The Bujang Lapuk
The Road with Bian

Za waited for Bian to choose a ring while looking through the jewelry on display in the storefront. An interested look at a beautiful necklace made of white gold material. She is the type of woman who does not like to wear jewelry. Her ears, neck and hands were clean without a single piece of jewelry sticking to one. Some of the valuable things that his mother bought he just put it in the closet without intending to wear it. In a box that's still intact from his shop.

But the necklace somehow caught Za's attention. He only looked in awe at the simple necklace but it looked elegant when worn.

Za began to second-guess the price of the necklace. How many months does it take to buy with your own money? Maybe years. And Za must be willing not to buy skin care and other items such as clothes if you want to save to buy the necklace.

"If you like to take it, Za." A sudden Bian's voice was already standing behind Za.

Za is clucking. "Take me yelled at by that thief?"

Bian laughing. "Likes?" ask the man later.

"Like. Which woman does not like jewelry, Mas," said Za.

"Mom! All of these, yes!" bian said to the jeweler who had served him.

"Mas! It's expensive, you know!" Za felt bad for Bian. If you buy food, you can. But if the jewelry that costs millions, just stop Za hesitating.

"Say you like."

"Yes. But it's …."

Bian didn't care about Za's tone of protest. He went to the cashier to complete the transaction and received the item he had bought. A jewelry box had moved into Za's hands. And Za has no power to refuse. She fell in love when she first saw the beautiful necklace that was now completely hers.

"Thank you, Mum." Za smiled broadly.

"Either. Go straight home or where?" ask Bian.

"Buy a drink, Mas."

"OKs. Another viral iced tea?"

"No! Nope! Mas Bian if the excess money transfer only to my account," replied Za refused Bian buy ice tea that costs exorbitant for the size of such drinks.

Bian has always been like that. Never be stingy with his cousin's sister. If he comes home, he'll take Za by the road. Not just the road. Because the house will definitely bring about a shopping bag. Buying Za clothes or shoes will not feel for the men who work in the mine.

They also headed to the booth that sold iced tea. Za lined up behind two buyers. The posture of the man in line at the front seems to be familiar Za. High straight with straight and thick hair. Even the fragrance just a few hours ago greeted him. A hooded girl wearing loose trousers and a sweater was seen standing right in front of Za. Not wrong again, when the man turned over, the two faced each other even if only a few seconds because Za immediately turned his eyes. This world is so narrow it turns out. Of the many malls scattered, why should also be met in the same mall.

"Dec? Here too?" sapana.

"Yes, Mas. Fadhil's taking another walk?"

"There is a need" he replied Fadhil asserted if he was not just a walk in the mall. "Only?" ask again.

"Eng …. Same with Bian." Za pointed at the man next to her.

"Oohs. Then I'll go first!" fadhil said after staring at Bian for a moment while nodding his head.

"Come, Om! Scribbles! Hunt the tickets down!" The young girl pulls Fadhil's arm without caring about Za and Bian. Fadhil nodded politely at the two before his hand was again pulled by the girl who called him Om.

Za reflex followed the direction of the departure of the two people. The girl was seen holding Fadhil's arm without hesitation. They're heading towards the elevator. Probably gonna watch upstairs because the girl mentioned running out of tickets.

"Who, Za?" Bian asked after Fadhil and the girl were nowhere to be seen from their sight.

"Nobody! Just friends." The answer came out of Za's mouth.

"Nobody, but his face looks at them."

"What's so funny, Mom?" ask Za annoyed.

"You." said Bian then he ordered two cups of iced tea.

Za immediately took Bian out of the shopping center after their order was completed. He is reluctant if he has to cross paths again with a couple of different ages that make him sultry. So Bian is not wrong if Za's face turns sour when meeting Fadhil earlier. Not jealous because he had nothing to do with Fadhil. It's just that Za feels Fadhil as if he just wants to play him. The man proposed to her while she was also in a relationship with another younger woman. Oh, or maybe Fadhil is a …

"Za!"

Za flinched as her hand was suddenly pulled by Bian. They aim to go home. But Za stepped on the stairs.

"What are you daydreaming about, Za?" bian's question made Za have trouble answering.

"No-no, Mom. I forgot I haven't done a test for the kids tomorrow."

Za's lies will never be perfect in front of Bian. Although the man did not refute or nod in confidence. Bian just invites Za to go to the motorcycle parking lot.

Even along the way, Bian still did not rebuke Za for her silence. The motor continues to run calmly in conjunction with other vehicles.

Bian just asked as they passed by her mother's favorite martabak seller Za. He stopped the bike and turned back over the shoulder of the road.

"What are you doing, Mom? Mother is running out of shape. Most there are also eating full.

"No papa. Who knows if Bulek still wants to eat."

How not to be a favorite, as good as Bian to his mother's sister. The one who had been considered his own mother ever since he was a kara. Za's parents she considers a substitute for her parents.

Bian ordered a sweet martabak of cheese and an egg martabak. All specials, according to the price listed in the price list. Because the martabak seller did give abundant stuffing. Not Za's taste, because she doesn't like being too sweet. Including Fadhil, ups!

Two martabak boxes hung Bian on Za's matic motor. They continue to return to Za's house in a simple residential complex that has been inhabited since Za was a baby.

"Astaghfirullah'alladzim's chat. Your mother's phone nobody's picked up." Mother greeted them with an anxious face.

"Not listening, Mom. In-silent," said Za. Because since eating noodles earlier he did not open his phone. And so is Bian.

"How are you, Nang?"

"good. Healthy bulek?" Bian kissed the back of Rahma's hand.

"Alhamdulillah. Bulek thinks you're home tomorrow. But I saw the bag in your room. What's so sudden, to?"

"Yes. I'm missing."

"Sopo kangen?" Madam Rahma glanced at Za.

But Za went into the room. There was something more interesting than responding to his mother's words. Tried the necklace just bought by Bian.

Za smiled to himself staring at the jewelry that was coiled around his neck from the reflection of the glass.

"What a good necklace, Za. Bian bought?" Bu Rahma's voice sounded from the direction of the door that had forgotten Za closed.

Of course his mother's guess was right. Money from where he had to buy the necklace.

"That's better he's the same as you. Still got a reason to refuse?" Her mother's words were simply answered ****** slow breath by Za.