The Bujang Lapuk
Resigning

Although today was the last time Za taught, she did her job as usual. It was hard to leave the job that he had been doing for two years. But how else, she could not resist her husband's wishes either.

The eyes of the children because they do not want to lose their beloved teacher makes Za tired. But he still smiled encouragingly at his students. Taking a break in class was not enough. They even followed Za who was sitting in the lobby waiting for an invitation.

"Mom, can you play at Mom's house sometime?" ask one of the students.

"Bby dong. Chat later if you want to play at Mom's house."

"Emang can chat Mother? Is her husband not angry?" ask another student named Riko.

A broken student. "He's an experience, Mom. Nge-chat Bu Fatma who balesin Mr. Irsyad. Where to use emot love again."

"Dnjiir! Open your disgrace!" Riko snorted in annoyance.

Sontak all wide. Including adult men who a moment ago stood behind not far from them smiling at the behavior of teenagers who were funny.

"Have you finished talking?" Fadhil interrupted their conversation.

"Well, is this Bu Za's handler?" knock one of the students.

"Sopan, Woi!" the student named Riko.

Fadhil just smiled. Seeing Za surrounded by male disciples. Maybe the Za fans are at school. His wife is beautiful and his face looks younger than his age. No wonder so many like it. He was lucky because he was the one who won Za's heart.

"Mother first, yes. If you want to just tell me."

"Ok, Mom."

Fadhil held Za's hand in front of their students. Disappointed voices sounded behind them.

While in the schoolyard, they had to cross paths with Doni, the gym teacher. Za greeted for a moment because he had not been able to say goodbye. Just for a second. Because Fadhil has been mengultimatum to speak sufficiently.

"Absolutely on his face, Mas?"

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. Then try curling your lips.

Za chuckled to see her husband's face smiling very stiffly. It's funny that Fadhil is jealous.

"So to Mom's house now?"

"So, dong."

Today Bian came home from Samarinda. Za couldn't wait to meet her cousin. Because when he gets married, Bian can't come. Because Bian is not likely to apply for leave in the near future. Finally Za had to accept when Bian could only congratulate him through a video call.

The news of Bian's return was like a surprise. It was always so when he heard the man was coming home. Za almost forgot that each of them already had a partner.

"Are you close to Bian?" ask Fadhil suddenly.

"Near aja. It's like a sibling. He's my only brother. There's nothing else."

Fadhil nodded in understanding. The Za family was indeed not too much as it should be. Unlike his large family who are very much and live scattered in several cities. That's why it's very difficult to gather them in an event if not planned far away.

"You ever want to be betrothed to him?"

Za looked at it for a moment. It must be his mother who told Fadhil a lot. Who else likes to leak in his house besides his mother.

"Why not?"

"If I wanted to Mas couldn't be my husband" Za replied upset that Fadhil was deliberately teasing her.

Fadhil chuckles. "How many men have you rejected?"

'You."

"Nothing. What the hell is unclear."

"Just want to know."

"nothing important. You're jealous eventually."

"Oh, so much, huh? Not just one or two."

Za clucked increasingly irritated. Fadhil's waist was targeted by his finger until the man complained.

They stop at the fruit shop before entering the residential alley where Za's parents live. Buy some fruits for souvenirs. Although not much, it was always done by Za every time he would visit his parents' house. As his attention.

Fifty meters from the gate, they reached the house they last visited a week ago. Za often pity her mother. Every day we have to be alone at home. Waiting for his father to come home from work in the afternoon. But today there was Bian accompanying him. Of course because Alya is in college.

"You just come, mom's happy. Bring this much fruit did not end up eaten by Mother and Father. The one that I gave to Alya's mother yesterday is partly."

"It's okay, Mom. Just share with the neighbors if most," said Za while putting a bag of fruit on the dining table.

"Mas Bian, miss eating noodles just like you." Za dropped down beside Bian.

"Goddess. Say ask for it."

Za laughed off. "No, Mas. Really. I didn't ask for gold jewels or money. But if brought anyway not delicious if you want to refuse.

Bian grieved over Za's voice. "Udah has a husband, Za. Behaviour changed," he said.

"Why did I behave? Is something weird?"

"Of course you know, don't you realize?"

Za throbbing. Bian always talks as he is with Za. But Za laughed at hearing that. How not, Bian himself who always spoils Za.

"Mas Bian actually resigned?" tanya Za switched the conversation.

"So then. One and a half months of LDR alone is a century and a half."

"Keep Alya to be told what to eat, Mas. Poor dong has an unemployed husband. Where to pay for college again."

"Kok so you're dizzy, Za. Bian aja selow. The temple has already arranged. As long as we want the effort," said Bian sure.

"Eh, by the way you came by yourself?"

Za just realized since then Fadhil did not see the trunk of his nose. He rushed out of the house. Her husband's car is still in front. But there was no one inside.

"Mom! I saw Mas Fadhil, didn't I?" ask Za who just entered the house. Carry a cake box. Looks like her mother and Alya's mother are bartering food. After delivering the fruit, he brought a cake home. Seharmonis was the relationship of his family and Alya's family since long ago. Fortunately, he is not a match for Ghani. If that happens, maybe Bu Joko's house between their homes can be purchased. So that no barriers separate.

"There's at Mrs Ramli's house. Talk to Alya's father again."

Za breathed a sigh of relief. She recognized the age of her husband, who was already four heads. His chatting companions were no longer suitable for his mid-thirties. Even with his father or Mr. Ramli will connect.

Out of curiosity, Za comes to Alya's house. Beyond his expectations, they are not just sitting chatting on the terrace. But was mingling about the confinement in the carport while looking at the pets of his father Alya in the cages that were handed down by Mr. Ramli.

"Thank you, sir." Za heard her husband's voice thank you. Then left Alya's house carrying a bird cage with its inhabitants.

"Bought the bird?" asked Za who was still standing in front of Alya's house.

"No. At love."

Totally lying. Za knew the price of his father's pet bird Alya nothing cheap. How could he believe that Fadhil was given free. And one more thing, Za does not like to keep animals in the house. And Fadhil doesn't know about it.