The Bujang Lapuk
Go Home to Fadhil

"Just as necessary. We'll still be here a lot" Fadhil said as Za packed up.

Za nodded. He put some clothes in until his little suitcase was fulfilled. Do not forget the skin care and make up equipment lined up on her dresser.

Fadhil dragged the suitcase out of the room. While Za is still reluctant to move from the room that has been his personal place. Everything that decorated the walls of the room was the result of his hands. In the end, he had to leave. Although Fadhil said if he could still visit his parents' house at will, the separation still made him sad.

"Often bring Za here, son Fadhil." Za caught her mother's voice as she just came out from inside the room.

"Surely, ma'am," replied Fadhil.

Za approached her father and mother who were now in tears.

"Za said goodbye, Mom."

Madam Rahma nodded. The dust in his eyes had now dripped. "Yes. Same with your husband, Nduk. Your paradise is now on your husband."

Za nodded slowly. He held back his tears that were urging to come out.

"It has. And even crying. Later if mother misses Za, I take her there. The distance from our house to Nak Fadhil's house is close" said Za's father to calm his wife.

Even though it was still within one city and a distance of no more than twenty minutes, it was still the heart of a mother that felt sad. Although all this time often nagged on Za.

"Here, the pity of the taxi has been waiting for it," said Father again because the crying of Bu Rahma was getting louder.

Although heavy, the two parents had to let their daughter and daughter-in-law into the taxi. And stared at the car as it drove slowly away from the house.

Fadhil rubbed Za's fingers as the woman had been silently staring at the street.

"Still sad?"

Za shook her head while thinning her lips. Lying to his heart that still did not want to leave the house.

Thirty minutes away, the taxi stopped in front of a house that Za had visited for the first time. Because all this time he had never been invited by Fadhil to his house.

"Let's get off!" fadhil said after opening the door for his wife. The taxi driver dropped off the suitcase in the trunk.

"Consider, Mas" said the young taxi driver.

"Sama-sama, Om," said the driver and returned to the car.

Za looked at the house in front of him. The classic two-story house is much larger than Mr. Irsyad's house. The fence is tightly closed so that the yard can only be seen from the fence.

"This is his house, Mas?" ask Za to make sure.

"Yes. Come inside!" Fadhil opened the gate that was not padlocked. Then back to dragging the suitcase. Za followed behind him.

Entering the house of Fadhil, suddenly Za felt lost confidence. The house is quite spacious especially only inhabited by two with his nephew. And then three with Za. The furniture that filled every room Za passed through was successful in his time. Showing that they used to be people. I don't know who Fadhil really is. Confessing to have a regular workshop business with an average income.

"Dek, how come? Our room's upstairs."

Za who was silent in the room he was interpreting was the family room but so spacious it was gasped. He stepped back to follow Fadhil up the stairs.

A room that was twice the size of Za's room with a masculine feel welcomed them. King size bed with white sheets neatly arranged. There was no furniture in the room. Only beds, cabinets, tables and also mirror glass that stick to the wall. A door on one side of the wall may be access to the bathroom.

"Look again? Look out here are many other creatures. Can be possessed if most are dumb."

Za sneered at Fadhil's joke. He also went into the room. He didn't know what to do in the room. Besides waiting for Fadhil to move the clothes in the suitcase into the closet.

"We will live three. Every morning, there is a Min Ma'am who comes to clean the house, wash clothes and other homework. And he came home in the afternoon" explained Fadhil.

Za listened while sitting on the edge of the bed even though the owner had not allowed it.

"But there's nobody below?"

"Maybe Min's mom is coming home to see her sick husband. Because every afternoon he had to feed and take medicine. If it's Safira, he's in college."

Za rounded her lips. His linguistic intelligence suddenly declined when dealing with Fadhil. Za will only talk as necessary.

"How many days off are you?" ask Fadhil while dropping down next to Za.

Heavy breathing was heard. "May I ask you to take forever off?"

Za is shocked by Fadhil's request. Resigning? And he had to sit in that big house every day alone? It would be very boring.

"Don't you now, Mas? I still want to teach," said Za with a face of compassion for fear of rejection.

"alright. But then if Mas asks you to stop teaching a second time, I hope you will."

Za neither denied nor asserted. It could be that Fadhil will ask for a second time tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or even a few more hours. He must not forget that Fadhil sometimes likes to impose his own will.

Fadhil took her out of the room to show all parts of the house. So that Za would no longer feel awkward in that house. There are many three-bedroom rooms on the second floor but the other one is used for fitness with some equipment in it. From above, we see the back yard. A swimming pool that is not too large. A basketball court with a ring. Za guessed if Fadhil was a person who was diligent in exercising. Seen from the body of her husband that is formed. The pattern of life is certainly far away with Za who is lazy even if only to walk to the front of the alley.

Down to the first floor, they found ART that had just entered the house.

"Mas Fadhil, are you home?" answer it politely.

"It has. Just now." said Fadhil. "This is my wife, Ma'am," he continued to recognize Za on their ART.

"MasyaAllah. It's beautiful!" Ms. Min greeted Za, the new hostess of the house.

"I'll make you a drink first, Mom." Min went to the back.

Fadhil again took Za around the house. Stop on the back porch. Sit together in a long wooden chair facing the swimming pool.

"Mas Fadhil loves sports."

"To maintain health, you must like. And I'll apply that pattern to you too."

Za frowning. Fadhil's guess is always right. What does it look if Za rarely even never exercise. Except for gymnastics at school.

Before long, Min came with two glasses of orange water on the tray.

"Please, ma'am," said Mbak Min then he went back inside the house.

"Mas!" The tone of speech was like whining.

"What, Honey?"

"I don't want to be called Mom."

"Why really? Didn't your students call you Teacher?"

"But it's different. It's at home. I'm not too old if I have to be called ma'am. Mas Fadhil alone is much older than I am called Mas."

Fadhil chuckles. "Yes, yeah. But it doesn't need to be made clear that Mas is much older than you. Later just say the same Mbak Min want you called what. Miss, Ma'am, Deck, or Son."

"Call Mommy."

"Yes, Miss Za is beautiful. Later just say the same Mama Min. No need to sulk so dong," ledek Fadhil saw the face of Za folded. Then he sipped the glass until it was reduced by half.

"Go to the room first, yeah. Go sleep a little. You can do as you please."

What would Za, who was new to the house, do? He went and followed Fadhil into the house. Although not sleepy, he will spend time in the room.

"Safira!" call Fadhil to see his niece pulling on the doorknob.

"Eh, are you home, Om?" Safira approached Fadhil and kissed the back of his hand.

"Fira come in first, Om. Tired!" he flipped his body.

"Fir, there's Auntie Za, you know!" the word Fadhil reminds his nephew of Za's whereabouts beside him.

"Oh, sorry, don't look" he said and turned back. Safira shouts at Za like she shouts at Fadhil. Although impressed ogah-ogahan. And the girl went into her room.

Za tried to act like a good person. Although he caught the dislike from Fadhil's nephew.

"Come on!" Fadhil wrapped his arms around Za's shoulders and took her up to the room.