The Bujang Lapuk
Take Home

Za heard the sound of footsteps following him. Then the owner of the wide step was now walking beside him. Za chose silence. Even until they get in the car and back paved.

Like when they left earlier, the atmosphere was silent again. Za was busy with her own thoughts. It was as if something was bothering him yet he did not know what it was. Some kind of anxiety.

"He's Safira. The son of the late Mas Farhan, my brother," said Fadhil answering the riddle that Za had in mind.

Za still refused to answer. Now he was actually overshadowed by guilt for having been bad at thinking, thinking that the girl named Safira was a toy Fadhil.

"I'm sorry that Safira was disrespectful" Fadhil said. Given the attitude of his nephew at the cafe earlier who did not reprimand Za at all even though the sofa that was only separated by the table was so close. Safira should have known that Za was there as Fadhil's friend.

"Since childhood he has been with me. Maybe I was too pamper him so his attitude is sometimes still like a child," explained Fadhil again.

"Where's the mother going?" ask Za to respond.

"His mother works out of town. Once a fortnight or a month at most come here to visit Safira."

"Why didn't he go with his mother?" Za felt strange. A mother wants to be close to her child. Like her mother, who even forbade Za from going out of town even though Za got a better paying job. Her mother did not mind even if Za did not work as long as she did not leave the house.

"Bonding Sapphira and her mother were not very clingy. No one takes care of her if she goes with her mother. Every day his mother went in the morning and came home in the evening. Until the time of High School, his mother invited Safira to live with him, he did not want to. It's comfortable here."

Za rounded her lips. Who and how Safira is not important to him. There's no need to find out more about Fadhil's niece.

The silence was greeting again. There was no other talk after Fadhil gave a piece of information about his family.

The car they were riding in entered the residential gate. Fadhil advanced slowly as he entered the alley where Za lived. The atmosphere that was a little quiet made Za free to go down without having to pay attention to if there were neighbors who saw him delivered by a man. Za does have to be a little careful, because the environment where he lives is still vulnerable pergosipan.

"Thank you, Mas" said Za before he got out of the car.

"Together."

Za thought Fadhil would just take her. But the man came down and followed Za into the fence of his house.

On the terrace, Za must meet with Bian who is on the phone with no one. The arrival of Za with a man certainly makes Bian surprised. Even to turn off the phone.

"Assalamua'alikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warohmatullah wabarokatuh," said Bian with a mellow smile. "What's Mas Bian's brother?" the sarcasm teases Za.

"What the hell, Mas?!" sahut Za ketus yabg understood the meaning of the innuendo full of meaning from his cousin. Then he went inside the house ignoring Fadhil.

Allegedly, after getting Bian's speech, now his mother followed Za who went into the room. Her mother's sour face oun had faded away changing a sumringah smile.

"Where's Fadhil? He's taking you home, right?"

"In front of the same Mas Bian." said Za cuek while removing her hijab.

"Kok you can walk with him? Make a pact?" guess Ma'am Rahma made Za even more upset.

"Not accidentally met at Fatma's house. Za motorbike kempes continue to be delivered with him," explained Za hope his mother will stop asking.

But it looks like Za's mother has prepared a list of questions for her daughter. Za came out of the room avoiding her mother's frown.

"Za! That's Nak Fadhil out there, Bian. Not made to drink?" ask the father who just came home with a bag containing cardboard food.

"Where are you from, Dad? tanya Za shifted the topic of conversation.

"Sir, who's talking to Mas Bian?" alya asked who had just entered the house.

Za's shoulders are decays. What aces he is today. Fadhil drove her home when everything was home. It should have been forbidden for Fadhil to come down. And told him to go home tanoa should stop first.

"Za's Broker?" ask Alya again.

"Boyfriend, girlfriend.. Since when do you like to date?" sahut Za a little tired on Bian's wife who suddenly kepo. Alya has always been quiet. Looks like she has been poisoned by Bian's sprouts, so follow a lot of questions like her husband.

"Mr Za's future husband?"

"Good, Alya! Why are you so stupid, anyway?! He's not who Za's mom is."

"Well….Lovely things are not used."

Za sloughed. "What did you say? Ma'am said Mas Bian yes if you praise another guy."

"Don't dong, Ma'am. Bian is jealous." Alya's face suddenly panicked. Especially seeing Za rush to the front.

In Za's heart laughed. That funny thing is Alya. Too innocent to think Za will go out to see Bian. As a matter of fact, Za just stopped in the living room and sat behind the window. Where maybe he had the guts to stall the talk of the fathers. Although they were his own family, but he was confused with Fadhil.

Alya threw herself down beside Za while she was grinning. Za only glanced at a glance and then she rubbed the screen of her phone. There was a message from Fatma asking for news. Attention to the prospective tant. Throwin! Za hit his own head. His brain is starting to groan like it.

Before long Za's mother appeared from the dakam carrying a tray containing three cups of coffee.

"Why made to drink anyway, ma'am. Mas Fadhil just stopped by. It will be a long time to go home if you have to coffee first" Za protested.

"What if it's a long time?" sahut. "Now, anterin ahead!"

But Za flinched at her mother's orders. Until Alya who went to deliver the coffee. And that comparison was again heard by him. His mother began to praise his daughter-in-law who was a good boy. Alya is beautiful, Alya is good. No different than Bian this morning. Za suddenly like a foster child now.

"Of course Alya is commendable. He's a submissive son" said the mother.

Submissive in the sense of Alya just want to be asked to marry despite the age of young maish. Bright, although never dating but Alya has known Bian maybe even since he was a toddler. Ghani, Alya's brother is Bian's best friend. Alya did not need to doubt who Bian was so she was sure of taking the sudden marriage for granted.

While himself? who Fadhil Za doesn't know exactly. Suppose from the beginning that if Fadhil was Pak Irsyad's nephew, perhaps Za would find out more about the man than Fatma. But everything has passed, he has already rejected Fadhil. Does he have to retract his words?

Alya and her mother went nowhere. Za only regained consciousness when her father's voice called out. How long did he look in the living room?

Za gets off the couch when her father tells Fadhil to come home. Take her home and continue chatting until nine o'clock. It turns out that men are no different from women. If it has been collected especially accompanied by coffee, then the topic of conversation will spread.

"My motorcycle was dropped off" said Fadhil.

"No need, Mas. Tomorrow I'll take it with Mas Bian."

"Mas Bian can't. Tomorrow there is the same event Alya all day," said Bian who heard their conversation. Za was angry. Alya is now Bian's priority. What can Za do besides giving up and looking for a substitute that can make himself a priority person.

"Just like Dad can, Dad?" talk to Za to her father.

"You, lha wong Nak Fadhil is willing to be kind enough to deliver even find your own ribet." Her father's father's words made Za pursed her lips. Especially seeing Fadhil make a smile. It seems like the man is happy because he got additional supporters, Bian and Alya of course.

"Yes already. Thank you in advance," said Za flat.