The Bujang Lapuk
For Birds

"Since when did you like bird noodles?" za asked as they were on their way home.

"Since.still baby. Even since the womb."

Za's forehead suddenly wrinkled "Since in the womb?" Za chuckled. "What the hell kind of bloated Mas lives in the stomach of his mother Mas Fadhil?"

"Birds that can make you melt."

"Well?!" Za sloughed. She hit Fadhil with a neck pillow.

"Random, anyway! Not expecting, yeah. I think Mas is quiet. Apparently perverted!"

Fadhil laughed softly. "You're just the same."

Za throbbing. "I don't want the bird to be brought into the house" he said firmly.

"If it's put outside, it's gone, baby. You don't lose if the bird Mas taken people?"

"I'm serious, Mom. I don't like animals in the house. If you want to have pets make their own cage outside the house and must be cleaned every day."

"Yes. Then I made a cage. Make a garden too. Tomorrow there's a handyman who wants to make a garden in front."

Za sighed softly. Love her husband. They have just spent a lot of money to pay for the house and buy furniture to fill it. And now Fadhil wants to remodel the front yard and be converted into a garden. I don't know what it looks like.

Fadhil slowed down the speed of the vehicle as it entered the alley of their home. Although most of the house is inhabited, the atmosphere is very quiet. Za likes the environment of her new home. Sepi and its citizens who are only a few people are not too eager to deal with other people's affairs. However, they remained friendly and greeted when they met. Far away from the neighborhood where Za's parents live. There is always material to talk about others. Za was one of his victims. And because their singing was also finally met with Fadhil.

"Mas, this isn't Safira's car?"

A white car was parked in front of the house. As Za comes down to open the gate, Safira's car door opens and the girl runs up to Za.

"Aante!"

"Safira! It's been a long time in here?" za asked while opening the gate.

"Lumayan. I went back to college straight here. Want to nitip things."

"Nonstone? What stuff?"

Za invited Safira into the house. Looking at his nephew's disheveled-looking face, he no longer scouted Safira.

Until he got inside the house, Safira slammed his body on the sofa.

"Drink first, Fir." Za put the instant orange juice in front of Safira. "I'm sorry you have to wait a long time in front. Why didn't you call Auntie or Om Fadhil?"

"Sleeping in the car" Safira said lightly.

"Safira just wants a suitcase. I'll go home from work, I'll take it" he continued.

"What suitcase?"

"Shirt, dong. I'm gonna go find a hostel. But I haven't seen his room. I'll go home from work if I don't want to see the room first. If it suits me I directly occupy. If not, I'll stay at a friend's house."

"Whose friend?" Fadhil's voice boomed from the front of the house.

Safira knew, staying at a friend's house was a strict ban for him. Except when there are activities outside the city. It should also be ensured to stay at whose house.

"Gea, Om."

"Ngapain nginep in the house of Gea, there are still empty rooms here."

Safira breathed a rough breath. Za was silent. She had only seen so firmly that her husband was guarding the company of Sapphira. He thought Fadhil was just spoiling his nephew. Apparently not so.

"Why look for a boarding place? Not living at home yet?"

Safira did not answer. Fadhil certainly could have guessed what happened if he lived in one house with his mother.

"Titip first Om, Auntie. Safira wants to go to work first."

Fadhil did not fail to educate Safira.The child still understands adab when saying goodbye to parents. But with his mother, I don't know who's wrong. Their relationship is like water and oil.

"Later to come back here, huh?" Za cupped Safira's face with both hands.

Safira. "Thank you, Tan."

Then the girl went to Fadhil's cafe. Working part-time after college. Until the cafe closes at ten.

"Are you going to let Sapphira stay here?" ask Fadhil. More precisely asking for Za's approval. Because he initially disagreed if his nephew was staying at the boarding house.

"From him at the boarding house. No one is watching" said Za.

Like Fadhil, Za worries about Safira having to stay alone. Although it seems that Sapphira can take responsibility with herself, it still makes the heart not calm

"Later Mas persuaded him to return home. He and his mother can't keep going like that."

Za nodded in agreement. Although he does not know very well what problems make the relationship between mother and child tenuous.

"Where are you going?" tanya Za saw Fadhil come along.

"The baby's still in the car."

"Tuh, right. So just bird." Za snorted in annoyance.

One of the things that makes her not like her husband with a new hobby or maybe even his old hobby. In addition to the house will smell of animal feces, Fadhil will certainly more often ignore it for the sake of his pets. Za had often heard his mother Alya nagging Mr. Ramli if he was struggling with his birds. And he didn't want that to happen to Fadhil.

The sound of birds chirping and whistling sounds were heard alternately. Za came to the front of the house and saw her husband fishing for birds in the cage to chirp.

"Is that really just Mr Ramli?" ask Za. Because he still remembers if it was his father's favorite bird Alya who had wanted to be sold by Bu Ramli because of wrath.

"Have you heard me say no, anyway?" cecar Za was annoyed that Fadhil ignored him.

"Yes, listen," said Fadhil as he continued to train the birds to continue chirping.

"Continue what? What did you buy?"

"Dikasi, Darling. You don't believe that, do you?"

"Yes because I know it's Mr. Ramli's favorite bird. Where might be given away."

"Either that. This bird wants to be released with Alya's mother if it is not sold. That is why it is given to Mas. Let Alya's mother not fuss," explained Fadhil.

"Tuh, right. You are so weird, Mom. Mrs Ramli just fussed over this. Well, what's the Mas? Bring the bird here. Want to be moved here noisily?"

Fadhil took a long breath. He left the bird cage inside the house. If it continues to be served, a commotion is impossible to avoid. Za will keep nagging.

"Instead of the storm come the bird's toy Mas only!" fadhil said when he found out Za was following him.

Za clicked his tongue. He opened the refrigerator to pick up the vegetables he would cook. But seeing the abundant vegetable stock he actually made him confused about what to cook.

"What would you eat?" ask the husband who was sipping water.

"Bikin pasta only" said Fadhil.

And that made Za give up. He couldn't make a good pasta sauce like Fadhil's.

"Here let Mas cook. You sit sweet. While watching drakor can also."

Za's smile curved up instantly. "Thank you, Mum." A kiss landed on Fadhil's cheek.