The Bujang Lapuk
Call on Marriage

What the fuck is this Fadhil! It turns out that he was not sincerely helping. If you know the consequences are this heavy, I'd better just push the bike whose tires deflated yesterday. The cost of a 20 thousand tire patch asked to be reciprocated by marrying him? Fortunately, Fadhil. Za grumbled in his heart.

"It's not funny at all, Mom. Turns out Mas Fadhil wants to help me because there's no strings attached? I better take the bike myself than at the end of having to marry an unknown person," said Za upset.

Fadhil gave a thin smile. "So that's why you rejected me? Not feeling acquainted with me enough? Then you can find out more about me than Fatma or Om Irsyad. Two more weeks I'll come here with a dowry to marry you." Fadhil's words were no longer a request, but a coercion. They haven't tied anything up. Even Za had rejected it. But Fadhil forced the will to marry Za.

Not yet a wife, but Fadhil has shown his character that likes to dominate. How it will be when they live in one house, surely anything must be arranged by Fadhil.

Za sighed softly. His brain is getting wrong. Why would he even imagine living in a house with Fadhil?

"Don't hesitate to say what dowry you want. I will try to fulfill it."

Za frowning. His heart was pinched at Fadhil's words. Which connotes as if Za was a matre female. No, Za is not that kind of woman. Although in the end her future husband can only give dowry according to his ability, Za will receive with chest roomy.

Fancy away from his lifestyle so far. His father was an ASN in a government agency, his mother a housewife. Za was used to living a simple life since childhood. Although both parents always try to make Za happy as an only child, but not excessive.

Maybe true said his mother, Fadhil thought that if Za female matre because of a silly question he asked when Fadhil proposed to him.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm not what Mas Fadhil thinks. Whatever dowry will be given according to ability only. I will accept," said Za with a little annoyance.

But he closed his mouth. When Fadhil throws a smile at her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Za cursed himself.

"I mean I will accept whatever dowry will be given by my future husband according to his ability. I'm not the matre woman Mas Fadhil thinks I am" Za said.

"I never thought that Dek Za women matre" said Fadhil. "I just want to give an award to my future wife."

"Oohs. Sorry then. I've been so bad to think."

"No problem," Fadhil replied as he looked at the clock coiled around his arm. For a while he was busy with his phone.

"I went home, yes" he said later. "I'll be here in two weeks" continued Fadhil.

"Mas Fadhil can't do it by himself, dong. I haven't said yes." Za panicked because Fadhil's face was too serious.

"Dek, if you have to wait for Dek Za to answer yes, my hair is gray hair. And Dek Za must have rejected me even more."

"Why can Mas Fadhil find another woman who is ready to marry Mas?"

"I want it to be just you."

Za snorted in annoyance. Turns out Fadhil was more annoying than he thought.

"The object has arrived. I go home first, yes," said the man as he moved on.

In front of the fence, a green-jacketed biker was already waiting. Za became unwell to see Fadhil ride home on a motorcycle after dropping off his bike.

"Mas Fadhil really want to take the ojek?" ask Za.

"Yes. Wh why? Want to take me? No, the weather is very hot. Later you will be bored," said Fadhil and he smiled widely.

Finally Za let Fadhil go back to the ojek. Because he was just plain talking to Fadhil. Even if it does not ride the motorcycle, of course, Za will not deliver it. But Za will ask Bian for help.

Za stared at his motorbike which looked cleaner than when he left it at Fatma's house. And what is it? Za was surprised to see the front rear motorcycle tires are still dark black and new. He had not had time to replace the tires that had been deforested both. Not just a shave. But it's been patched a few times. Maybe Za had met Fadhil and it was the man who took the initiative to change the motorcycle tire. Let it be, Za didn't ask.

Thank you for changing my motorcycle.

The message was read many times. Then he presses the send button to the number that has not been saved to his contact list.

In just seconds the message was answered with a series of short sentences.

Equally, Deck.

Za put his phone back after saving Fadhil's contact number in his phone's contact list.

In his heart he saluted Fadhil. Although the man kept his contact number, Fadhil never texted or phoned him. Za only once received a message from Fadhil. When Fadhil answers Za's questions about his salary. And the second one is because Za sent the message first. That's just a short answer. Maybe if another man, will often send a message or call when admiring a girl. Not so with Fadhil.

In the room, Za begins to reflect on her mother's speech, Bian's words and Fadhil's compulsion to marry her again in the next week. Za's rejection seems meaningless. Either because Fadhi was too persistent to fight for Za or because the man was indeed thick-faced. The fear returned to her.

Even until the sun rolled west, Za just stayed in the room. There's nothing he's done. His thoughts were only filled about Fadhil and the man's intention to marry her.

"Za!" the sound of knocking on the door and the sound of calling scattered all the reverie of Za. His mother's voice seemed to have just arrived. Za opened the room door.

"Have you eaten?"

Za shook her head. Since this afternoon he had even forgotten that his stomach had not been filled at all. This morning was just a little breakfast of chicken porridge that he bought from a traveling merchant. Even though she is an adult, Za often has to be reminded of meal times.

"You have stomach disease until you forget to eat? Have you been busy all day, Za?" asked his mother, pouring the food brought from his brother's celebration into the plates.

"Later if your pain relapses you yourself who fuss," said the woman in the morning.

While Za just sat facing the food in front of him without intending to take one of them. So big the impact of Fadhil's words that seized his mind and ended up making Za lose his appetite.

"Let's eat, Za! I don't want you to be sick." Madam Rahma took the plate. But his daughter did not fill it with rice. Finally he himself who took the rice and also the complement. Za is still occasionally fed by his mother if it is difficult to eat. Semanja is her only princess. That's why Ms. Rahma hoped that Za would find a life partner who could understand Za who asked for forgiveness.

"Lha Wong just open her mouth. How lazy to, Za!"

"I don't want to eat, Mom. Later," said Za reluctantly.

"Later, later. Your stomach ache hunt. Let's open his mouth!"

Za got out of the chair and went back into the room.

"This is the kid why, to?" mummified Bu Rahma. He followed Za into the room with a plate full of food.

It was seen that Za was laying down on her medium bed while looking up at the ceiling of the room. Obu Za's worries are growing.

"Sir! What's the matter, To? Think what?" Ms. Rahma sat on the edge of the bed after putting the dishes on the table.

Za's breathing sounded heavy. "Mom really wants Za to get married?" The question was softly spoken from Za's lips.

Ms. Rahma rubbed her daughter's hair gently. "All parents who have children are adults, would want their children to get married soon. But it should not be a burden until you have to neglect your health. I will not force you to get married again. I'm more worried that you're sick. Let's eat first."

Za couldn't even believe that the one who spoke just now was her mother. Because usually his mother will compare Za with the children of friends or relatives who are married.