The Bujang Lapuk
Move over

"I'm sorry if all this time Safira troublesome Om. Safira is now working, promise not to ask for pocket money much more. Not wandering anymore. But Om don't leave here. This is our house." Safira cried as much as Fadhil and Za said they would move out of the house.

After his father died, he hung his life on his om. Not only material, but Sapphira also got the affection of a father from Fadhil. Fadhil is much bigger than his father. About her mother, Sapphira was astonished because her presence seemed undesirable. Her mother worked out of town since she was a toddler. He would only meet his mother once a week. Even since his mother moved to Surabaya, once a month can only see his mother's face.

He was never asked what his needs were, how his school, even when sick oun it was Fadhil who took care of him. Gaining a mother's affection is like something she's so hard to get.

Not even a month he got the attention of Za, now Fadhil's decision to move from the house is of course a surprising and sad thing. Dai had to stay with the person who always wanted Sapphira as he wished.

"We still live in the same town, Fir. You can still play at Om's house whenever you want. There's still your mama here. You don't live alone. Om also never mind your pocket money. Even if you are working now, your pocket money remains intact. Your salary can be saved," replied Fadhil.

"Not crying. Aunt Za so cry, tuh." Next to Fadhil's hand reached Za's shoulder which had been silent since then but his eyes were glazed over.

Although with a heavy heart, Safira must still let them go carrying large suitcases containing clothes. He certainly knew if the cause of Fadhil's departure from the house was because of his mother.

"Good at home, yeah. Play there whenever you want" whispered Za, hugging Safira.

Safira just nodded slowly. He must also understand, if it is not forever his om will prioritize him. Ten years ago he could have claimed that Fadhil would have placed himself above other women. But now, things are different. Fadhil is married and of course he has plans with his new family. From a long time ago, Safira had gained that understanding. Although when the time came, it turned out that he was not completely willing.

Fadhil honks before leaving the front of the house. Safira is still seen sculpting on the porch of the house. While at the door, Lany stood staring at the open car glass, revealing the faces of Fadhil and Za who ignored her.

"Mas!" Za opened the conversation after they walked down the big road.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, yeah."

"For?"

"Have followed your selfish wife."

Fadhil. "Cock selfish? Lah ngak. You should find a comfortable place to live for you. Just didn't expect it to be this fast."

"Repent?"

"Absolutely not, dear. Precisely happy. We will stay alone without having to feel awkward because of the presence of others in our house. And….."

"And what?" tanya Za saw Fadhil play next to his eyebrows. Not answering, Fadhil chuckled.

"And what, Mas?" reset Za.

"We can feel the thrill of playing anywhere."

"What?!" Za sloughed. Fadhil's mind was already wandering everywhere.

"Where do you think you're going to get there?" later on

"Yes. His name is also a new manten."

"Oh so if the old will change? Looking for another one. Can I feel new?"

"It's not the concept, honey. I am so grateful to have gotten you. Don't want anything else."

"Emmmm, that's sweet. Whose husband tried?" Za wrapped her arms around Fadhil. Her nose suddenly smelled a different perfume than her husband's body. Since when did Fadhil spray another perfume on his body?

"But you haven't forgotten what Mas's asking?"

"Which one?" tanya Za tries to remember Fadhil's request that has not been fulfilled.

"When do you want to resign?"

Za speechless. There is no harm in sacrificing something he likes. He's already married. It is her duty to obey her husband. Like Fatma rempo said today.

Fadhil smiled with satisfaction. "Surprise. But sure as fast as that?"

"Yakin Mas's. I am your wife, after all. God's Ridho depends on the husband, right, Mas?"

Fadhil again commented on the smile next to his hand rubbing the head that was leaning spoiled on his shoulder.

Inexplicably smelling the scent of perfume attached to her husband's body made something more turbulent in him. Za tightened his embrace, inhaling the fragrance of the body deeper.

"What perfume, anyway? This isn't what you normally are, is it?"

"So we found it in the box. There's a card from Tio. Try it a little. Is it good to smell?"

The effect is amazing. A gift from one of Fadhil's unopened cousins by Za.

"Mas can be a little quick, can't you?" za asked Fadhil to step on the gas deeper.

Za clucked resentfully at having to get stuck in traffic at the intersection that had been burning red lights for so long. Her hands began to mischievously infiltrate the t shirt worn by her husband. Making the man who had been waiting for the red light to jump because of the touch of Za's fingers behind his clothes.

The journey was still ten minutes away and they still had to pass through three intersections. Za was getting impatient to get home soon.

The residential gate of their new residence was in sight. Za looks increasingly agitated. Holding the conak that he had been holding for a few minutes. Shameful but she couldn't help herself.

"Come, Mas!" Za pulled Fadhil's arm, which was about to take the suitcase from the trunk.

"This was taken first the suitcase."

"Later on," said Za did not care.

Fadhil shut the trunk door again because Za forced him to pull his arm.

"Why are you, anyway? It's weird." asked Fadhil, pretending to be stupid.

Za ignored her husband's question. He dragged Fadhil up the stairs. His desire is only one, completing a desire that demands to be completed immediately.

"Mas, open!"

"What?"

"That." Za pointed at Fadhil's pants with his chin.

"Open it yourself."

Fadhil smiles triumphantly seeing Za strip off her clothes. An idea that suddenly flashed when it found the perfume inside the gift box. Sometimes he wants to see his wife explore themselves in bed. Because all this time Za was just a passive party. Just fulfill Fadhil's wish without daring to ask first.

It seemed like she had to wear that perfume often while at home. So that he can see Za who is so active leading the game. Seeking his own satisfaction not even once.

Za covered her wet face with a blanket after finishing her husband.

"Why closed? You look sexy like this." Fadhil's words actually made Za hold the blanket when her husband was about to open it.

"Open, Deck!"

"Shame, Mas. Go to the bathroom first!"

You brat! Forgetting how ferocious it was when playing earlier. And now I just say shame. Fadhil nodded his head. He infiltrated from below while unsuccessfully removing the blanket from above.

"Main again, huh?" Fadhil teases his wife whose face must be as red as a cherry.