The Bujang Lapuk
The Teaser

"Mas!"

"Yes?" Fadhil said Za's call distracts him from the phone screen.

"Mr Lany how many days do you usually stay here?"

Fadhil thinned his lips. Then he grabbed Za's shoulder to get his wife closer

"Why? You're not comfortable in this house?"

Za was reluctant to allow Fadhil's speech. However, Lany first entered the Fadhil family. Even up to 12 years as a widow, Lany did not remarry. For Za, it was enough to show how much love Lany had for her late husband.

Then should he who has not even a month become part of the family put a dislike on Lany? But Lany's attitude did make Za feel uncomfortable. Although at home, it is not appropriate Lany dressed scantily. Remembering in that house there was an adult male who was not a mahrom. Lany's impeccably pure white legs are very likely to attract men. Moreover, the size of the chest is quite large certainly very tempting the view of the opposite sex. Not to mention Lany's attitude that seemed to dominate every side of the house. Especially in the kitchen and dining room. Za does admit that her ability to cook is far from Lany. So she was worried that her husband would gravitate towards Lany's cooking ending…. Za won't be willing if until Fadhil likes another woman.

"Did she dress like that at home? You're never tempted?" Za did not cover up her worry-filled feelings.

"It's impossible not to be tempted, Mom. Men like to see the open. Moreover, she is beautiful," said Za again without waiting for Fadhil's answer.

"Call right, Mas?" lick Za again.

"Yes….A normal man" said Fadhil without guilt.

"Tuh, right. Men everywhere are the same. Can't keep your eyes on."

"Kok is the wrong one. His name is one house. Where might Mas walk while brimming."

Za clicked his tongue irritated. It's not entirely Fadhil's fault either. But Lany was the one who was supposed to take care of her marwah let alone her widow. But the woman seemed to be deliberately indulging her aura.

When Za opens the door to Fadhil's room, he is treated to a scene that makes him even more upset. Lany walked into the next room in very short pants exposing most of her smooth thighs and sleeveless t-shirt with her two challenging hills. Za so doubt whether all this time Fadhil.kuat restrain themselves if you see Lany's appearance like that. Over the years, of course, Lany often visited the house.

Za went back into the room with his face folded.

"What are you doing, Mas?" tanyanya saw Fadhil take fitness clothes.

"Nge-gym."

"No need to."

"Why?" ask Fadhil wonder. Do you really want to create a shrinkage program?"

"No. No need to do a gym this morning. We'll just exercise in the room."

Fadhil raised his eyebrows. Happy news of course. He put the clothes in his hand back in the closet.

He immediately raised Za's body, making his wife squeal.

"What do you want?!"

"Sports, right?"

Za. Holding Fadhil from leaving the room, he had to fall prey for the second time after dawn. The energy of Fadhil seems endless. Makes Za moan at the insistence of her little sister. And that dense black hair was targeted by Za as the storm came hitting him. Fadhil's moans followed him.

"One more?"

"Capek, Mas." Za grumbled as she raised her blanket. Fadhil also chuckled.

"Mandi, huh? We're looking for breakfast outside" he said as he inched down from the bed.

Za sighed softly. His knees still felt so weak. Let alone walk to the bathroom, just stand up he can not afford.

Za intentionally let Fadhil take a shower first. Because if he comes in, it is certain that the third attack this morning will definitely be received.

"Hey! You guys want to walk?" sapana.

"You're looking for breakfast. You don't have to cook too much" said Fadhil.

"Can follow? Mager's making it to the kitchen again."

Za tightened his grip on Fadhil's arm. Thankfully, her husband was very sensitive.

"Go it alone, Lan. There's motor. We're going to Mom's dad's house too" Fadhil refused to make Za turn to him for a moment. Because Fadhil never said today that he would visit Za's parents' house.

"No problem. I will go back to the ojek and not papa. Wait a minute, will you? Please!"

Either because of the intention to mess up their plans or because Lany is insensitive to Fadhil's refusal. The woman climbed the stairs to one of the rooms on the second floor. The room she used to wear when her husband was around.

A few minutes later the woman ran down the stairs. His appearance did not far make Za a snatch. Short skirt and tight t-shirt.

Za breathed a rough breath. Even his son's appearance was much better. Fortunately, Safira stayed with Fadhil. Although the relationship is limited to uncle and nephew, Fira according to when Fadhil began to tell him to cover his head with a hijab.

"Come on! How to fuck."

Zia stepped footily holding Fadhil's arm. Her appetite has been gone since Lany said she went with them.

"Rear, Lan!" fadhil said as Lany was about to open the front door.

"Oh, sorry. Habit" said Lany with a smile.

The word habit made Za's forehead frown. His mind wondered more and more about the possibility of Lany traveling frequently with Fadhil when the woman visited her son.

The car drove slowly away from the yard. Za locks her shut up while Lany continues to talk to Fadhil as if in the car there were just the two of them.

"What do you want to eat, Deck?" ask Fadhil to Za.

"Here you go, Mas" said Za.

"Soto, how?" Lany.

But Za did not answer. As delicious as food, at this time Za just wants to go to her parents' house immediately.

Fadhil found a parking space upon arrival at the soto shop. Because of the many visitors. But the opportunity was actually used by Za.

"Wrap it up, Mas. The place is full."

Fadhil. It didn't matter when Lany protested because she wanted to eat on the spot.

"If you want to eat here it's okay. After all, the return will take a motorcycle taxi," said Fadhil.

Looked at Lany's upset face. In Za's heart cheered. He chose to wait in the car when Fadhil ordered the soto.

Not long after, Fadhil came carrying a plastic bag containing two soto packs.

"You want to eat at Mom's?" ask Fadhil.

"No. I don't want to eat soto" said Za in annoyance.

"Why didn't you ask to be wrapped?" ask Fadhil wonder.

"No why-why. Let's walk. I'll just eat at home. I was cooking rawon said."

Fadhil took a long breath. He put the plastic wrap in the back seat. Then step on the gas pedal.