The Bujang Lapuk
Revealed

When he entered the yard with his motorbike, he saw Fadhil's car in front of the house. It turned out that Fadhil had come home sooner than expected. Za breezed into the house and saw her husband drinking water.

"Call you can't? Phone's dead?" tanya Fadhil sees Za following into the kitchen.

Za reached into his bag. Picked up the last thing he held just now while waiting for Lany. He did not check his cell phone battery.

"Yes, die" said Za. "Mas's been home from there?" tanyanya.

"Barusan" said Fadhil and he gulped water from his glass.

Za observed every inch of her husband's face. Imagine everything that is inherent in her husband will be divided with other women. Self, love, attention, all he has to share. There is a sense of unwillingness. But given that she cannot be the perfect wife for Fadhil, Za feels she must be self-aware.

The atmosphere of the house is always quiet. Like at the moment. It will definitely feel more alive when there is the sound of baby crying, or babbling of small children. Six months might be a short time. But Za was too frustrated. Every day he was always overwhelmed with fear. If Fadhil will eventually cheat on him after knowing the reality he experienced. That's why she was looking for a woman before Fadhil secretly searched for a woman who could give birth to her children.

"Why look at Mas like that, Za?"

Za gasp. "Eh! Naw. Very handsome today," replied Za origin while again snatching her bag lying on the dining table. Then I walked up to the room.

Fadhil followed Za and entered the room as his wife was opening the head covering. His hands coiled around his waist suddenly made Za squeak.

"Ngagetin, Mom!" said Za.

Fadhil chuckles. He hugged Za and leaned his chin on his wife's shoulder. The treatment that makes Za again shrouded in a sense of belonging and not willing to share. But soon it was removed. His decision was something that had been thought about for a long time. Which he carries in every hand up after his bow.

"Mas!" call Za while turning the body so that now they stand face to face.

"Hmm?"

"I want to ask you something, okay?"

"Can."

"As long as it is within the limits of the ability of the. What do you want to ask for?" ask Fadhil because all this time Za never asked for anything from him.

"I..ask for honey."

Fadhil chuckled again. "Why should I ask? Just take it in the closet. It's also you who buy" said Fadhil.

Za still put on a serious face even though Fadhil laughed at her. "Not the honey, Mas. But.adik honey married by Mas."

Fadhil's face suddenly stiffened. He looked down at Za's bead eyes. There is a dislike that is being tried to hide. "Don't ask for things you can't give, Za" she said coldly.

"I'd like. I want this house to be colored by children's laughter and crying. It's not the house that feels as quiet every day as it has been" Za replied.

"If it's time, everything will happen. But not my children with other women. I just want you to be the mother of my children."

Za's eyes glazed over. Feeling flattered by Fadhil's words, and also a sense of nelangsa because the speech may never materialize.

"We've been married for more than six months. And I haven't been able to fulfill Mas Fadhil's wishes. I've decided this a long time ago. I've also found a wife-to-be for Mas Fadhil" Za said, holding back the glass in his eyes so as not to break.

Fadhil's reaction made Za suddenly growl. The man let go of Za's embrace violently. His eyes stared intently and made Za look down in fear. She had never seen her husband act so scary.

"What the fuck are you, Za?!" The loud voice made Za shrivel.

Fadhil walked towards their wardrobe. Unlock the clothes and pick up something tucked between the folds of his clothes.

"Please find this in your bag!" he said he showed me the envelope that Za had been looking for. "This is what makes you ask for such a crazy thing? Can ya you hide this all from the husband and decide everything yourself? What do you think I am, Za? I don't understand your mind!"

Za stunned. Suddenly tongue. He didn't think Fadhil would be that angry. Clear points also slide on both cheeks. When he heard the sound of a door slam that led Fadhil out of the room.