The Bujang Lapuk
Cousin Arrival

The sound of greetings is heard when Za is cleaning the dust attached to the utensils in the living room. Activities that Za always does when she is on a teaching holiday.

Za hurried to open the door. He smiled stiffly as he saw a tall, sturdy man standing in front of him. His face was covered in a mask so he could not recognize the person who seemed to be throwing a smile at him. And the Za reaction remains flat like a living room window glass.

"How's my beautiful sister doing?"

Hearing the mask's obstructed voice, Za throws her eyes. Since seeing her eyes, Kirana had guessed that the man carrying the backpack was Bian. But his body that looks better than two years ago when Bian last came home, Za was a little hesitant.

"Not told to come in, is it?" as for that man.

"Just in, Mas. Kayak at whose house," said Za gave way to her cousin's sister.

He also went to the kitchen. Make a drink for Bian who came all the way from Samarinda.

"Said Mom, Mas's coming home tomorrow," Za said as she picked up a glass from the dish shelf.

"Not so. I miss you already," said Bian while pulling a chair.

"God! You're Kang Gombal."

Bian also chuckled. He received Za's sweet iced tea. And the big glass was empty for a moment.

"Yes my. Bian didn't drink how many days, anyway?"

"Your tea is second to none Za. Again, dong!" Bian tapped the empty glass.

"Mode!" Za took the empty glass and made some sweet iced tea once again.

Bian does like to joke, often combing on Za. Maybe because no woman can be regained.

Eka Biantara, a handsome 29-year-old man who is still reluctant to establish a serious relationship with women. Although it has wandered far from home, but when returning home the status is still single.

Since her mother died, Za's house has become her goal when she returns home. His parents' house is in the village next door. But Bian left it empty and every week twice cleaned by his man.

He was already considered his own son in Za's house. Because of the blood relationship is still very thick. Bian's mother and Za's mother were only two brothers. So there were no other close relatives besides the Za family.

"Where are Paklek going, Za?" bian asked, looking at the house since then was only filled with the babble of the two of them.

"Condition to Daddy's office mate. I am coming home soon. Bian take a break. The room just cleaned up."

"That's your share, Za. Thank you, yes." Bian's sweet smile curved.

"Hm. Where's souvenirs?"

Bian patted his forehead. Let alone. Just bring her clothes.

"Sorrys. Not bring. I'll treat you later," he said.

"Really, you know!"

"Yes. When the hell did I lie to you, Za. Tell me to come home tomorrow I'll take a day forward. For what sake try if not for the sake of Zahidah the most cheriwis," said the man as he moved from the chair. He rushed into the room as Za was already preparing to throw the tissue box at him.

Bian came out again with another appearance. Singlet with shorts and a towel draped over his shoulder. Za could hardly believe that the body that used to be flattened now looked a little muscular. Darling is already a cousin.

"No cooking, Za?" asked Bian who saw the dining table since it was empty to jump.

"No. Mom and Dad, I was told to buy my own food. Mubadzir when he cooks he says."

While waiting for Bian to take a shower, Za prepared. He changed his clothes with trousers and a blouse. Also polishing her face a little so as not to contrast if walking with Bian whose good looks were out of nowhere she refilled.

"No need for a lipstick that's why, Za!" bian protested to see a nude-colored lipstick stuck to Za's lips.

"Little, Mas. Don't be shy about walking with you."

Bian shook his head as he let out a slow breath. Basic women, already beautiful from there alone are still not confident. Must polish the face when out of the house even though it is just a smear of lip dye and blotchy blush.

Za was really surprised by her cousin. As if he was not tired after a long trip, he was willing to queue with other buyers. Because it is impossible to hope that the viral noodle shop is empty of visitors. Every day the queue snaked. And the kind-hearted Bian would not let his sister stand in line.

Two dishes of spicy noodles were presented in front of them after a long struggle. Za still added one more spoon of sambal because he was a very spicy food lover.

"Well!" Za shook his hands in front of his mouth due to the spiciness.

Bian shifted the warm orange water he ordered. Za sipped at it bit by bit. It felt like it was burning as his mouth felt an unusually spicy splash of warm water. But a moment later the spicy taste was reduced.

Bian's nagging is inevitable. The man had already reminded Za not to add too much sambal.

"Mas Bian long ago looked like Mom," Kirana said as she rubbed her nose.

"What looks like?"

"His chattering," Za replied and then she chuckled.

"Haish! You are if you say you are not angry. Stomach pain just knew the taste."

Za ignored Bian's rant. He was again busy with a plate in front of him that remained a little content.

Finished finishing the noodles, Bian did not take her home. Stop by one of the nearest malls. Za did not refuse even though she was now reluctant to spend time walking in the mall aimlessly. The times he just wanted to accompany Bian who he said needed to find something.

"Come on! I haven't been in a long time either." he said.

"Then anyway? Didn't you hang out a lot?" valas Bian holding out his helmet.

"Lazy. I don't have any friends" I'm Za because her friends hanging out in college used to be married and busy with her family.

"Eat him find a friend, Za. Let's not be alone continue. Find your friends," joked Bian.

"Not to look for it later also meet when it's time."

Bian chuckles. "Great as hell you. Even if our soul mate already exists, but it is still cultivated, Za."

"Tuh right, Mas Bian really ketangsangan Mother is the same Father. Alone, it is still single. Rake the marriage man."

Bian laughed off. Even some people who were in the parking lot turned their attention to them. To Bian means. Because they are ciwi-ciwi abg which of course will be fascinated to see Bian's face.

Arriving at the mall they went up to the second floor. I don't know where Bian's going. Za aligns the steps with Bian following wherever his cousin's foot is.

Benak Za suddenly asked questions when Bian invited him into a jewelry store. Look around for rings installed in the storefront. Even Bian measured Za's finger for a ring he was going to buy.

"Za, help pickyin good," the man said without distracting himself from some examples of ring models shown by the shop clerk.

"All good, Mas" said Za without any intention of choosing one. His heart became alarmed, his mind was suddenly confused. Maybe his mom and dad talked about the match with Bian.