The Bujang Lapuk
Late

"Mas, I'm late."

At once Fadhil threw the phone in his hand. His face sparkled looking at Za who was walking closer towards him.

"Seriously, Za?"

Za smiled nodding. Although her menstrual cycle was irregular, this time she confidently told Fadhil. Because the testpack is hidden in his hand which shows two lines in real.

"It!" he said while giving the stick.

Fadhil. Staring at that thing without being able to speak. Five years may not be a long time for some couples. But for him who is already in his mid-fifties, of course it is like a miracle. After deciding to comply with Za's wishes, finally what he had been waiting for would be realized. There's a fetus in his wife's womb. The man didn't stop thanking me for the surprise this morning.

Za who saw her husband so happy was not able to hide her taste. Maybe this time he could see Fadhil really happy. Even without realizing if his cheeks have been wet. Za rubbed it slowly.

"Mas is too happy, Za," said Fadhil with a big smile.

There was relief in Za's heart. For years he felt compelled to give a child. Even though no one is demanding it. But she knew that Fadhil did not stop wishing that she could get pregnant.

A series of plans were drawn up by Fadhil. Starting this prohibition was to keep the content, even plan Fadhil to move to the lower room. Not wanting Za to go up and down the stairs would be risky for his wife's pregnancy.

"Don't be overprotective, Mum. I'll be spoiled."

"You have indeed been spoiled from there, Za. After waiting for so many years, he must protect her. Because I know how hard it is to get it. Like time will get you slippery like an eel."

Za held back a laugh hearing Fadhil's words. Remembering how she rejected her husband's proposal. But the name of a soul mate, as far as anything avoids will certainly be found.

"I'm gonna make breakfast first." Za tried to escape from Fadhil's decapitation.

Even though it was all holiday today, he still had to make breakfast. Alif a little picky food. So Za had to make it every day according to the child's taste.

"Later on," Fadhil tightened his embrace.

"Al is awake. She'll find me, Mom."

Because of the child's habit, every time you wake up you will definitely look for Za in the kitchen. Ask for milk or ask for a snack. If you are reluctant, then just ask to be hugged.

"Start now reduce your activity. There are many people who can cook in this house. Mas, Safira, Aunt Sarah are also good cooks. You don't have to bother going down to the kitchen. Your job from now on is to just look after him. Let the rest be done by others."

Za breathed out slowly. "Mas doesn't know how boring it is all day just to be quiet without doing a single job?" answer Za for not liking if Fadhil is too restrictive.

Even when going down even to force it to be carried. The residents of the house were all awake except Alif. Za had to close her eyes because there was Aunt Sarah who had just come out of her room. Not only Aunt Sarah, but also Sapphira who was busy stirring the drink he brought.

Fadhil lowered Za at the end of the stairs while chuckling.

"The romance is again on happy. What's up, huh?" ask Safira later.

"Yes, dong." replied Fadhil confidently. "You'll soon have another sister."

Safira's mouth spouted out the chocolate drink she had just shaved. "Correct?" tanya Safira.

The girl placed her cup on the table and walked over to Za. "Really, Mi?" ask again while rubbing Za's stomach.

Za nodded with a big smile.

"Alhamdulillah. Finally after this old age can have another sister."

"You should have had children, not a sister, Aunt Sarah's aunt who followed Za. It's not just Fadhil. Everyone in the house welcomed Za's pregnancy.

Safira pursed her lips. Aunty Sarah is like other mothers who will be restless when they see girls the age of Safira still feel alone.

"alright. This morning, I sat sweet. Let Safira cook. What would mom want to masakin?" Safira guides Za to sit on the sofa.

"Auntie is cooking. You like fried rice, don't you, Za?" Aunt Sarah won't cook.

Busy arguing, from the direction of the kitchen came the sound of someone's activity in the kitchen. Fadhil had already gone down to the kitchen without them noticing.

"Well, it's his father first" said Safira. He finally sat down again to enjoy the warm chocolate he had made.

Za was moved again when Aunt Sarah sat next to him while rubbing her stomach. Although the woman had recovered, Za kept her from staying in the house when Aunt Sarah wanted to return home.

"Good look after, huh?" message. .Za nodded too.

"Al let Aunt take care of him. Let's not get tired."

It was heartless to have to let the woman take care of Alif even though the child was her grandson. Although the power is still strong and Aunt Sarah looks fit unlike most 60-year-old women.

But because he wanted to show Za his affection, Za nodded her head back. He wants to appreciate Aunt Sarah. Because refusing would definitely offend her sometimes very sensitive feelings.

"Today Al wears what uniform? Let Auntie prepare," said Aunt Sarah as she went to go up to Alif's room.

"It's sunday, Oma. Al's not off school." Safira. And make Aunt Sarah laugh.