The Bujang Lapuk
Rejection of Za

"Dhil, how did you sleep here?" aunt Sarah asked when she found Fadhil lying on the back porch seat.

"Dil!" call Aunt Sarah again because Fadhil is just squirming.

"Go inside, there!"

Slowly the man's eyes opened. It's still dark, but Aunt Sarah's awake. It indicates that the night has changed in the morning. Aunty Sarah always wakes up before dawn.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"Za won't sleep with me, Tan" Fadhil replied.

Aunt Sarah sighed softly. "Patience, yes. Maybe a baby. He doesn't like you."

Fadhil nodded in lethargy. Probably true, said Aunt Sarah. He didn't think through with Za's attitude last night. What was suddenly strange. Because Za had never been away from him.

Even last night he thought about it. I don't know what time he gave up on his sleepiness. What he felt this morning, his head that felt heavy after being awakened by the voice of Aunt Sarah.

"Sholat first. Go back to sleep if you're still sleepy."

Fadhil moved with laziness. Looking at the door of the room that was still closed, he tried to open it. But locked from the inside. He decided to go to the upper room. After dawn prayers intend to continue his sleep which may be only a few hours. Because in the early hours of the morning he was still awake.

He can't close his eyes anymore. Just looking at the ceiling of the room while lamenting his fate. It just felt so torturous last night. What if Za avoids her until she gives birth. Of course Fadhil will miss a lot of his wife's pregnancy. She had been waiting for Za's pregnancy for years.

Fadhil down the stairs. Intended to wake Za because he saw the door of the room that was still tightly closed. But the noise in the kitchen distracts him. The barren woman with her hair smashed that she had missed since last night was standing in front of the stove. He also took a step until he did not make a sound.

Yoke!

The iron spoon rested on his hand that wrapped around Za's waist.

"Don't you miss, Za?"

"No!" sahut Za ketus's. Then he turned off the stove. Pour that hot water to make milk.

"Dad!"

"What the hell, Mas?! Don't spoil! Dak, Deck, Dak, Deck!"

"Hug a minute!"

"Go take a shower! I can't stand your body odor."

Fadhil. He sniffed his armpits. No body odor at all. Even Za Ikatru liked him because he would only sleep when he had already infiltrated under his arm.

"No smell, Za. What smells, anyway?!"

"Every day if you take a shower, you also use soap. Never use odol," replied Fadhil.

Za ignored Fadhil's answer. The milk he made for Alif was ready. He quickly left the kitchen and closed his mouth.

"Geek!" Za could no longer endure her nausea so she was forced to return to the kitchen.

"Far away there, Mas!" throw him out when Fadhil approaches to help him.

"Mas just wanted to help you."

"No need!" reject Za. "Geek!" Za tried to regurgitate his stomach.

"Please! Take a shower, Mom! Your sweat stinks!" za said begging.

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. He went as far as to clean himself up as his wife had requested.

After Fadhil entered the room, Hanna was relieved. The smell of Fadhil was no longer smelled. He took the cup of milk that would have been given to Alif. The boy followed him into the kitchen. Probably because I waited in my room too long.

"Mommy, sick!" Alif had caught Safira calling her mami.

"No" replied Za. "This milk is drunk first." Za gave the cup to Alif. And ask her son to sit down while drinking.

"You want to get booby again?" ask Za after filling the empty cup.

Alif shakes. "You play" he answered and sagged off the chair. Then enter into one of the rooms that are deliberately provided for playing. So that Alif's very many toys are not scattered. Za repeatedly stepped on the lego printouts and made her legs hurt. Therefore he proposed making a playroom for Alif.

The cooking plan after making milk failed. Za suddenly lost the mood to prepare breakfast. As Fadhil said, there were many people in the house who would prepare a meal. Ever since Aunt Sarah recovered, almost every heart was cooking.

"Just put on my perfume, Mas" Za said as she watched Fadhil come out of the bathroom.

Fadhil also agreed to be able to be close to his wife. It's okay to wear a woman's perfume. After all, he's not going anywhere other than taking Alif to school. That is if Alif did not ask to go with Safira.

It turns out that when there are other people in one house there is something beneficial. Many can help them when it is not possible to do it yourself. Although some people are uncomfortable if there are others living in one house.

"It's fragrant. Can cuddle?"

Without waiting for Za's answer, Fadhil held his wife. But only briefly, because Za again avoids the reason will prepare the needs of Alif school.

"It's still too early, honey. Later it can also be," said Fadhil while holding his wife's arm.

"But I don't want to be close to you" replied Za. This time not in a sniffle tone. I hope Fadhil understands that he really doesn't want to get close to her.

Fadhil must give up again. He let Za out of the room. Facing his wife's pregnancy turned out to be nothing like he had ever imagined.