The Bujang Lapuk
Lany Change?

Lany cleaned the broken dishes in Safira's room because there was no Min Ma'am to tell her. Asking Za for help is definitely not allowed by Fadhil. Although in Sapphira's room she had to be silenced by her son. And shown with the treatment of Za who was feeding porridge to Sapphira. He should have done all of that. But time cannot be rotated. The mistake is too big. Ignoring Sapphira since childhood and choosing to be busy with his own world. He was hated by his own son.

"Mom, Mom." The call pinched Lany's inner. Even Sapphira called Za Mommy without being awkward.

"Drink the cure, huh?" persuade Za after Sapphira to drink water.

"Bitter," Safira replied in a whining tone.

"The name is also medicine. If it is sweet, then candy. Try it first or want to be crushed?"

Za's gentle treatment made Lany unable to stand the lingering inside Safira's room. He swept the floor immediately. Then out of the room was carrying a trash of broken plates.

Lany just put the trash behind the house. Waiting for the house's ART tomorrow that will surely throw it away.

A glass of cold water was taken from the refrigerator. To flush his dry throat since. Because no drinking was intentionally provided for him. Although everyone thought Lany was annoying, the woman was still considered part of the family because of her attachment to Sapphira.

"Later tonight I'll stay here, huh, Dhil?" he put a glass on the dining table.

Fadhil berdehem's. "Originally know yourself" he said later.

"What did I do in this house until you said I didn't know myself?"

"much. Including not keeping the feelings of the other residents of the house."

Lany of course captures the meaning of Fadhil's answer. But he refused to continue that discussion. He is in need of Fadhil's help to clear up his problem so it would be better not to make trouble with his ex-lover.

"The data you sent is correct. Rudi can't trace. The address you sent was not his address." Fadhil said as he stared at his phone screen.

"Really, really. That's her parents' address. I've been there too."

"But the house is empty. Nor does anyone know Arman's name in that village."

Lany took a rough breath. Didn't expect that he would be tricked to that extent.

"You know how long, anyway? Until it's so trusting?"

"Know it was a few months ago. Taoi's close is only two months. I'm tired of thinking about you. I'm trying to distract from you. Not even this way," said Lany without hesitation.

Fadhil shook his head in wonder. "Your tinsel is not getting stale."

An upset came out of Lany's lips. "Yes, I'm stupid, you idiot. But don't keep repeating. I'm just asking for your help. Not to be ditolol-tololin."

"Just the same. You're the idiot I'm the one who's got to go on a tussle."

"If you get the car later for you I will, Dhil. But I really don't want that con man to make."

"I don't need that car!" sahut Fadhil firmly.

Lany. But at least Fadhil still wants to help him. And he knows that Fadhil never does anything half-way. Even within a few hours Rudi, Fadhil's friend money also known by Lany has acted. Even though the results were not as expected.

"Not in his office. Not long resigned he said," explained Fadhil again.

"What happened, dong?" ask Lany in frustration.

Fadhil also raised his shoulders. "Where do I know!'

"I'm serious, Dhil. You're mengeselin, deh!"

"Just wait for the results. Don't whine. My wife will hear that she misunderstood me." Fadhil got out of his chair. Coinciding with Za who just came out of Safira's room. Carrying a porridge bowl and a glass of water.

"Last porridge?" ask him to Za.

"No. Just want a little meaning. He took medicine and went to sleep."

"Here let Mas take him to the kitchen," Fadhil asked for a bowl and a glass in Za's hand. But Za refused.

"What, anyway, Mas? Dead your style? I can only wash the bowl with a glass" said Za in a low voice. Because Lany's been watching them.

He also brought the dirty bowl and glass to the kitchen. Passing Lany who uttered an unexpected sentence.

"Thank you, Za."

Za nodded while pulling both corners of her lips. Lany's attitude is sometimes difficult to guess. At the beginning of their meeting Lany was so friendly, but gradually his friendly attitude turned out to save a purpose.

"No pudding, Za?"

"Later, Ma'am." said Lany.

"OKs. I put the fridge in, huh?" said Lany who was replied to a nod of the head by Za.

"Later to cook, Za," the woman continued.

"Yes. The ingredients just take it in the fridge." Za replied and then she went up to the room. He didn't want to bother Lany about what to cook. Because he too was lazy to go down to the kitchen. Lany can already be in that house. Even longer than him. Lany certainly has more memorized the location of kitchen furniture storage so it does not need to be shown.

Za threw his body beside Fadhil. His mind again recalled about the file that vanished from inside his bag. He glanced at Fadhil. The only person suspected of taking it. But how did he start asking? If it turns out that Fadhil did not take it, surely her husband was asking her all kinds of questions.

Za breathed out slowly. Then he poured himself into his mind that was not good. Ignoring Fadhil who has been busy with his cell phone since. As if not bothered by the existence of Za. For business especially if it is not related to the fraud experienced by Lany.

"Dad?" call Fadhil a few moments later. Za bergeming's.

"You angry?' tanyanya.

"Anged for what?"

"Because I helped Lany?"

"No. Why get angry if you only want to help. And would totally reject that car, if only it could come back and be given to you." Za's words that sounded resolute made Fadhil smile. Za is unique when you are jealous.

"No will. I really just want to help him."

"Must you?"

"Lany doesn't have a family anymore, Dek. His parents did not exist. He's an only child. And it will not be possible to overcome this problem alone."

"So you touched her heart to help?" sambar Za's.

Fadhil breathed a rough sigh. "If you object Mas will stop," he said as he put his phone on the nightstand.

"As far as you are" said Za.

"As far as women's dictionaries artimya don't, do you?"

"No. I don't use that dictionary. Just follow your heart. I know your human spirit is very high. Too bad that I forbid you from helping people?"

The situation is not conducive to discussion. Fadhil pulled the pillow he used to lean on. Then he threw himself beside his wife.

"Sorry," he said.