The Bujang Lapuk
Jealous

"Go home! It's afternoon!"

Not loud but firm. Being accompanied by a flat facial expression made Za who had not stopped laughing suddenly shrieked.

"Here's the Alifnya, Mas." Za took Alif from Ghani's sling.

"Dag up! Tomorrow play again, Al!" ghani said when Za took Al to follow Fadhil first to the motorcycle parking lot.

Za up to the back seat. The distance to the house is no more than two hundred meters. But Fadhil's legs seem to be spoiled to be reluctant to walk. No more than a minute.

At home, Fadhil remained silent. Ignoring Za by going into the room.

"Here let Mother bathe Al. Airmya was ready from earlier," said Ms. Za.

Maybe Za who forgot the time is the cause of Fadhil behaving like that. He followed Fadhil into the room. Take Al's change of clothes from the closet. The clothes of his son were deliberately left because they routinely stay once a week.

"Mas!" Za rebuked Fadhil who was sitting on the bed. Snacking mode, anywhere is always the same. Silence with folded face.

"Anged?" ask Za later.

Fadhil put down his gawai. "Can't you keep your distance from Ghani?"

Za frowned. Fadhil jealous? Not once did Fadhil see Za joking with Ghani. Her husband never protested.

"Why really? Do you know I like to joke with Mas Ghani?"

"Not starting now!"

"It can't dong, Mom. Should I suddenly shut up when I see him? You're strange. Jealous of Mas Ghani? He's like my own brother, Mas."

"I'm a man, Za. I know how my people like women."

Za breathed a rough breath. "It's impossible, Mom. Mas Ghani's taste is high. That's why he is still single," Za denied. "Don't look for the same thing, brother. I don't think about him either. You used to be jealous of Mas Bian, now Mas Ghani. I am the same, they have nothing. Lah you yourself are actually dating Lany until her hot kiss is remembered all the time I can not be jealous," he said.

"Kok so take Lany with you?"

"I'll take her name if you're angry. Accusations without proof!"

"I'm talking reality. Ghani likes you. Maybe you don't realize that."

"You guys fighting?" asked her mother when Za gave her a change of clothes for Alif. Maybe his voice was loud enough to sound outside the room.

"Mas Fadhil is jealous of Mas Ghani" Za said.

Ms. Rahma laughed softly. "Then you should keep your attitude the same as Ghani."

"Mom, Za doesn't do anything like Mas Ghani. It's strange that suddenly Za had to be quiet if he met him," said za still continue to defend himself.

"It doesn't matter what's up or nothing, Za. But you should appreciate your husband's feelings. Greeting enough. Just talk as necessary. You if Ghani likes release."

"Tau ah's. Tired, take a shower first."

Za got off the couch. He went back into the room to get a towel. Suddenly tonight he decided to stay at his parents' house.

"I'm staying over. It's up to Mas to go home" Za said before she left the room.

Even after taking a shower, she combed her hair in her mother's room. Because Alif was in that room. Every time he visited, it was his turn to sleep with Alif. Although there was no blood in the baby, but his affection was the same as that of a grandchild.

"Not going home yet, is it, Za?"

"Za's going to sleep here, Mom. Capek," said Za while laying down his body.

"Don't sleep here. Go to your room there. Your husband needs you, Za. If he's jealous, angry, you don't stay away. Especially raising the voice like that. Cuddled, given understanding. He needs your attention,"

"Indeed Za's lack of attention from nowhere, ma'am. Every day Za always looks at him" said Za still with a feeling of annoyance.

"Maybe without you knowing. Especially now that there is Alif. Your attention should be divided."

"It's natural. His name also has a son." Za was still in his thoughts. If Fadhil is too short-minded.

"Here meet your husband. Al let's stay here with Mom."

Za lazily got out of bed after her mother told her to repeatedly. Fadhil met him in the room. Her husband had just folded his prayer mat after the maghrib prayer. But seeing Za enter the room, he called again the prayer mat. Without even asking Za knew that Fadhel was doing that for her. He went to the bathroom to get water.

After cash his obligation, Za cleaned the mucena and prayer mat and put it back in the closet. Dead style saw Fadhil still silent. Sok cool! His inner.