The Bujang Lapuk
Buying Alif Needs

"Shirt, sling, body care, diaper, milk, toys, milk bottle. This was it first, Mom. Forgetting what to buy. Tomorrow again," Kirana said after checking all shopping items.

"Box babies equal baby encouragement what's the name?" ask Fadhil.

"Stroller? Need, huh?" Answer Za weighing. He eventually bought a stroller as well.

All the items they put in the car after completing the transaction. The first shopping of one child that meets a fairly spacious car cabin.

"Huft, there are also many needs of Alif," said Za after all the goods entered the car.

"The name has no preparation. One buy this much."

If you do not remember Alif at home there is no change of clothes, Za still wants to shop more. The clothes and baby gear were too attractive. All look good and want to buy all the items.

But they should go home soon. They have spent almost three hours just picking out a comfortable kit for their baby.

"Will I shop again?" fadhil asked as he glanced at Za's cell phone which showed her baby clothes.

Za chuckles. "Just look around. Later if someone likes to just buy," he said while continuing to scroll the screen. "But this is all good. Very funny."

Fadhil shook his head in wonder. Za rarely buys clothes for herself. As long as they were married, there were only a few packages coming to deliver Za's order. But now, for Alif Za as if no need to think again to put the funny clothes into the basket.

"Mas!" Call Za then he shows you the screen of his phone. "Shop this way again, shall you?"

Fadhil smiled faintly while shaking in surprise.

"Can't you?"

"Can. But not all new born. The baby's fast, Za."

"No. It's three months up, really," replied Za.

He completed the transaction after obtaining Fadhil's approval. Still looking at the other baby gear, but just really looking. He refrained from buying it. After considering his needs.

"Where is it, Mas?" Za raised his hand.

"Make what?"

"Pay dong, Papa!"

Fadhil knitted his eyebrows together. Then laugh slowly. Eventually someone will call him Papa.

"In the wallet" said Fadhil without distracting him from the crowded streets. Za picked up the wallet lying next to him taking Fadhil's phone which he had memorized his password. Then open m-banking to pay for his order.

Upon arrival at home, Za rushed down and picked up the shopping bag she could. The rest were left alone because it was definitely Fadhil who would bring him in. He found Mbak Min who was fondling Alif in the house. Carrying a baby is something that is very desired by ART. So that Za can see how Alif is treated very well by Mbak Min.

"Not bathed yet, is it, Ma'am?" asked Za while putting down her shopping bag.

"Yet, Ma'am. The clothes aren't there yet."

"Yes already. Please prepare the water, Ma'am. Alif let's be with me."

"Hmm.it smells Papa's son!" Fadhil splashed onto the bed when Alif had just finished wearing clothes. Kiss the baby with anxiety.

Za smiled faintly at Fadhil who looked very happy. Same with himself. God already has another plan. Without having to comply with her desire for Fadhil to remarry, now a baby is present in their midst. Although not their own flesh. Not a problem for him. Alif is still a trust that must be maintained. The call of the heart to care for Alif is definitely the One who moves.

"While Alif sleeps here, yes. Wait for the same closet baby box to come. Maybe it will be delivered tomorrow" said Fadhil.

"Yes. I don't have a problem. The problem is most you because you have to succumb to Alif."

"while. Tomorrow he's got his own room next door."

Za throbbing. Fadhil would not sleep well without him. And vice versa.

As the two men lay next to each other, Za again observed the faces of the two alternately. Not only was the nose similar, but it was also the same dense and black hair.

"Mas, Alif's really Aira's son?" ask Za suddenly. Although he accepted Alif wholeheartedly, somehow the question flashed and just popped out.

"Why is that?"

"Yes.ngak. His face looks just like yours."

"Then you thought he was Mas's son with another woman like that?"

Za just grinned. Fadhil's words are very appropriate according to the contents of his head.

"Astaghfirullah, Yes. You are suspicious of overuse. There's already a certificate from the hospital."

Although the accusations as they are said may spark anger for some husbands, Fadhil still looks calm. No offense what more angry like when Za asked her to marry again.

"Mas no longer has such desires. After marriage, Mas will only focus on fixing our family. Me and you, so that we can stay together to Jannah. Alif is an unexpected gift. Which may be brought to complete our family. Stop being so prejudiced, Za. Yes, you have to go where you go. Let's know the time outside Mas is used for anything."

Facing Fadhil who was serious made Za speechless. The prejudice is without basis. Only indulge in thoughts that are still tainted by suspicion.

"Mas and Aira are still one blood. Just like you are Bian. You are just like Bian Mas never protested," continued Fadhil again.

"Yes, yeah. Sorry."

Fadhil sighed softly."Not tired of jealousy? I no longer have any strange desires. Your time and attention are divided only for you and your work. That's all."

'You're already apologizing. Why the long talk?"

"Not quite sorry," replied Fadhil with an annoyed face.

"Then what? Be punished?"

"Yes." said Fadhil firmly while pulling Za's tiny body.

Za screeched as her body almost hit Alif. Fadhil laughed. Fortunately, I did not wake Alif.

Marrying a woman who is far below her age does have to make Fadhil have a lot of patience. Childishness and jealousy that sometimes makes no sense. Small disputes for unclear reasons. But that was already Fadhil's consideration before proposing to Za.