The Bujang Lapuk
Bickering

"Who, Mum? Sapphira?" za asked as she walked out of the bathroom.

"No. His mother" said Fadhil.

Somehow suddenly Za did not like if it turned out that her mother Safira was knocking on their room door.

"What's wrong? Important?"

"No. It's just why Safira hasn't come home yet."

Reason that makes no sense. It can not be asked directly to Safira through a message or phone. Sapphira was more ethical than her mother.

Za beristighfar in heart. Trying to get rid of prejudice about Safira's mother.

After the Maghrib prayer, Za came down to cook. Although it had only been a few simple menus, he could already make one. Because Fadhil taught her to cook.

But when he arrived on the first floor, the aroma of cooking filled the room. Fragrant, like the smell of cooking with soy sauce.

Za stepped into the kitchen wondering who was cooking. Apparently a long-haired woman who was clamped in origin. But the clothes he was wearing made Za sigh long. Hot pants and t-shirts that are so tight show the curves of his body.

"Hi! You're Fadhil's wife?"

Za gasp. Then arch his bibirmya stiff. "Yes" he answered.

"I'm Lany, Safira's mother" he introduced himself.

"I'm Za," replied Za flatly.

His desire to cook was gone. Especially see the vegetable capcay that is ready on the kitchen table and also the soy sauce chicken on the stove that is being tested taste by Lany.

"Can you help me get this on the table?"

Za is like a remote-controlled robot. Move the glass bowl containing the capcay to the dining table. Then Lany followed him with soy sauce.

"Where's fadhil?"

"There is above" said Za.

And the man Lany asked was walking up the stairs. His face still looked fresher due to his wet hair.

"Eat, Dhil! I've cooked your favorite." Lany's words are blatantly striking Za.

Lany is Fadhil's brother-in-law. But it seems so close and memorize Fadhil's favorite food. Za had no idea how the family relationship was.

The call to eat Lany was only answered briefly by Fadhil. Then the man pulled one of the chairs. Without saying much, Fadhil took the rice and dishes that were stretched out by Lany. Za's existence seemed meaningless in the dining room.

And Safira's new voice distracts Za from Lany's attitude towards Fadhil.

"I bought satay. Auntie hasn't cooked, has she?" abugn. "Eh, Mama? When's coming?" safira asked as soon as she realized there was someone else in the house.

"Thus. Where did you come home at this hour?"

"Lecture afternoon, Ma." Safira replied indifferently as she placed the black plastic wrap on the dining table. Then the girl went into the room.

All quiet. Only Fadhil did not care about the situation. Because for him it was common to see the mother and child squabbling every time they met. Sapphira who felt unnoticed by her mother because of her busy work. But in fact all the needs of Safira had been borne by Fadhil. In addition to working and earning her own salary, Lany also gets a widow pension fund every month.

While Za, she doesn't know what to do. Seeing Lany's cooking was not tasteful. Za was astonished by Fadhil who ate with his leisure until the contents of the plate ran out.

Before long Safira came out and changed clothes. He picked up the satay pack he bought and moved it into the plate.

"Mama cook, Safira. You don't appreciate Mama at all?!" hardik Lany's.

"Safira did not ask," replied Safira ketus.

The girl headed to the family room sofa. And enjoy the food he bought while watching the drama.

"Eat, Tan. Don't keep on talking!" safira's circus reminded Za who was still silent.

Za left the dining table. The satay that Safira bought was more tempting. After all Sapphira bought too much and was impossible to spend on her own. About Lany's cooking, stupid time. Za was not interested. Not on the cuisine, but on the attitude of Lany who seemed not to consider it.

It's nothing, even though they're both son-in-laws at home, but Lany's husband is dead. And anyway why should he serve Fadhil.

Fadhil too, why did he just accept Lany's service. And beside him. Sucks.

"You bought a lot, Fir?"

"And you were going to make three. Om Fadhil usually doyan very same satay. Tumben diem aja he," sahut Safira while chewing satay.

Bruk! The sofa beside Safira shook as Fadhil's body added to the load.

"You, dong!" Fadhil took one chicken skewer and devoured it. Despite having eaten, ten one skewers still entered his stomach. Za was surprised to see Fadhil who seemed to have no feeling of fullness.

"Take a guess, how many months will Om Fadhil's stomach grow?" safira said with a laugh.

"Enak. Not gonna!" sahut Fadhil did not accept.

"right, yeah. If it turns out that three more months are fattening, Om Fadhil must add Fira pocket money. How's it? Dare to take the challenge?"

Fadhil sighed softly then put down the skewer he had just taken. Safira laughed too.

"Have eaten, Mas. Fat is not papa." Za chiming.

"Really?"

"Yes, Mas. Fat is not papa."

"Say aja Aunty worried many who have a crush on Om Fadhil. If fat is not so there is no one who glances." between Safira.

Safira's words were very true. The face and appearance of her husband is very vulnerable to other women.

"Cie, who doesn't want her husband to be glimpsed by another girl!" goda Safira again.

If at home there is Alya who will tease him, in the house of Fadhil Za was met with Safira who is more frenetic than Alya. Although the first impression of meeting Safira Za was annoyed with the indifference of her husband's nephew, but it turned out that Sapphira was a pleasant figure. Only his face was impressed.

"Om, Safira wants to work part time, yes," said Safira made Fadhil who wanted to bite the chicken meat.

"Related to time?" sahut Fadhil's.

"Just focus on college, Om Fadhil also still able to charge you." Lany who had been silent at the dining table suddenly made a sound.

"What the hell, Ma? Fira would also like to spend his own income."

"Later your college gets fucked up, Safira. A spoiled child like you can divide the time between college and work."

"Bodo is what Mama said. My mother always hinted at me. Why haven't I been in my stomach since I was killed." Sapphira got up from the sofa and went into the room. The sound of the door slamming was heard.

Za was aghast at Sapphira's words and attitude towards her mother. In the midst of her raging thoughts, Za tidied up the leftovers on the table. Then keep it in the kitchen because some have not been eaten.

There was Fadhil's voice talking to Lany.

"Let it Lan. Safira must have thought about the risk. What a hard thing it is to give him a chance. You are too skeptical of Safira. Don't blame him for arguing with you often."

Lany took a slow breath. "As far as you are. You always used to buy him. So spoiled his son," said Lany give up.

The words of the two somehow felt strange in Za's ears. From his tone of speech and language, showing their relationship was too close. Even more like two parents who are arguing about the problem of children.