The Bujang Lapuk
Fadhil's anger

Fadhil came home late last night. I don't know where he's been since he got out of the room last afternoon. Za knew when the door to her room opened. But he pretended to sleep.

Until this morning, she did not dare to talk to her husband. Likewise with Fadhil who is still reluctant to open his mouth since waking up earlier. This made Za even more afraid of the figure of Fadhil who had always been warm. But because of his decision, which Fadhil said was not right, their relationship became frozen.

The aroma of fried rice wafted as Za went down to the kitchen to grab a drink. Fadhil is cooking. When having to cross paths in the kitchen, Za did not dare even just say hello. It turned out that Fadhil's cold demeanor was more than frightening.

"Mom, Om Safira is leaving, yes!" Sapphira's shrill voice broke that stiff atmosphere.

"Breakfast first, Fir! It's ready for the fried rice." said Fadhil.

"No chance, Om. Just bring the provisions." Safira took the lunchbox in the closet. And put it near the stove to fill the fried rice. Too bad to miss the fried rice made by his om.

The rice box was put in a bag. After greeting Fadhil and Za, Sapphira passed from the kitchen. Lately Safira seems very busy. Moreover, he still forced part-time work even though Za had already banned it. Every day the big house is quiet. Za will live alone with Ms. Min if because Fadhil will spend his time in the workshop or in the cafe.

"Mas!" With a feeling that still takur Za greeted Fadhil.

"Let's eat!" Fadhil brought two dishes of fried rice to the dining table.

Za followed Fadhil. His indifferent attitude made Za slightly pinched.

"Mas, I'm sorry if what I did yesterday was wrong" Za said as Fadhil remained silent. Not even he said Za. And instead busy with fried rice in front of him. Za, still plagued with guilt, only observes Fadhil eating. Without touching the plate. Even if their relationship is good, Fadhil will not eat before making sure Za eats.

His mistake in Fadhil's eyes seemed too great. Za even had to wait for Fadhil to talk to her.

"Open your mouth!" Fadhil thrust a spoonful of fried rice into Za's mouth.

But Za silenced him. All you want is an apology from Fadhil. Not another sentence spoken with a flat face.

Fadhil put the spoon back on Za's plate. There was no force as usual when Za was reluctant to fill her stomach.

"I just want you to talk to me. Not quiet like this. I can't be screwed like this. I'm sorry if I think I'm wrong. What more must Mas Fadhil forgive me?" The melt of the clear liquid was proof of Za's deepest regret.

"Mas just wants you to think Mas's a husband. Friends share everything with you. Glad you, sad you, whatever it is. I don't know why you're hiding everything yourself. Isn't that a problem we should be solving together? It's not like you're dragging someone else to finish it. I have known this problem for a long time. Do you feel your attitude has changed? Or are you sniffing at the idea that Mas wants to put another woman into our household?"

Za shook his head slowly. Fadhil's attention is getting more and more day by day. It's just that Za's time together is getting reduced because Fadhil is in the workshop all day. I only go home occasionally for lunch.

"Then what reason would make you decide such a ridiculous thing, Za? The fertility disorder you are experiencing is not the end of everything. You can still do therapy. Although less likely to get pregnant. You can live it first. I have consulted this to the doctor. We still have a way to get you pregnant. If in the end we will not be visited by a child, it is not a matter to be questioned. I just need you to accompany the rest of the age,"

Za grew sobbing hearing Fadhil's long words. The more she cursed her own stupidity because it turned out her husband had such a broad heart.

"Now tell me, who's the woman you said you'd be made your honeymoon?"

"M-Mbak Lany," said za while sobbing.

"Lany? You…." Fadhil again threw his breath away. "Oh, okay. Now I'm going to his house to marry him."

Fadhil gave a smile as he felt Za's embrace grow tighter. Failing to get out of the chair, Fadhil picks up his phone at the table. And find Lany's contact number. But it was taken by Za and put back on the table.

"Why taken? I'm gonna call him for a day off. You asked for honey's sister, didn't you?"

"Not so!"

Fadhil could no longer hold back his laughter. Za is still so childish. Fortunately, the woman was Lany, not anyone else.

"Next time think about it. Don't act stupid. Being told it hurts, Za. It hasn't happened yet that you've been stuck like this."

Za didn't say. He hugged Fadhil. I don't know, when she became the most unstable woman, she actually had a husband who had extraordinary patience.

"Let's eat first. It's bribe." Fadhil took out a piece of tissue to wipe away the tears that after Za's stuffing subsided.

"Do you want to cry again?" seductive Fadhil when Za was still silent and has since hidden his face. The shirt he wore had even been soaked by his wife's tears.