The Bujang Lapuk
Surprise From Fadhil Family

If usually Fadhil would persuade Safira by taking shopping or sightseeing, his nephew would stop being angry. But it turns out that persuading Za can't be the same way. The lure of walking in the mall and shopping as much as can not make Za curl her lips. Even rejected it outright. From morning on Za remained silent in the room. The food that Fadhil ordered was not touched. No appetite, the reason.

Fadhil had run out of ways to persuade his wife. He couldn't possibly obey Za's will to return home to his parents. Maybe Za's parents will be suspicious if Fadhil treats their daughter badly.

"Dec, he's angry."

Za who had been busy with her dress rolled her irises.

"I'm not angry, Mom."

"Not angry, but just shut up. Not going out of the room not eating. Here's the bribe!"

Za bergeming's. He did not care at all about the tablespoon in Fadhil's hands.

I heard Fadhil's rough breathing. "You can't be like that little boy, Za?! You are now married. Already a wife. Just be a little grown up!"

Za gasped at Fadhil's slightly stern words. It turned out that even the man's patience seemed to be a charade. Just a day of living together already seen how the original character of her husband. And what was that? Fadhil called his name without the frills of the Deck as usual.

Za looked at the back of her husband who went out of the room after putting the dining box on the table. Is this the real Fadhil? How is it different from his nephew?

It turns out that what looks good is not necessarily really good. A soft word from the first time I knew Fadhil and made Za a little amazed, it turned out to be just a mask.

Geck! Geck!

Hearing the sound of the door being knocked, Za stared at the wooden board. Actually, he was reluctant to meet anyone. But because of the repeated noise, he went to open the door. Maybe Madam Min because if Fadhil is definitely not going to knock on the door of the room by himself.

Clamps!

"Surprise!"

Za sloughed. A sprinkling of colorful pieces of paper rained down on him. A cake held by….Sapphira? Za frowning. A wide smile seemed etched on the lips of the girl. Then beside him was Fadhil, Fatma Pak Irsyad and some people who had not known Za. But their facial lines indicate that there is still a blood bond between each. What dream did Za have to get into the Fadhil family? Za imagined her son would be beautiful and handsome.

"W-this is what does it mean?" ask Za who is still confused.

"Happy birthday, dear."

A birthday? Za had even forgotten her birthday since yesterday her mind was only raging with the wedding. Then after moving to the house of Fadhil, he was brain again seized by the attitude of the nephew.

"Happy birthday, Auntie!" Safira hugs Za after Fatma takes over the cake in her hand. "I'm sorry, I pissed Auntie off." The girl chuckled.

"So...do you know me?" Za looked at Fadhil and Safira alternately. They both smiled without regret.

"No likes!" Za flipped her body into the room.

"Well! Snooze!" knock someone between them.

"Please talk there, Dhil! Not so eat-eat later us," said the other.

Fadhil went into the room. Meet Za who is standing facing the glass balcony door.

"Sir, don't be angry anymore, dong." Fadhil grabbed Za from behind.

"I don't like being fucked up like that. Mas let me get annoyed with Sapphira even worse with her. I'm ashamed of him."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Safira apologized as well. It has become a habit of our family. Will surprise birthdays in different ways."

"But it…."

"There's nothing to be concerned about. They've been waiting for you outside. Let's get out."

How could Za have had a face to get out. Of the many people he knew very well, only Fatma. Mr. Irsyad also he knew only limited to his superiors and also as the husband of Fatma.

"Come on! They want to get to know you more closely."

"Street alone or Mas Carp?"

Fadhil is indisputable. Za followed her husband who was holding her hand. They were all still standing in front of the room door. Orange tinge decorate both cheeks Za. When they say good-bye.

It turned out that not only a few people were now on the second floor. Below, there were some people who were preparing food. His age is not much different from Za's mother. Za was a complete stranger to being in that family. It was fortunate that they welcomed Za regardless of where she came from.

One by one Fadhil introduced them to Za before the meal began. Za really felt awkward being treated like a queen.

"Later take it myself, Auntie," Za told a woman Fadhil introduced named Sarah. The younger brother of his late father-in-law.

"Nothing" said the woman, putting food in front of Za.

Fun for the sake of fun filling the event. Not just eating. But they also made a game with a doorprize in the backyard. It is seen if the event has been arranged before. Some people choose karaoke at home. Za was amazed by the cohesiveness of her husband's extended family. Because in his family, Bian is his only brother. His father was an only child, his mother was two brothers with his mother Bian. If she had accepted an arranged marriage with Bian, then her only brother would have been her husband. And it turns out that they are not meant to be a match.

In the afternoon, they stopped playing. Some have dispersed back to their homes. And some are packing up the remaining food. Because Fadhil ordered too much.

"Bak go home first, Za," Fatma said before getting into the car.

"Hm. Careful, Ma'am.

Mr. Irsyad's car drove slowly away from the house. Fatma and her husband were the last people to say goodbye after Maghrib was gone.

Tired only felt when Za straightened her legs on the sofa in the middle room. Next to the pile of gifts brought by brother Fadhil.

"Racid?" ask Fadhil while throwing himself beside Za.

"Hm. Banget," said Za because he was the one who most often hit the prank of some Fadhil family.

"Rest in the room."

"Loof!" Za whinek. His awkwardness had disappeared in an instant. All because of the Fadhil family who made the game with the couple.

Fadhil stood up and Za hung his arm around Fadhil's neck holding him like a koala. Carrying a petite Za was not difficult for Fadhil despite having to climb the stairs.

"Geez!" squealed Safira who had just come out of the room. "Well, hold if every day you have to look like gini. Fira's getting married tomorrow, Om."

"Byeah," said Fadhil lightly. "Tell me here if there's a candidate."

Fadhil did not always keep an eye on Safira. But he always warned his nephew to keep his association with the opposite sex.

"Help bring the card upstairs, Fir!" fadhil said before entering the room.

Fadhil dropped Za on the bed. Then down back to clean up the package of gifts that accumulate on the sofa of the family room assisted by Safira. Until all the packages now moved to his room.

"Can you open it now?" ask Za.

"Can. This is all for you.

Za was too curious to immediately see the contents of the boxes. Because opening the gift wrapper is a fun thing. The first box was opened in pink by Za. The contents made him grin while glancing towards Fadhil who was sitting next to him. Za hurriedly stuffed the black thin cloth into his box.

The second box, overwritten by Za. Brown in color, the size is almost the same as the pink box that was opened. It makes him stunned. Lingerie again with a bright red color. The box closed again.

Kapok chose a large box, Za chose a smaller box that turned out to contain a perfume, but not just any perfume. Za opened the next small box.

"Geez!" his murmur saw a powerful medicine poking out from within the box. Why is the contents of the card like this, the mind. Za chose to stop opening the gift. Because according to his feeling, all gifts from the Fadhil brothers are about the romantic affairs of husband and wife.

"Why not continue?" ask Fadhil who is busy replying to messages on his phone.

"Later on."

"Can you have any gift?" cecar Fadhil makes Za hot to answer.