The Bujang Lapuk
45. Deceived

Za looked at the edge of the bed. After asking her mother about the results of the examination that suddenly disappeared from her bag. And it turns out that file wasn't left there either. He still remembers if he hasn't taken it out of the bag. Where did the paper disappear to? Is it possible that Fadhil took it?

Za was worried about that possibility. Not to hide it. But she was waiting for the right time to tell her husband. Then what if it turns out Fadhil has known by himself.

"Thinking something?"

Za gasped at her husband's question. Unusual gurgles that Fadhil may have caught. Za is not the type of person who can hide his feelings. Sad, happy, restless all can be guessed from the look on his face.

"No. I'm just worried about Safira" he said.

"What else is it? Didn't the doctor tell you he just needed a break?"

"Hm. But still worried." Za wasn't entirely lying. Because Sapphira had been checked by a doctor but she had trouble swallowing the medicine.

"She doesn't want to eat from morning" he continued.

Fadhil put the phone in his hand. Then he got out of bed to go to the kitchen. Since Sapphira was a child, they have lived in one house. So that he knows how to treat his nephew if he is sick. As children and grandchildren of the family, do not be asked how the efficacy of Safira. Because all the residents of the house who always treat it with special.

Fadhil knocked on the door before entering Safira's room. Things that always do when Sapphira was growing up to maintain the privacy of his nephew.

"What do you want to eat, Fir?" ask Fadhil while dropping himself on the edge of the bed.

"Do nothing" said Safira lethargic.

"Porridge, huh?"

"No. Not good to eat "

"Must eat."

Fadhil left Safira's room. He took vegetables from the refrigerator to make manado porridge. Letting Safira who is not appetizing is certainly not good. After all, the porridge he will make is often their breakfast menu first. And Safira loved it even from childhood.

"You want to cook, Mas?" ask Za who followed to the kitchen.

"Yes. Make porridge who knows Sapphira wants to eat."

Za watched Fadhil prepare the food. New recipes that have never been tried.

"Where can cooking skills come from? All the menus can be."

Fadhil chuckles. "Can be learned. If there is a wish, it can."

"But it doesn't taste good. The proof is me, the recipe is exactly the same as what Mas taught. But why does it feel different?"

"Yes, maybe next time the cook should use a more sincere heart."

"Geez, I'm so sincere, Mom," said Za a little annoyed.

"Yes, I believe it. Maybe just need to be honed again. Don't pout so, dong."

Za rolled his eyes as Fadhil lowered his cheeks. She chose to sit while observing her husband's hand gestures instead of helping with cooking. Because knowing will just ruin everything.

"I'm so grateful to know you have a husband like you, Mom."

Again, Fadhil laughed softly at Za's praise. "Is that an expression of regret for having rejected Mas's proposal?"

"It seems so," replied Za. "I don't know how if you refused to marry Mas. Is there a man who would accept me who can't do anything about this. Even just happy husband as a form of thank you can not," he continued which actually ended up sounding sad.

"Who said? Mas is happy to be with you" said Fadhil while preparing a pot for cooking.

"But I'm not sure Mas can be happy with this situation."

Fadhil thinned out hearing Za sounding soft. "The key is to be happy, to be grateful, Deck."

A soothing sounding speech. But not for Za. Her inner being continued to be egged on by guilt for not being able to realize her husband's wishes. It is what can complement the happiness of a family in addition to the babbling of their children.

"The cooking is over, isn't it, Mas? I want to."

"Yes. This cooks for three."

The sound of the bell distracts Za from the figure of her husband, who even in front of the stove with the apron still looks dashing. He got down from the bar stool and dragged his steps forward.

As she opened the door, Lany was seen standing in front of the door carrying a handbag and some souvenirs. It looks bothered because in his hand there is a paper bag and also a fruit parcel.

"Please enter!" Za shifts her body giving way for Lany to get inside the house. The woman was just waltzing because being in the house was certainly not a stranger to him. Za followed after closing the door.

Ungainly, Lany picked up the plate after greeting Fadhil for a moment. The one who was called only cleared up in response.

Lany took out the chocolate pudding box she was carrying. Take a piece and then put it in a plate.

"Safira in the room?" ask her to Za who is sitting at the dining table. Za also confirmed.

"Kok he can tell Sapphira's sick?" ask Fadhil after Lany leaves them.

"I know" replied Za.

"You?!" ask Fadhil again more astonished. Za never saved Lany's contact number. Even his wife did not like Lany from the beginning. But how can Za contact Lany to tell if Safira is sick?

"Lany is Safira's mother. Whatever money happens with Safira he must know. We can take full care of Sapphira, but don't rule out if she still has a mother."

The sound of screaming from Safira's room made the two look at each other. Sapphira's voice was so tight in the sound of broken objects. Fadhil put down the pot he was holding and rushed to Safira's room.

"I don't want to have a mom like you!" shouts Safira.

"Mama's sorry. Mama broke up with Om Arman."

"Decided that he was run over by his wife, "right?! Try it?"

"Fir, Mama really does not know that he still has a wife" said Lany quietly.

"Bullshit!"

"Lan, you get out first!" sela Fadhil because Safira is not being able to talk well. His relationship with his mother deteriorated.

Lany got out of Sapphira's bed. Step lethargic and throw yourself on the sofa of the living room. The arrogance that has always been attached is lost to nowhere. Lany was silent while glaring.

"Is there a problem with Safira?" fadhil asked after he sat down in front of Lany.

Lany's rough breathing sounded. "I knew Lany as someone who was close to me for a few months. But... turns out he still has a wife," said Lany Lirih.

"You're sloppy. Why not investigate first."

Lany was silent for a moment. Only his breathing was heard again.

"Can you help me, Dhil?" tanyanya.

"What help?" reply Fadhil flat.

"Take the car I gave him."

"You mean give him the car?" tanya Fadhil. Lany nodded too.

"Geez!" mummified Fadhil.

"Can you, Dhil? I can't report this to the police. All in his name. Ask your friend to help. I'll take responsibility later," Lany said expectantly. Because he knows some friends of Fadhil who can help clear up his problem for shortcuts.

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. Staring at Lany whose face looked lethargic.

"Dhil! Can, right? I used half of my savings to buy that car," urged Lany with the glass in her eyes that was about to break. It looks like his regret.

"Yes!" answer Fadhil. "Why are you being a fool, anyway?!" he sounds annoyed again.

"Yes I think he's serious about being known to his parents."

"Stupid!" maki Fadhil again while moving from in front of Lany. "Send the same photo of her data," he continued.

He went back to the kitchen to get the job done. At the dining table, he stared at Za who was sitting staring at him who was walking towards the kitchen. All his talk with Lany was certainly heard by Za. Not wanting to make his wife misunderstand Fadhil thinning his lips while whispering. "Mas did all this out of pity."