The Bujang Lapuk
Indeed Fadhil

"Who did you talk to this morning?" ask Fadhil after picking up Za from school.

"Pak Doni's. Why?" za replied while opening her phone.

"Must smile like that?"

Za squinted. Staring at Fadhil who was driving and his gaze focused on the streets.

"Continue having to while frowning? That's how it means?"

"Mas doesn't like you being near him. He likes you."

Za speechless. Know where Fadhil comes from that Doni likes him. Although Za does not reciprocate Doni's feelings, but the relationship between the two is still fine.

"And he likes it. I'm not."

"So who do you like?"

Za looked at it for a moment. Fadhil's question is trapping him. Za's too smart to dodge.

"I don't think I'm cooking right now. Let's just buy it, okay?" he switched the conversation.

His desire to learn to cook was no longer as hot as this morning. Maybe because the moon is coming, his laziness becomes multiplied.

Fadhil just assented. He can eat anything, even if it is not a home-cooked meal.

They stopped in front of a chicken shop. Za ordered two portions of take away.

"Eat in the workshop, huh?"

Without a second thought, Za agreed. She also wanted to know where her husband opened the business. After getting married there are many things she should know about Fadhil.

Five minutes from the chicken shop, menei car to the shoulder of the road. And stop at a fairly large and famous vehicle spare parts store in the city. Za deliberately did not come down. Because maybe Fadhil will only buy spare parts for stock in his store.

When the left door opened and Fadhil asked him to come down Za refused.

"I'm not coming down. Fadhil isn't long, is it?"

"We're here, Deck. You want to just get in the car?"

"Is this Mas Fadhil's workshop?"

"Yes. Comeondown!"

Za stunned. Fadhil is a liar. She thinks her husband's workshop is a small workshop because. If it is that big, it may be 5 to 7 million dollars a month.

Za got out of the car with difficulty because the body of the car was too high for his small body size. He followed as Fadhil clasped his hand. Some employees tease them. And Fadhil just smiles. While Za, blushed while lowering her face. Because all of Fadhil's employees are men.

"Finally.punya go hand in hand as well," exclaimed one of Fadhil's employees.

"It's not cold anymore, Bang?"

And other shortcomings that show that Fadhil cut the bulkhead between him and his employees.

They entered a room that was certainly cleaner than the front. A desk, a row of cabinets and a long sofa filled the room.

"It's a lie to me, huh?" todong Za as soon as Fadhil closes the door.

Fadhil. "liying? About what?"

"About the work of Mas. Mas said he had enough workshop for daily needs. But what is this?"

Fadhil thinned his lips. If other women would be happy to see the efforts of her husband who is able to support their lives properly, but Za just looks upset.

Fadhil grabbed both of his wife's shoulders.

"sorry. I don't mean to be dishonest. But Mas just wants to find a wife who actually accepts Mas without seeing what he has now. Because all this is just a deposit. Anytime it can be taken without us being able to prevent it. Mas wants to have a wife who will accompany Mas in times of joy or sorrow. Not a woman who only wants to accompany Mas when everything can be fulfilled."

For some reason, Za saw the look in Fadhil's eyes that bore wounds. Za hurriedly brushed off his conjecture. I hope it's just his feelings.

"Mas has so much hope in you. You are the woman I've been looking for." Fadhil's words were so touching Zahidah's feelings.

"Mas will age earlier than you, Mas hope you will keep this bond until death separates. Maybe not for long…"

Za shut Fadhil's mouth. He shook his head slowly, not wanting to hear words that might sound hurtful. They are newly married and Za wants to enjoy what it's like to fall in love with her own husband.

"We'll eat first, okay?" he told Fadhil not to continue their talks.

Za opens the rice box for Fadhil. Until the next few days or until he is good at cooking maybe this is all he can do. Prepare food ordered through the application or buy into its place.

At the moment, Za feels completely inappropriate for Fadhil. Too many shortcomings while Fadhil.ah, why her husband is actually versatile. Too perfect for him. Making money okay, in the kitchen okay, in bed…

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Za chokes chicken geprek level maximum.

Za is not eating in a hurry. But his mind wandered without being prevented. Imagine Fadhil in bed? What the fuck, Za? Za cursed himself.

"Is there anything that bothers you?" ask Fadhil

"Hm."

"What?"

"You?

Fadhil. His lips curled at the sudden remark from his wife.

"You...apparently smart dreadlocks too, huh?!" said it.

Za just smiled hearing that. Because he was ashamed not to play. She could have been flirting with her husband.

Za avoided Fadhil's gaze by focusing on the food in front of him. Until the rice box was clean. And the food in front of Fadhil is still intact.

"Why did you see that?" za protests because Fadhil is still staring at her.

"Beautiful" said Fadhil slowly.

"Udah, Mas. Don't keep fighting. Not satiated. Eat first!" sahut Za who is still filled with shame.

"Mas is full see you eat."

"Continue this?"

"Save it for later" said Fadhil as he moved.

He took the wallet out of his bag and asked Za to sit down together. Seeing Fadhil's serious face, Za stopped packing food.

"Here, Deck! Don't stay far." Fadhil patted the side of the empty sofa. Za shifted his body. Until not at distance with Fadhil's body.

"Dek, do you know that Mas covers all the living expenses and education costs of Safira?"

Za nodded. Because Fadhil told her the other day.

"Mas hope you are also pleased with what Mas did for Safira."

"Yes, Mum."

There is no reason to oppose. Because Fadhil is responsible. He was Safira's father's only sibling.

"It's a net gain from the workshop, 70 percent will be transferred here. 30 percent will be in another Mas account." Fadhil held out a card.

"And this is the advantage of the cafe. It'll be transferred here."

"Cafe?" asked Za with a frown.

"Yes. The cafe we used to go there."

The only cafe he ever visited with Fadhil was the time to go home from Fatma's house. And it turned out to be Fadhil's.

"From now on you set all the costs of the needs of the house, the needs of both of us and the needs of Safira. Every month Sapphira will ask for money, maybe ranging from 7 to 10 million for his needs. He will make the details. You don't mind, do you?"

"Where might I mind, Mas. This is your money. I don't want to hold all this. Only the ones holding. Just love me for the kitchen. Just like my pocket money. The rest is set. I'm not good at making money, Mom." Za swiped the card in front of Fadhil.

"Eat it while studying," replied Fadhil who was astonished by Za's attitude.

"No ah. Fear of not trust. If I keep shopping, how's the money going?"

"It's okay. Money is your money too."

The discussion also began. Za continues to resist and Fadhil forces Za to keep his cards.

"Yes, I'll take one. Which is less salinity?"

Fadhil opened his phone to check his account balance. Za is a strange woman. When another woman would accept her husband's gift with joy, but she refused.

"It's a little bit less. But take this too." Fadhil gave me two cards.

"It's the same then" grumbled Za. Fadhil also chuckled.

"Dad!" call slowly.

Za looked at Fadhil in response. "You stopped teaching, huh? Just at home."

Za speechless. His face was flat for a moment. That request is Fadhil's second and must be fulfilled.