The Bujang Lapuk
Awaiting News

At ten o'clock Za was picked up by Safira after work. She couldn't bear to let Safira be home alone tonight.

"Om Fadhil to where?" safira asked when they had just left Za's parents' house.

"Ke Bandung said," replied Za. Is there a brother who lives in Bandung?" tanyanya. Because Fadhil had said that he was waiting for Aunt Sarah. One of his father's younger brothers, Fadhil, was already known. "There was. Oma Sarah's son. Her name is Aira. Mommy knows who it is, right?"

Za tried to remember the face of the Fadhil family he had met. But the name of Aira is not attached to his memory. Fadhil so that until now Za has not been so familiar with all. Especially those who live outside the city. Many of them have similar faces.

"Forgotten" said Za after failing to remember.

"Ngapain Om Fadhil to Bandung? To Aunt Aira's place?"

Za shook her head. "don't know. She hurried to leave. I can't say what's wrong."

"Not called until now?" ask Safira.

Za nodded back. Even his phone was ignored many times. The message has not been read, let alone answered.

"Ngapain, huh?" gumam Safira was also curious.

They also fell silent. Observe each other's thoughts that are still filled with question marks. Especially Za who is so curious because Fadhil is still difficult to contact.

"Aira in Bandung works?" za asked breaking the silence.

"lectures. Graduating again" replied Safira.

Za nodded. Curiosity is undermining him. Guessing inside his head actually ended up making his head hurt.

Za again threw his gaze into the street. Look at the weekend street crowds. Even Safira had to drive slowly because of congestion at some point.

"Where don't you want to stop by, Mum?" ask Safira.

"No. It's night. You're tired too."

I don't know when was the last time Za spent a weekend. Because ever since she became a full-time housewife, every day feels like a weekend. Even when the road was about to go, Fadhil was always ready to take him.

They arrived home and all the lights were on. Za told her ART to turn on all the lights this afternoon. When they come home they are not dark.

When you have to be alone at home, of course Za does not have the courage to sleep alone in his room. The old house with a classic impression somehow makes Za ciut. Another case if there is a Fadhil at home.

After cleaning himself, Za came down and knocked on Safira's door.

"Mommy sleeps here, huh?" za said as Safira opened the door.

The girl in front of him was also chuckling. Then opened the door wider so that Za could enter his room.

Even though the night was getting late, Za still had a hard time closing her eyes. Thoughts wander on a husband who has not been heard of. At least reply to the message sent by Za. So that she can sleep peacefully tonight without worrying about her husband's circumstances.

Za tried to call Fadhil back. Once, twice, up to the third time the call is connected. Za smiled with relief.

"Hallo. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Mas?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Yes, Sweetheart. Sorry I just picked up the phone. Focused on the road."

"Yes. Is this here?"

"Just arrived. Why don't you sleep. It's one o'clock at night, Za."

"I can't sleep until I hear from you, Mas" Za said honestly.

"Yes, yeah. Excuse me. Now sleep, yes. I'm fine."

That was not the answer Za expected. He just wanted to know what Fadhil was going to Bandung for in such a hurry. Moreover, the noise around Fadhil increasingly makes him curious. But Fadhil ended the call because there were important things to take care of. And that only makes Za unable to close his eyes until the sound of dawn.