The Bujang Lapuk
The Baby Fatma

Za looked at the tiny baby in Mr. Irsyad's arms. Beautiful, her hair is thick. The hallmark of her husband's family is straight-haired and dark black.

The presence of the baby named Aruma seemed to give untold happiness. Mr. Irsyad's two grown children are all boys. Aruma's baby will certainly perfect the family's happiness.

Za was suddenly discouraged, why did the same happiness refuse to approach her.

"Can it be a sling, Om?" asked Za who had wanted so badly to hold the baby.

"Love you, Pi. Let's diompoline. Who knows how to nular quickly." Fatma, who was lying in bed.

Za awkwardly took baby Aruma from Mr. Irsyad's sling. Although never experienced to have a baby, but Za looks flexible holding.

"That's really panting, Za." said Fatma.

Za just smiled faintly in response. "Wish ya, Ma'am," he said. His gaze then leads to Fadhil who turns out to be watching him.

"Do you want to go to the promil? I have an experienced doctor friend. Who knows, ' said Mr. Irsyad.

"Later, Om. We were married for 4 months. Za is young too. His productive age is still long" said Fadhil.

Za just smiled. He was not productive at the age of 25.

"Za is young. But you don't remember your age?"

Fadhil chuckles softly. "Om still having a baby."

Mr. Irsyad sighed softly. "As far as you are. He was told to marry and answer later. Have a child later."

Meanwhile, Za, he did not participate in the conversation of the two men. He was busy cradling baby Aruma while occasionally talking to Fatma. Apparently Fatma suffered premature rupture of membranes. The baby had to be delivered by caesarean section. His weight was enough even though his age was not yet the time to be born.

A few moments later the baby whined. Then cry loudly.

"Why is this, Ma'am?" ask Za to panic. "Well, wet. Bed him up." Za laughed as she felt a wet cloth diaper go through her clothes.

"Well, it's actually a diompoline. Not a little bit more have a baby grandpa," joked Fatma. But Za still guarantees. But Fatma's words sound absurd. Because he was very hopeful. The fact is that it is far from possible.

Za put baby Aruma into the box. Then replace the wet diaper with a clean diaper after cleaning Aruma with a wet wipes.

Having to leave the baby that captivated her heart felt heavy for Za. But it was night and Fadhil took her home. If possible, she wants to take Aruma with her to go home with her. But the baby must drink breast milk and of course Fatma does not allow it.

"Why?" ask Fadhil for being quiet as long as they're on their way home.

"Nothing. Just not willing to split with Aruma. Very beautiful son. Funny," said Za feeling anxious herself.

Fadhil thinned his lips. "All babies are funny. But if Aruma is beautiful, it is already from the seed."

"Being bragging about yourself apparently?" sindir Za's. Because in addition to Fatma who is beautiful, the Fadhil family as a superior seed. During his wedding Za can see how the faces of the Fadhil family even attract the attention of other guests.

"Not bragging. Just speak as they are" said Fadhil.

"Yes, yeah. The most beautiful in the world." Za's praise made Fadhil laugh.

"Mas!" call Za suddenly.

"Hmm" said Fadhil.

"If our Aruma's taking care of us can't, huh?"

"It can't be. Irsyad has long wanted to have a daughter. Safira used to want to be treated with him but Mama can't. Now he has a daughter to be loved. Moreover, his brothers are grown."

"Mas, if Mas has a child wants a boy or a girl?"

Fadhil. "Kok Mas who has children? We, Za," protested Fadhil.

"Yes. We mean," ralat Za. Though the question might just be nonsense.

"May men. Women are also not a problem" said Fadhil resigned. "Twin 4 is also possible. Let's get her pregnant."

Za sloughed. Fadhil's request is not. Not even one is certainly loved.

"Keep why did not want to follow the advice of Om Irsyad earlier?" ask Za again. Even though in his heart he was worried. If they see a doctor, it will be found out who is in trouble. She doesn't have enough guts to reveal everything to Fadhil.

"Later when it's time, ' said Fadhil casually.

Later, the uncertain when. It can be fast, it can be long. Za was trying to manage the time, preparing to tell Fadhil about his situation. He just couldn't if later Fadhil would be disappointed and throw it away.

"You want to sleep in the car?" The question made Za gasp. I don't know when they got home. Yang Za knew, when the car had stopped in the garage. In front of them, it looked as if Safira had just returned home.

Za rushed down following Fadhil who had already descended first.

"Tumben's done, Fir?" ask Za to Safira. Because his nephew would come home at eleven o'clock every day.

"So the return permit. A bit dizzy head," replied Safira who did look lethargic.

Za pressed his tanned back against Sapphira's forehead.

"Fever?" tanyakanya. "Let's go in. No need to shower at night. You love a cold shower at night."

Za took Safira's hand into the house. Safira even splashed himself on the sofa because it was not strong enough to resist dizziness.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Za again.

"Yet. But already buy food," said Safira pointed to the plastic bag he carried.

Za took a glass and filled it with tea bags and a little sugar.then brewed it with hot water. Then bring it to Sapphira.

"Drink warm water first!" Za helped straighten Safira's back. Too preoccupied with her own affairs, Za has often neglected Safira lately. Because the child even though he was an adult but the same as himself who often neglected to eat. Moreover, there are many college assignments and Safira is still desperate to work.

"From tomorrow your aunt won't let you work. Later Aunt says the same Om Fadhil to increase your pocket money if it is still lacking."

"No less, Tan. Safira just wants to learn independently."

"And finally you have to get sick like this?"

Sapphira who was not strong enough to support her body actually hugged Za instantly. Even the glass in Za's hand was about to spill.

"Thanks, Mom!"

Za doesn't know what to answer. Heard Sapphira's words and a moment later his shirt was wet.

"The water? You...why?"

Safira. "Just want to hug."

Za put the glass on the table. His hands stretched out in return for Sapphira's embrace. She knew, Sapphira had been hungry for a mother's affection all along. Let him replace that role for Sapphira. Being a mother to her nephew. Za will prune the barriers that might have been limiting them all along.