The Bujang Lapuk
Safira Sick

"August, Mom!"

Hanna was shocked when she got a kiss on her cheek from Sapphira. The girl completely changed her call for Za. Mommy, Za doesn't mind Safira calling her that even though their age is only a few years apart. He used to teach high school kids.

"Morning. Already better?"

"It's still a little dizzy." Sapphira who was wearing a thick sweater put her head on the dining table.

"Mama met at the cafe all night" Safira half muttered.

Za who was stirring coffee for Fadhil was stunned for a while. During this time, despite having lived together for more than two months, Za never felt that close to Safira until it was used as a place to confide. The girl was too secretive especially when it came to her mother.

"Then?" sahut Za responded to Safira's remarks.

"He knows me as a guy."

It was like a surprise for Za. Because Lany is finally willing to open her heart to other men. Like Fadhil said. There will be a man who can definitely touch Lany's heart.

"Would you marry me?"

Safira raised her head while smiling wryly. "How to get married if the guy turns out to have a wife. Even his wife came to hit Mama. Just make it ashamed. No other guy is single. Where in the cafe last night many friends Safira again hanging out again. Wanna put where my face is if I see them tomorrow. I must have bullied the son of the actor. The older the behavior is no good," Safira grumbled with annoyance.

"Shhh! Fira, can't say that. She is your mother, after all. Who's been betting lives to make you exist in this world."

"Safira knows. But for what Safira was born if Mama herself never expected it. Mommy's parents certainly do not oernha say that they never want Mommy born into this world. Safira hurt Mama said that."

Za speechless. Behind Sapphira's often silent nature, it turns out that she harbors wounds by the person who gave birth to her. Far from the life of Za who got the full abundance of affection from both parents.

The wiggly hand rubbed the original pierced hair gently. His gaze was pitying to see Sapphira who was now shedding tears.

"Why did Safira have to have a mother like her? Why not like Mommy who is willing to leave work for the sake of family? Even when you're sick, you don't care."

Za felt the same tightness that Safira might currently feel. He closed the chair so he could hug Sapphira. The girl's shoulders were shaken along with her sobs.

"I didn't want Om Fadhil to get married. For fear that Sapphira would lose everything. No one else will love Sapphira," said the girl with stammering and raucous.

"Thank you because Mommy didn't take Om Fadhil completely."

Za nodded slowly. "Already, yeah. Don't mind too much. You're sick again, the longer you'll heal." Za appealed to Safira who was still sobbing.

"Drink the milk first. After breakfast we go to the doctor. Your body is still very hot, "persuade Za again.

Sapphira refused. His tongue was bitter to taste all kinds of food.

Because Teelau was worried about Sapphira whose fever did not go down, Za went up following Fadhil who since dawn atdi was still silent in the room.

"Mas, you don't want breakfast first? Work will be later. Sapphira high fever. We're taking him to the doctor, okay?"

"What's wrong? He was sick from last night. Just the one who doesn't care about him," Za cerocos while opening the closet to pick up a dress instead.

"The other one's worried about his daughter."

Za was talking to Fadhil. "It's not time to joke, Mom. It's DB season again. Don't you worry that Safira is infected?"

"Yes, Mommy. Daddy is ready! Just leaving." Fadhil showed his appearance wearing a t-shirt and shorts. It's not too bad to just take you to the hospital.

"What the hell, Mas. You keep joking, huh. Safira again kesakotan tuh. Just raise his head he's heavy. Get down there! I made coffee with bread on the table."

Soon Za replaced her negligee with long pants and a loose blouse then put on the hijab after polishing her thin face.

Za grabbed his bag and went back down to meet Safira who was now on the sofa. Seeing that Safira was wearing only shorts, Za picked up the trousers and also the hood of the shirt from the bedroom.

"Dizziness, huh?" za asked grimacingly looking at Safira just silently as Za coated her shorts with trousers.

"Street strong, right? If not strong here Daddy fat."

Za chuckled at Fadhil's joking song. While Safira gave a smile even while enduring the pain in his head.

Fadhil actually carried Safira on his back. Because Sapphira said there was no strong road until the front.

"Remember when you were SD, yeah, Fir. Every day carried like this if you want to go to school," said Fadhil. Safira just cleared his throat.

"She said she wanted to get married, how is she still spoiled?" goda Fadhil again while lowering Safira to the back seat of his car.

"Emang yes? Is there a candidate?" timpal Za's.

"What, anyway? Safira's busy. No time to find a guy," said Safira while shifting his body.

"Later Mommy met a guy. Oppa Korea's kayak gang," Za replies as she climbs into the front seat.

Fadhil who heard that also wanted to know. "Who is handsome?" she asked in a dislike tone Za praised the other man.

"There, deh," Za answered making a riddle. "Later if Mommy gets well, you know her, Fir. Auto click for sure."

"Safira still wants to go to school! S2, S3. Marry later if you are ready to have children. Don't want to be like a young married mom but don't want the same responsibility of a born child." Sapphira's reply made the two people in front of her shut up for a moment.

"Who said yesterday that he wanted to marry young?" chirps Fadhil thawed a stiff atmosphere for a moment.

"Not so. Afraid that it can not be happy like Om Fadhil and Mommy Za," said Safira.

"Yes, just focus on your college. If you don't want to get married. Because getting married is not as beautiful as imagined." Za who has experience of being chased by deadlines married by her parents certainly understands Safira's feelings.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Za changes at the registration desk while Fadhil accompanies Safira in a row of waiting chairs. The queue is long enough that Za has to be a little patient until it is her turn. When he picked up the wallet, Za felt that something was missing from inside his bag. He researched once more and the thing was not found.