The Bujang Lapuk
Act Strange

"You don't want anything, Za?" ask Fadhil when they just got home to check the contents.

"Ask what?" ask Za while putting down her bag.

"Yes.anything. Whatever. Like asking for midnight or anything weird."

Za chuckles. "No. Want nothing. Just want to drink cold water. From that thirst you have no thought of buying a drink first, cake." reply Hanna quipped Fadhil. The queue at the clinic was quite long. And they came late so got a number in line later.

Za went to the kitchen to get some water. Although usually he almost never drank cold water, but this time the bottle that looks dewy Sapphira collection was tempting to immediately flutter his throat.

Za looked at the contents of the refrigerator. Apart from not drinking, he had not eaten dinner. If happiness is too much, just focus on one thing and ignore the other.

Unfortunately, all the food in the refrigerator was nothing interesting to him. Za opened the food cover on the dining table. Fadhil's favorite soy sauce chicken cooked by Aunt Sarah has only been reduced by a few pieces since this afternoon. Za closed it again because it was not tasteful.

As a result, he just sat down and tapped his finger at the table. With one hand holding up his chin. As if there was something heavy he was thinking. He was only thinking about what food he wanted. Everything seems unattractive to him.

"Not sleeping, Mi?" ask Safira who just got home from work. The girl now runs Fadhil's cafe. After applying for a job several times but still failed. Although Safira is a smart girl, but only the luck factor has not approached her.

"What's the matter, Fir?" tanya Za saw Safira putting two plastic bags on the dining table.

"Martabak" answered Safira. "So his intention to buy martabak doang. But look there is a pentol seller who mangkal near him yes I have bought all of you. Pity for the night the trade is still a lot," he added while washing his hands in the sink.

Since childhood with Fadhil, apparently the sensitivity instilled by his om was successfully attached to Safira. He not only bought a little bit of meatballs pentol, but some plastic wrap that contained quite a lot.

"Who did you buy this much?" ask Za.

Safira laughed to herself. "Not knowing either. Eat it if you want, Mi. It was delicious I was nyicipin. Sales are clean too. Wonder why the one who bought it was quiet."

Za took a bowl and poured plastic into it. Sure enough, without adding anything the sauce is very fitting on the tongue of Za who is a meatball lover. The meat taste is even better. He also added the sauce to his sauce.

"Don't you, Mi?"

"Hm."

"Mami doyan is hungry?" safira asked to see Za enjoying the food in front of her.

"Doyane. Hungry too. It was a long time ago in the clinic. Mana Mas Fadhil is insensitive. Buy a meal first or what? I know Mami hasn't eaten."

"Astaghfirullah's. Just been offered what's wrong."

"Mas ask." Fadhil took a spoon in Za's hand.

"Take your own bowl, Mas. That's a lot."

But Fadhil ignored. He sipped the meatball sauce with the spoon used by Za.

Za clucked irritatedly and went to pick up a new bowl and spoon.

"Now! Borrow a little." Fadhil put down the spoon to see Za grumbling.

"No way!" answer Za ketus.

"You why? Usually eating a plate together is also not a problem," said Fadhil who was surprised by Za's attitude. Because eating with the same spoon became a common thing for them. But this time Za really refused. Even Za chose to eat on the sofa instead of returning to her chair.

"Dad!"

Za ignored Fadhil's call.

"Let's do it, Om!" safira mediates.

Fadhil lets Za eat on the couch. While he finished the rest of the meatballs from the bowl lying on the dining table his spiciness was incredible for him. Since Za was in a bumpy mode, then she did not dare to remind.

Fadhil mistook Za sensi because he was reluctant to wear the same cutlery. And he thought it was all over after they finished eating. However, at bedtime, Za kicked Fadhil out of his room.

"Why are you, anyway?" fadhil asked as Za pushed his body out of the room.

"I don't want to sleep with you."

"Why is that?" ask Fadhil again because Za will not be able to sleep well if not hug him.

"Just don't want to. If you want to sleep here I'll move upstairs."

Fadhil finally gave up. He walked towards the door of the room.

"Dad!" call her with a wailing face before exiting the room.

Za approached Fadhil. Not to make up with her husband. But to close the door and lock it tightly. After Fadhil came out of the room, Za seemed to be able to breathe with relief. Without having to hold her breath for not wanting to smell her husband's body.