The Bujang Lapuk
Spar

"Mommy!"

Za who was preparing lunch with Aunt Sarah turned her head. Alif did not come alone or with Fadhil. Except with Aruma. They are a different school. Because of Aruma's older age. Behind them followed Fatma.

"Mr? How is Alif with you?" ask Za.

"Yes. Fadhil said there was a sudden need to not be able to pick up Al. Good thing she's still in school."

Za rounded her lips. I don't know what sudden needs make Fadhil canceled invite Alif. Though this heart he said no business whatsoever. Not even to the shop.

"Where are you, Za? Still nauseous?"

"Still sometimes," Za replied. "Eat here, Ma'am. Aunt Sarah cooks a lot. It's a shame if it's not eaten. Most Mas Fadhil also eats out," Za asked.

If you have met, Aruma and Alif will feel at home playing together. Even without changing his clothes they spilled the toy box. So they have to go through a little coercion so they want to change clothes.

"Other later after eating, yes" said Za.

He should be grateful that Alif is submissive. Although sometimes fussy like a child alda generally. But speaking softly, the child always understood. Especially after finding out if he will soon have a younger brother.

"You're eating while you're watching" Alif asked as Za brought them a meal. Requests to be followed. Good thing Aunt Sarah's frying fish fillet. So Za does not need to worry about his son getting stabbed by fish spines while eating. Because from an early age, Za did train Alif to eat alone. Unless you are sick. Or Aunt Sarah who wants to spoil her granddaughter.

"Tante Sarah has no opponent. It's delicious, seger." Fatma sipped reddish asem vegetable soup. Ignoring two young children who are being played a video by Za.

"Let's take it, Tan. Irsyad must have been very happy. He hasn't eaten Aunt Sarah's cooking for a long time."

"Can. Just play here often," said Aunt Sarah.

"Yes. Tomorrow when it's loose, Tan. Lately it's been a bit of work" Fatma replied.

Aunt Sarah nodded. He set aside some vegetables to be carried by Fatma. Complete with fish and fish.

"Za, aren't you eating?" tanyanya saw Za just accompany the children. Though he asked to be cooked asem vegetables earlier.

"Later on," replied Za.

From the gow, Fatma who has a close relationship with Za of course knows if Za is upset.

"Why, Za? Want to wait for Fadhil?" ask Fatma then.

"No, Ma'am. Still full," replied Za as she moved.

Fatma took a long breath. The emotions of pregnant women are sometimes unstable. She kept busy eating as Za sat next to her.

"So Mas Fadhil didn't say where to go, Ma'am?"

Fatma urung bribe eating to hear the question cirih Za.

"Mbak doesn't do it anyway. He just said there was an important need for it. He didn't know you?"

Za shook her head. "No."

"Why don't you call him? You guys..all right, right?" Fatma hesitated to ask further. But the nod of Za's head made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Just I don't know why, lately the luggage rails with him. I don't want to get close to him" said Za.

Fatma rubbed Za's arm slowly. "Maybe it's due to the influence of pregnancy hormones. What matters is that Fadhil wants to understand."

Za stunned. He doesn't know whether Fadhil understands his condition or not. Communication with her husband is getting worse. He always avoided being close to Fadhil. Even when Alif's plans changed, not a single piece of news was sent. Far from Fadhil's previous habits.

The pregnant woman nodded. She drove Fatma forward after she got a call from her husband.

"Thank you, Ma'am" said Za.

Fatma shook her hand. "Who are you, Za."

Za closed the door after Fatma's car drove off. Time to persuade Alif who sulked because he was left home by Aruma. Because there are no friends playing. Za didn't forbid Alif from leaving the house. It's just that in the meteka environment there are no children his age.

"Tomorrow we'll switch to Aruma's house, okay?"

"No. Alif wants to go with Papa!"

Za let out a long breath. He took his cell phone in the room. Then give it to Alif to call Fadhil. But many times the call was interrupted. The boy even cried because his phone went unanswered.

Za tried to persuade Alif in various ways. Until finally his son fell asleep because of fatigue crying.

Until the afternoon, Fadhil had just returned home. When Za falls asleep in Alif's bed. He woke up to Fadhil's voice calling out to him.

Seeing Fadhil's face, Za grew increasingly upset. Even his annoyance had multiplied.

"Where from?" asked Za with a face that was obviously not pleasant.

Fadhil did not answer. He'd rather stay out of Alif's room.

'Mas! I'm asking you." lick Za who followed behind him.

"Where did you come home at this time?"

"Truly Lany's car broke down on the road" Fadhil replied calmly.

"Must be you? Can't he call a tow truck or do you just tell one of your employees?!"

"The shop is crowded. No one has time!" fadhil replied again trying not to be provoked by the anger of his wife. His desire to eat has disappeared. So he pulled the chair.

"Fast response would you be if he was the same? To number the child? Your phone calls haven't been picked up many times."

"Handphon-ku silent mode."

Za smiled lightly. "It turns out it's still important, Lany for you! Or maybe you've been playing behind her."

Fadhil. "Don't ngaco you!" he then left Za and went to his room.

Za caught up with him, but not to continue their debate. Instead of replacing the negligee with a neater outfit. Then snatched his bag.

"Where are you going?" tanya Fadhil sees Za bandaging her head with an instant veil.

"Back home!"

Fadhil blocked Za's arm before his wife opened the door. "Can't you please don't childish this?"

Za immediately jerked his hand. "Yes. I'm childish. If you like a more mature woman why don't you just marry Lany?!" za replied fiercely.

Fadhil breathed a rough breath. He took the key on the table and gave it to Za. "Tell me if you're not angry. Come on and pick it up."

Za ignores the car keys in Fadhil's hands. And pass it by. In his heart he was getting annoyed that Fadhil had absolutely no intention of holding him back. Obviously if it was possible that her husband was tired of facing his childish nature.