The Bujang Lapuk
First Afternoon

"Yes if according to Mbak anyway nurut what the husband just said, Za."

Za had expected Fatma's answer would be so. Obey the words of the husband. Although Za knew that, he wanted to ask for a little tolerance. At least until she becomes a mother.

It seems that Fatma was given more discretion by her husband. Even when pregnant, they are allowed to teach.

"Again Fadhil must have been very able to meet your needs, Za. Want to come here, especially?"

It was not the material Za was looking for. But the pleasure of transmitting the knowledge he had and meeting the children who often entertained him.

Some people will probably be happy days when only asked to stay at home. You can shop to meet your needs without having to get tired of working. But for Za, she would feel that something was missing if she had to stay home.

"After giving birth later, Ma'am also wants to stop. Focus on taking care of the child. Because Mommy and Mr. Irsyad have agreed not to delegate childcare to baby sitters."

Za agreed with Fatma's thinking. Because he will too. Later on? I don't know when he doesn't know. To date, Fadhil has never even touched her. Although Fadhil has seen him pray since one week ago.

"By the way, you and Fadhil didn't delay having a baby, did you, Za?"

"ah! No, Ma'am." said Za gelagapan.

He and Fadhil have never talked about it. Even talking about intimate things is never. Za was still hesitant if he had to offer himself first. It is impossible that Fadhil does not want it. 40 years of celibacy is certainly a difficult thing to control yourself when married. But what's wrong with her husband?

The turmoil that engulfed him could not be told to Fatma. Especially about the bed. Za has to take good care of him.

"Bak first, Za!" fatma said after seeing her husband's car stop in front of them.

Za just nodded slowly. The direction of their house is opposite from the bimbel. If not, then Mr. Irsyad has definitely offered Za to go home together.

Za reopened her phone. The message still ticks one. Calls that were connected several times were interrupted. Fadhil's phone is off.

"That's weird," murmured Za.

He also decided to go home by taking an online taxi.

Just getting off the motorcycle, Za sees Fadhil's car coming into the yard. Upset, of course Za is very upset with Fadhil. If her husband never promised to pick her up, maybe Za wouldn't be that irritated. But because he was already waiting, in fact Fadhil did not pick him up.

Za ignores Fadhil who got off the car. But a moment later her gaze was fixed on a woman who got off her husband's car. Beautiful lady with knee-length dress and carrying handbag. His face is similar to….Sapphires.

Za turned her eyes before being caught watching the woman. He rushed into the house after having difficulty unlocking the house due to loss of concentration.

The room became his destination. No matter who the woman was, she was just annoyed at Fadhil who actually went home with another woman instead of picking her up.

The door to the room is open. Fadhil went into the room and looked for a cell phone charger in the drawer.

A few moments later I heard a rough breath.

"sorry. Mobile phone is running out of battery. Mas to the tutoring place but you have come home first" explained Fadhil because Za had not reprimanded him since he entered the room.

Za pretended to be busy opening the hijab and cleaning her face. Without caring about Fadhil's words.

"She's Safira's mother. I asked to be picked up at the airport. The plane's a little late."

Za was silent again. Fadhil was willing to pick up his mother Safira to the airport and wait for the plane to arrive late. Though the distance of the house to the airport is further from the distance of the bezel to the house.

"Mas is sorry. Not to ignore you. But my phone is really dead."

"Yes," said Za while releasing the Fadhil check. He took a towel and went to the bathroom.

He intentionally linger in the bathroom. Hoping that when he came out, Fadhil was no longer in the room. But apparently her guess was wrong, her husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. Za forgot to bring a nervous change of clothes instead of playing. The towel is not too wide. Just close it up to the knee.

Although with an innumerable awkward feeling, Za pretended to ignore the existence of Fadhil in the room. He immediately opened the closet to pick up a change of clothes.

The cup! Za frowned as she felt a touch of lips on her plain shoulder and turned into a small bite. Then move to the neck, until the ear lobe. Zahidah's blood rippled violently. Fadhil often hugs her, kisses her cheeks and sometimes lips, but the effect is not as great as when the man's tongue plays on Za's ears.

Za hissing holding back amusedly. But what came out of his lips was precisely the sound of *******. Because Fadhil's hand has now infiltrated you in a towel. The two twin mountains were now the target of his mischievous hands.

"M-I….!" Za sighed louder.

"I want you now, Za." It was like a command that only needed to be obeyed. Za nodded slowly. His frustration went nowhere.

Za draped an arm as Fadhil carried her towards the contest. Although he was nervous, but the gentle treatment of Fadhil made Za feel relaxed. Touch by touch with a phrase of adoration made him float.

Za clutched Fadhil's back as he felt something raining down on his lower body. Pain, until without feeling a clear point just slid from the corner of his eye.

"illness?"

Za nodded. "Little."

"But I can't stop, Za."

"It's okay, Mommy."

Gradually, the pain turned into a favor and demanded repetition.

"Sigh up, Za" said Fadhil as Za bit her lip to hold back the sound.

Some time later the moaning sound was heard as a sign the game was over. Fadhil rolled the body to the side after landing a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Thank you, dear."

Za's faint smile fell on her lips. She hid herself under her husband's arm.

The first turned out not to be as painful as Za had imagined. Especially looking at Fadhil's face that looks brighter. It is obvious that the man is happy.

"Hopefully grow up to be a good boy." Fadhil rubbed Za's stomach from under the blanket. Enough to show if Fadhil wants his baby soon with Za present to the world.

"You don't mind if Mas wants to have a child with you soon?"

Za shook her head. "No, Mas. Anytime at love, I'm ready."

"Thank you." Fadhil rubbed Za's dense hair and tightened his arms.

Their conversation came to a halt when they heard the sound of the room door being knocked. Za looked at Fadhil in wonder. Because in that house there is only Sapphira who never bother if the door of their room is closed.

"You take a shower first. Let Mas see" said Fadhil.