The Bujang Lapuk
Back To School

Marrying Fadhil was not as bad as Za had imagined. Fadhil loved her sincerely. Not demanding much despite Za's many shortcomings. Kitchen work is one of them. Have minimal cooking knowledge. Just frying an egg or boiling an instant noodle she can. But that's all his ability.

Za looked at the back of the man who was busy struggling in the kitchen. The smell of spices pierced his nose. Just this time Za found Fadhil wearing an apron, and busy with the kinds of vegetables he was cutting. Suddenly Za insecure because of his movement, cooking is not a stranger to Fadhil.

"Mas!"

"Gee!" Fadhil. "Away awake?"

"Hm. How can you not wake me up?" sahut Za approaching.

"There's another moon. Still got stomach pain?"

"That's fine. Even though the moon comes there is no harm in waking up at dawn."

"It's okay. Just enjoy the cut," replied Fadhil while cutting carrots.

"I'm helping you, Mom!"

"No need. You just sit down. It's just to put the vegetables in. Done."

Fadhil leads Za to the dining table. Then make a glass of warm milk.

Za rarely drinks milk. Because indeed he does not like the drinks that he thinks make eneg. But because Fadhil had been kind enough to make it, Za just asked to add chocolate powder. So that it feels a little disguised. If every day he is treated like that maybe his small body will re-expand like a toddler.

"You get ready first! It's ripe the soup."

Za nodded. Today he started going back to school. Three days without any activity is too boring. Every day I spend time in bed playing on my phone.

Za did not take long leave. There are no plans to go anywhere after marriage. Honeymoon out of town had never thought of her getting married with the feeling of not being too sure of her decision. Let time prove it. If Fadhil might be the best choice. It was enough to see his parents smiling happily after the qabul ijab was said.

And during the three days of living together, Za always got preferential treatment. Although she was upset by her husband and nephew. But it turns out it's just part of her surprise birthday scenario.

Za Dragging a step into the bathroom. It still feels reluctant to move. But job responsibilities await him. Once berserk to obey the wishes of Fadhil who asked him to stop teaching. But not now.

After the shower, Za set herself in front of the mirror. Polishing the face and wearing a square hijab. A brooch was attached to perfect its appearance. Za took her bag and went downstairs.

At the dinner table, Sapphira was waiting. Breakfast this morning with chicken soup menu made by Fadhil.

"Morning's cooking soup, Om?" chirps Safira.

"Again pingin" said Fadhil.

"Nwantedam?"

"Ohuk!" Za chokes on soup sauce. Fadhil gave her a glass of water.

"Why is that so surprising, Tan?" safira said then she chuckled. "It's only natural that you're pregnant?" continued.

"You said the original sound, Fir. Auntie Za was shocked. Just got married three days pregnant."

Never mind getting pregnant, Za just got a monthly guest. Even from the first night, Fadhil hasn't touched her. And now it has to be blocked again for the next week.

They were out of the house along with the newly arrived ART to clean the house. His job is only to clean up because Fadhil and Safira used to rarely eat at home. After all, Fadhil is good at cooking so he is used to cooking by himself.

"Fira first, Om, Auntie!" Safira. He went to college driving a white city car.

"Mas, I'm not full. At 11 o'clock we're home. I stopped by Dad's house to get a motorbike" said Za.

A garage that can accommodate three cars. Za sees a car that Fadhil used to pick him up when he was sick. Motor sport commonly used Fadhil and 150 cc motor matic.

Fadhil pulls the black car out of the garage to drive Za. From now on, she will probably wear it more often. Because all this time Fadhil went everywhere with his blue motorbike.

"When you're done, just call. I'll pick you up" Fadhil said as they were on their way.

"No bother? It's work."

"Not at all Za. For you my time is always there."

"Buck!" mumbling Za.

"Yes. We'll go home and eat tofu gimbal,"

"Gombal, Mom. Not a gimbal."

Fadhil laughed softly. "Little, be romantic" he said.

"What do you want to masakin?" ask Fadhil later.

Za's really not feeling good. Most people who ask this question are wives. But why is he just the opposite.

"No. I'll cook. But yes, my mother?"

"OKs. We will go home shopping. Then learn to cook."

Arriving at the gate, they cross paths with Mr. Irsyad's car which honks. That same black car went into the schoolyard.

"His stomach is good?" Fadhil rubbed his stomach last night making him worry because Za didn't stop complaining of pain.

"Already lightened. A little pain."

"Or you take a day off. What if I suddenly get sick again?"

"Yes under arrest" Za replied casually. Because of menstrual pain every month he felt. It's just that last night the pain was incredible. Fadhil to panic compress with warm water to find a midnight painkiller.

"Mas, door. I'm gonna bell."

Fadhil didn't even unlock. He looked at Za with an anxious look. "Just go home, okay?"

"That's right, Mom. I want to teach this. Quickly open the door. Not long. It's only 4 hours."

With a heavy heart, Fadhil unlocks the door. And let his wife down. But his gaze could not be separated from Za who was wearing a suit teaching her to walk into the school gate. Za is in stark contrast to being at home. She's really transformed into a grown woman. His powerful attitude seemed to be closed so tightly behind his appearance.

Fadhil sighed harshly as he saw a man dressed in sports greeting and approaching Za. Although only talking, he did not want his wife to give a smile to a man who was expected by a colleague. This is why Fadhil asked Za to stop teaching. He's very jealous. Although there is no exaggeration of the two.

Fadhil took his gawai. Then find the contact number of his beloved wife. From a distance, Za looks back at his car that still lives in front of the school fence. Fadhil can see Za smiling while shaking his head.

"Get in!" fadhil said as Za received his call.

"Yes." Yeah." Za's answer sounded calm.

Fadhil was still observing Za who walked into the school lobby and walked side by side with the male teacher while chatting.