The Bujang Lapuk
Buying a Ring

"Za! So aren't we dating?"

"Ghani!" his mother rebukes Ghani who seduces Za. "If you like the same Za said long ago. Ora ngrusak pager ayu! Za's been lured by people!"

"Saucer!" Alya. But Ghani was devastated.

"Mas Ghani doesn't like Za, Bulik!" sahut Za later.

"It doesn't work!" reply Ghani's mother upset. His friend had a child, still single," replied Ghani's mother.

It turned out that it was not only Za's mother who often fussed about it. Ghani has also been urged to marry soon.

"Free saucer, Bulik. Once that blink comes the sacks," tamabh Za again. Making the atmosphere in the family room Alya so boisterous.

"Emang Mas Ghani saucy, Za?" ask Ghani while looking at the picture through the camera phone.

"Narcissus!" Alya returned.

While Za, glanced at Ghani who was also glancing at him. Not a view that Za often sees. But this time Ghani's eyes look different.

"Ghani don't praise me, Za. Maybe his clothes add narrowness," added Ghani. Za laughed too.

"Za, you were told to go home with your mother. There was Fadhil coming, he said," said Bua Rahma after opening a message that had just entered on his cellphone.

Instead of moving, Za slammed her back into the back of the sofa. He deliberately hides in Alya's house to avoid Fadhil who promises to come, but his mother's orders are absolute to be fulfilled.

After all Za was surprised, Bian Saka could buy a ring without having to invite Alya. But Fadhil forces Za to come along on the grounds of not knowing the carving and wants Za himself to choose it.

"Za, my mom's going to catch her mouth, you know!" ghani's mother said again.

"Where to go, Ma'am! Diapelin also nenangga!"

Among the three people who were with him, only Ghani did not speak because the man was busy with his dress.

"Mas, go with me, yuk!" bring Za ngaco.

"No:ah! Not muhrim" said Ghani casually.

Bugs! A pillow floated up against Ghani's head. The man chuckled. It is fitting that Za never saw Ghani piggybacking on women except his mother and sister.

"There's cracking but not glass!" chirp Alya who immediately got a sharp glare from Ghani.

Za moved from his seat. Then lazily went home. Even lazier because he saw the Fadhil motorbike parked in front of his house.

Za deliberately barged in through the side hallway door. So that no one would see his coming. He deliberately settles in with slow and silent steps.

Clamps! The bedroom door was locked then she immersed herself under the blanket after turning on the air conditioner.

His hands are surfing into the virtual world. Opens a pop up message from her mother asking her whereabouts. Because his phone was accidentally left while playing at Alya's house.

"Za! Open the door, Za!" His mother's voice was heard accompanied by the sound of the door handle trying to open.

Hanum brushed his blankets violently and inched down from the bed to open the door.

"Fadhil has been waiting for you. How to even crumble."

"Yes. It's also ready, ma'am."

"Prepare to still use babydoll doll. Come spiel!"

"Express, Mother!" za answered withstanding annoyance.

Za closed the door again. He took brown trousers and a white blouse from inside the closet. Also a calm patterned scraft. Za is aware of who she will walk with. her appearance must adjust. That looks a little adult. She still likes to wear jeans and sweaters like Alya.

Lastly Za polished his face thin-thin. To disguise if he hasn't had a bath. Don't forget to spray the perfume a little, let Fadhil not sniff the smell of his sweat.

"Well, that's pretty!" praise Za's mother. So unreliable, he waited in front of the door of Za's room.

Za went to the front carrying his jacket, helmet and also the key of his motorcycle. If you have to ride a Fadhil motorbike. He does not want Fadhil to cheat by deliberately carrying his motorbike so that Za can piggyback on him by tightening their bodies. Big no's!

Za was actually astonished by Fadhil. There was always talk to be discussed with his father. But if he was alone with Za, he would only ask or talk important. The rest just remained silent.

"Just use my bike, Mas." Za handed the keys to Fadhil. If possible Za will choose to ride their respective motors.

Fadhil who understood Za's intention received the key without objection. They left on a motorcycle for the first time.

"Handle, Deck. Falling down!"

"Yes" replied Za, who had been keeping a distance from Fadhil. He pinched the end of Fadhil's jacket to hold on. Though Fadhil drove his bike slowly, although not holding on, if the road is stable it is less likely to fall.

Fadhil walks into the mall's parking lot where they met when Za accompanied Bian to buy a ring for Alya. Even the store that Fadhil goes to is the same store. There are other jewelry stores. However

"Said Fatma, here the model is good."

Za just nodded slowly. He also did not know which jewelry store was good. She had never bought her own jewelry. At best accompanied his mother when buying jewelry in the Krangan area. It was a long time ago when his mother got the money.

Za was like a tail following Fadhil looking through the jewels on display.

"It's still a long time ago, Mom?" za asked after more than ten minutes they just looked around.

"That chose you, not me. I don't know your taste." said Fadhil makes Za anxious to pull his nose pointed. Why didn't you say that from earlier? grunts in the heart.

If when he first visited the store, Za fell in love with the necklace he now wears, this time Za was really made dizzy just to choose one among hundreds of rows of rings. Now he understands why his mother always long if you choose jewelry even though only buy a piece. It turns out that because you want to buy everything but the wallet cannot be invited to work together.

"Mas, this is good, isn't it?" tanya Za showed her the pair of rings she had chosen.

"good. But buy just one for you. I don't wear gold."

Za nodded in understanding. But not so with the young woman who took the ring from inside the display case. The ring must be purchased with a set.

"Yes already. Buy everything, one saved only," broke Fadhil saw a disappointed look on Za's face.

"But it…."

"Do you want to buy one for a pair?" Fadhil cut off Za's speech.

Za lets Fadhil pay for the jewelry he has chosen at the cashier. While she waited while looking through the jewelry collection in the store.

He turned his head when he heard the voice of a woman calling the name Fadhil. From a distance of a few meters Za simply observed the long-haired woman chatting with Fadhil. They may be equal.

"I need your help!" said the woman

"What help?"

"I want to add a jewelry collection. But confused about it. Can you help me choose which one suits me, right?"

Fadhil threw his breath rough. Then refer to one of the money jewelry sets in the storefront.

"OKs. I'll try it first. Thank you, Dhil," said the woman. "But who are you buying jewelry for?" tanyanya.

"For my future wife."

"Prospective Wife?"

Fadhil nodded. "Dad!" call him Za.

Za who had been looking at him since was surprised. Reflexes he's closing in on Fadhil. Nodding with a stiff smile at the woman whose facial water had turned grim for a moment.

"Oh, is this your future wife? By the way, congratulations then."

Za received the woman's helping hand with a stiff smile. Very clear if the congratulations are just a stale base.

He took Fadhil out of the gold shop. And silence lingered all the way to the parking lot.

"Sir!, we go to the boutique first, yes."

"As for Mas Fadhil," Za's reply with a hostile face made Fadhil sigh long.