadhil pulled the corner of his lips. "Dek Za who feels inappropriate, or me who does not deserve to be Dek Za's husband? I'm ridho with Dek Za whatever it is. Another case if I am not worthy of Dek Za. Wouldn't it be better to be frank if Dek Za had other options?"

Fadhil's words kept Za quiet. Fadhil is showing another side of himself. Another choice? Maybe Fadhil thinks that Bian is another figure that Fadhil meant.

"Of!" call a girl who is walking hastily towards them.

"I don't think my phone was picked up. Apparently dating," said the girl that Za had met was with Bian at the mall at that time. The 20-year-old girl wearing a jumper and jeans did not even awkwardly slip on Fadhil even though there was a stranger in front of her.

"Fira, Om is there a need with Om's friend," said Fadhil intended to tell the girl called Fira to return with her friends. Because he had come with some friends his age.

"Request money!" whining.

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. "What was yesterday over?" tanyakanya. And Fira was also disturbing.

Fadhil. Then open the m-bankingmya application.

"It's about transfer."

"Thank you, Om." The girl named Fira smiled widely. Then leave Fadhil and Za to return to the table booked with his friends.

The series of events seen in front of him increasingly makes Za lose respect for a Fadhil.

"Nobody wants to talk about it, right? I want to go home." Za picked up her bag and moved from her seat. It doesn't matter whether Fadhil catches up with her or not. There are many taxis or taxi drivers that can drive him home. He is upset with Fadhil, who reveals the reason for Za's refusal. And thought that Za already had other options, even though he himself had an overt relationship with a young girl whose age was even younger than Za. Za suddenly became so bad, what did the girl do that Fadhil was so royal to her.