The Bujang Lapuk
Neighbor Julid

"Mas didn't forget that we were invited to Alya's 7th monthly event?" Za approached Fadhil who was busy with his pet bird.

"Are you leaving?" ask Fadhil.

But Za was silent in the back porch seat. If before marriage he was always reluctant to come to his brother's wedding, now Za feels reluctant to come to events related to pregnancy or aqiqahan. Especially that event in his village. He had to mentally prepare in layers to dispel the questions that would surely touch him.

"If you don't want to come later, I'll tell Mom. Make a reasonable reason so that they do not misunderstand," said Fadhil as if able to guess the contents of Za's mind.

"No good with Mas Bian and his family Alya as well" said Za lethargic.

"If you come and it makes you uncomfortable, it's better not to come" Fadhil replied. Because if Za is stressed then the impact he will be the target of frustration. Given his wife's condition. As much as possible Fadhil makes his wife's mood is always good.

Za got up from the chair. It was getting late in the afternoon and he had to get ready soon because he would finally come to the lecture. If not given his proximity to Bian and Alya's family, of course Za would not have come to maintain his sanity.

"So off?" tanya Fadhil saw Za was wearing a robe and was preening in front of a mirror.

"So. Just set your face. The rest will be at Mother's house," said Za while rubbing her cheek with a blush. "Change clothes, Mas. That's what I prepared." Za pointed at the brown cocoa shirt lying on the bed.

They arrived late on purpose. To avoid interaction with many people. Especially neighbors who do not understand others. Za wasn't that strong to face the neighbor's mouth. Especially the more sensitive the day.

Arriving at Alya's house, the study event is almost over. Za slipped through the side door. Inside the house she felt safer and held on until the event was over.

Alya's pregnancy was really welcomed by her family. As the first grandchild whose presence is definitely awaited. In addition to the neighbors who came, many families also came to the event.

"Za, has it been since?" ask Alya's mother who just entered the house.

"Bullet, Bulek."

"Your husband?"

Za nodded. "Yes. Mas Fadhil in front."

When Alya's mother forces him to come forward, Za wants to refuse but long-deterred. So he followed his mother Alya and met some guests who had not come home. Including mother.

"Mbak Za?" greet the mothers from the next alley.

"Yes, Mom," said Za because she forgot what her mother's name was.

"How are you? Long time no see. More beautiful. Must be a smart husband to make a wife happy."

Za smiled awkwardly. Not wrong with his neighbor. Fadhil is very good at making Za feel comfortable.

"Eh, have you filled in yet?" asked the woman while rubbing Za's stomach.

"Thank God, not yet, ma'am." Za replied with a faint smile. Although his heart was in the fog.

"Don't be delayed for long, Ms. Za. It will be difficult to have children "

Za let out a sigh of relief as the person who invited her to speak finally came home. In order to avoid anyone else who might talk to her, Za leaves Alya's house and returns to her home. Staying at home is much better. Alya's family knew he was coming.

"Where are you coming?" ask his father who has gone home first and is now sitting in front of the TV.

Za threw herself beside her father. "Beteo. The same kind of people who know people's lives, '" he grumbled. "We can't tell people what's going on with us. It could not be diem just do not take care of people's problems," he continued grumbling.

Za's father just shook his head to see his son grumbling. He was an adult, even married but the childish nature is still inherent in Za who sometimes appears.

"It's not impossible but there's no need to tell them. And we also do not need to listen to their unimportant remarks" said Za's father.

"But Za is not deaf, Dad. If we talk in front of us, we'll hear."

"It is not necessary to take heart. We can't stop them from talking."

Za let out a long breath. His father's words were not much different from Fadhil's. "If you can choose, Za wants to be like other normal women, be able to get pregnant with children, not like Za now experiences," said Za with eyes that are now glazed.

Za's father rubbed his son's head. "Don't be so focused on your unfulfilled desires that you deny what you've already got. There are many things you should be grateful for in your life, Za. You have a Mom and Dad who loves you. Have a husband who sincerely loves you and accepts you with everything in you. And there are many other things that you ignore because you want too much of something that is not necessarily yours. Which makes you finally forget to be grateful for all that you have got. Your efforts can be maximized, but everything in this world has been decisive. You didn't forget, did you, Za? Wakey."

Za speechless. But his mind was always far away. So far Fadhil may accept it, but who will know the times ahead.

"Za was afraid that Mas Fadhil would change his mind. If he's tired of trying," murmured Za.

"Don't think too much about things that aren't necessarily happening. Your worries will only erode your husband's trust" Za's father said.

Their conversation came to a halt as the sound of footsteps came into the house. Za wiped the corners of her dewy eyes.

"Dad!" call Fadhil with a face that looks panicked. Za also looked.

"You were here first. Stay here tonight. Or if you want to puoang later to be picked up by Safira. I'm going to Bandung now,"

"Hand? Why?" tanya Za remembers Fadhil never had any business in that place.

"There's a very important business. Later Mas tell me after returning from there," said Fadhil makes Za more curious.

"Titip Za, Dad" Fadhil told his father-in-law.

"What the hell is it, Mas?" cecars Za.

"long story. Tomorrow only. Mas go first, yes," Fadhil briefly peeked at Za's forehead. Then leave the house in a hurry. Za, who is still waiting for Fadhil's explanation, follows her husband to the front of the house. Huddle is not a close distance. But Fadhil said goodbye as if he was going to work.

"Mas!" call Za.

"Mas is waiting for Aunt Sarah. Be careful at home" said Fadhil then drove his car without giving an explanation to Za.