The Bujang Lapuk
One Room

Za kissed the back of Fadhil's hand after he finished praying. This is not their first time praying. Previously at the house of Fatma, Fadhil had been the priest of his prayers and Fatma. So that Za knew how Fadhil read the memorization of the letter with tartil that made him amazed. Far from what Za imagined and precisely that makes Za more want to stay away from Fadhil who he thinks is too special.

"Dad?"

Za gasp. He saw Fadhil had already changed his shirt with a shirt and shorts. Really far from his age seeing the current Fadhil. I don't know what the Fadhil family recipe to hereditary looks can not age. And all the relatives of Fadhil who came earlier look good looking.

He folded his face and hung it in the closet. The vow! Za dead style must be alone with Fadhil inside that room. Za intentionally lingered in front of the closet. Looking for a change of clothes to change the length of the dress. A negligee was taken from the closet. Then Za intends to change clothes in the bathroom. It's hard if there's no bathroom inside.

"Dad!" Fadhil's call made Za hold back his steps.

"Where are you going?"

"M-want to change!" sahut Za is nervous.

"Why change here?"

Questions that don't need to be answered. Of course, because of shame. Fadhil was just teasing her. Because the man immediately turned to face the wall and told Za to change her clothes.

Damnit damnit! Za difficulty opening the zipper dress on the back. If forced, it will be torn.

"Haven't?" ask Fadhil without looking.

"Difficult!" sahut Za is upset himself.

"You want help?"

Without waiting for Fadhil's response to approach helped pull the white dress zipper down.

"MasyaAllah. More beautiful than I imagined," muttered Fadhil looking at Za's leather back slit shirt.

Za squealed and instantly flipped over hearing Fadhil's murmur. Lest Za be his fantasy all this time.

"Reverse again, Mom! I'm gonna change."

"Have seen" said Fadhil casually. Not wanting to torture Za for remaining silent while holding the top of her dress, Fadhil came out of the room.

Za put his dress together with Fadhil's shirt and pants in a dirty basket. Then back to throw themselves on a bed full of flowers. I don't know what it's doing. Because the room has been installed room fragrances.

The door to the room is back open. Fadhil came carrying a tray containing a plate of rice and a drinking glass.

"Eat first, yes," he said.

Za forgot that since morning only eat a piece of bread and drink milk made by his mother. He shifted his body to give Fadhil a seat.

"Wake up dong, honey. Cook while sleeping,"

The darling? I don't know what kind of red Za's face is right now.

He straightened his back and asked for the only spoon held by Fadhil. But Fadhil just feed the food instead of giving the spoon. Za reflex opened his mouth. Afterwards Fadhil put food into his own mouth.

"Mas, is that my old spoon?" za said after the food was swallowed. Fadhil only thinned his lips because his mouth was full of food.

"Why indeed? We are not other people anymore" said Fadhil after swallowing food in his mouth.

Za did not even say. He opened his mouth again as Fadhil fed the food. Until the contents of the plate moved to the stomach of both of them. Fadhil put a tray on the table. Then he approached his wife.

Za stunned. Finally that day will come. Where she got married and had to live with her husband. Leaving his parents and home too many memories for 25 years of his life. The hardest thing he had to leave. His parents will be lonely. Stay alone without Za's babble.

"Then how are you with Mom?" ask Za lirih. His face clearly could not hide his heart.

Fadhil smiled as he rubbed Za's dark black mane.

"I've spoken to my father and mother. They permit.

That's not what Za meant. Like it or not, Za now has to obey her husband. Since the pledge of ijab qabul was spoken. Of course his parents would allow him wherever Fadhil took Za. But they will certainly be sad, perhaps even sadder than Za felt.

"But I can still visit this house, right?"

"Of course I can. Sometimes we will stay here. Let me and I not feel really lonely."

Za nodded in relief. "Thank you" he said.

"Cock thanks?"

"Thank you for understanding" said Za.

Fadhil smiled wryly. "Sir, we are now husband and wife. Stop acting like we're someone else."

Za nodded back. "I will try" he answered.

Fadhil breathed out slowly. Making Za comfortable is unfinished work. Za was still too stiff to face herself.

"Oh yeah, there we'll not just stay together. There's Sapphira who's gonna stay with us. You don't mind, do you?"

"Hm. No problem."

Za had almost forgotten that Fadhil's nephew had not been seen at their wedding. But he also refused to ask that. Maybe some other time.

"I take responsibility for Safira. Until he gets married. I hope Dek Za understands and supports me" Fadhil said later.

Za understood. Since Safira's father died, the one responsible for supporting Safira was Fadhil as his uncle. Even if married later, Fadhil will be the guardian of Safira.

"Thank you, my wife" Fadhil said, wrapping his arms around Za. A kiss on the forehead that long enough he gave to his wife. Just be careful. Whatever her current feelings, she is already Fadhil's wife.

"Sleep, yuk!"

Fadhil's whisper makes Za's hair bristle, and the heart beats faster. May the sleep that Fadhil means literally. Za had endured the sleepiness for longer.

Fadhil completely threw himself beside her. That made Za a little relieved. Because far from the bottom of his heart, he was still so nervous about having to go to bed with Fadhil. Especially if her husband asks for something.

Za grabbed the roll and hugged it. Trying to close the eyes that he felt would be difficult. Even though she had turned her back on her husband. Because an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist. The harder it is to close your eyes.

Maybe even his heartbeat was so tight felt by Fadhil.

"You nervous, Dek?" the question becomes proof that Fadhil knows Za's current feelings.

"Sleep. I just want to hug you." The expression was still unable to make Za feel calm.