The Bujang Lapuk
Be engaged

"Sir, how did you stay silent? Why?" Fadhil chases Za, who has been quieting him since the trip. Even at the dinner table, Za did not open her voice. After the meal, Za went into the room and Fadhil caught up with her.

Za is not upset with Fadhil, but her husband's lack of firm attitude that makes Lany do as she pleases. It is as if you do not respect the privacy of others.

"I don't like Lany at home."

That answer made Fadhil speechless. He understood his wife's heartbreak. But to get Lany out, that's impossible.

"Lany wasn't home long. At least three days have also returned to Surabaya."

"It's the third day. And he's still just a prankster at home. Can you be a little strict with him? At least have a little respect for people."

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. That's probably what he did. But his heart did not reach.

"Atau Mas was glad he was home. Let every day be treated to thighs with plump breasts?"

"Astaghfirullahal. No, that's not it, honey. Lany is Safira's mother. It's only natural that he comes to the house to visit his son for a few days. When it comes to her clothes, Safira has repeatedly reminded me. But Lany's style has changed since she worked out of town. He wasn't that."

"I don't like it when he's home. I want to stay here until he leaves the house. Let Mas satisfied see he is sexy," said Za Ketus.

"If you're here, you'll be here too."

Fadhil, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, now lay down beside Za who was still sitting with his face folded. He knew Za wouldn't be angry for long. Even when angry often explode. But only for a moment must have returned to soften.

"So Lany said you used to ride in your car sitting in front. So where are you guys going?" za asked again expressing her frustration.

"Take him to the airport" replied Fadhil casually.

"Oh, so the driver, to?" sindir Za's.

"Dec, that's it. Don't talk about what doesn't matter, why? There are still many things that can be discussed other than discussing other people who actually make you upset."

Za grunting. He's shuffling down from the bed. A week did not visit his parents' house, surely his mother misses chatting with him.

The two old men were sitting on the sofa. Enjoy the fruit of the longan that was bought by Za while on the way. In front of them, the TV was on broadcasting a news program.

"Don't do much, Dad. The wind is high" said Za, throwing himself beside his father.

"Yes. How many seeds."

Despite being an adult and married, Za is still spoiled for her father. He hugged his father.

"Aren't you ashamed of your husband?" His mother reminded.

"No. Let it go."

Madam Rahma shook her head slowly. His only son is indeed his father's favorite. Even when a child often whines when they want to be left for work.

"Where, Za? Hasn't it worked yet?" ask her mother again.

"How did it work, ma'am?"

"Make a grandson for Mom and Dad."

Za let out a rough breath. After being charged with getting married, there are now more demands of his mother. Asking Za to give a grandchild soon.

"Prophe dong, Mom. Not a month they were married. Let them adapt first. If it is time to be loved, it will also be loved. Maybe they want to date before they plan to have children."

Za smiled happily. This is his father. The one who had always been at the very front defending him.

"Well, dong. Bian waited for Alya to graduate first. Za wants to date first. When do we have his granddaughter, Dad."

"If it's time. No need to force it. Taking care of a child is not easy either. Let Za prepare himself and mentally first.

For Za, he could have considered the past wind. But his mother was a person who easily ignited. He said he was sensitive if anyone compared his daughter to someone else's daughter. Tired, of course that's how he feels. Because it all comes down to him.

"Sir, did you go home first?" Fadhil's voice in front of the door made the three men turn their heads.

"Is there a need?" ask Za to respond.

"Yes. Just sec. Come here again."

After Fadhil said goodbye to his father and mother, Za followed to the front of the house.

"What the hell is it, Mas?" ask Za curiously.

"Don't get angry, yeah. I'm not sure what happened either." Fadhil's answer actually provoked Za's curiosity even greater.

"Mbak Min just called, he said a courier brought a lot of stuff home. Lany's stuff."

Za was silent at Fadhil's explanation. How much stuff Lany to Mbak Min have to call the owner of the house.

"Why not taken care of who has the goods anyway, Mas," said Za with a tone of dislike.

"Lany is not home. It's not just one suitcase but one tub."

"Well?!" Za was surprised.

He also took the initiative to come home with Fadhil because he wanted to know what was really going on at home.

Along the way Za was busy guessing. His face looked panicked. Another case with Fadhil who looks calm driving a vehicle.

Arriving at home, some items in the form of suitcases and other household items are still lying in front of the house. Fadhil and Za barged in looking for their ART. But what was found was Lany who sat down while drinking tea on the sofa of the family room.

"Have you guys gone home?" ask Lany casually.

Seeing Lany's irritating demeanor, Za climbed into the room. Ignoring Lany's affairs that Fadhil will surely resolve.

"I filed a mutation and in acc. Tomorrow I've started working at the branch here. And I will stay here to be closer to Sapphira."

"You should talk to us first, Lan. Why did you decide for yourself?"

"Why really? It's a house together. You haven't forgotten that I'm Safira's mother, have you?"

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. "What's wrong with talking first? It is not only Sapphira that lives here. There's me, my wife,"

"Oh, so your wife mind if I stay here? Please tell her, I am also the daughter-in-law of this house. Not just him. Although Mas Farhan no longer exists, but there are children who are also entitled to this house." Lany's remarks made Fadhil inflamed. If Za had heard, she would have been heartbroken by Lany's accusation.

"I've always been selfish!" Fadhil leaves Lany and follows Za to the room. But what was found was that his wife was standing at the end of the stairs who had certainly heard all her debates with Lany.

Za rushed into his room. He picked up the suitcase and packed his clothes.

"Darling, put your clothes back on!"

"No. I'd better stay at Daddy's house with Mom. Than in this house."

Fadhil held Za's hand which stuffed her clothes into the suitcase.

"We're not going to live here anymore. But not to go home to Father and Mother." persuaded Fadhil gently so that Za would undo his intention to go home to his parents.

"Then where? Contract?"

"Come Mas. We'll pack up the stuff later."