The Bujang Lapuk
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Sister Za!"

Za looked up when she heard someone call her. After circulating her gaze, she found Alya was inside the car that stopped in front of her.

Ever since he got out of the house, I don't know how far he walked. Unknowingly, he was on the sidewalk.

"Remain here?" ask Alya.

"I.." Za racked her brain in search of the right answer so Alya wouldn't be suspicious.

"Let's go in, Ma'am!"

Za still nailed herself in her place. Until the side door opened and Bian came out to him.

"Where are you going, Za? Going home?"

Bian always understood his head. Za had no other choice but to nod. Lying to Bian is futile. Because his cousin knew that Fadhil would never let him go alone. Her presence on the sidewalk far from where she lives certainly provoked Bian's suspicion if she was having problems with her husband.

"Have you eaten yet, Za?" ask Bian when he will return to drive a car.

"Not yet."

"Haboo," murmured Bian. It seems that Za is having a problem.

"Eat the rib meatballs? Alya meatball cravings," said Bian again.

"Nwidam? You're pregnant again, huh?" ask Za.

Alya seemed to reply with a smile from the rearview mirror.

"Thank God" Za said later.

Seeing Alya's aura that looks happy, want it to feel like she's like her cousin's wife. Getting pregnant without much trouble. Can you ask this to her husband. It doesn't seem that feeling all attached to Fadhil looks annoying.

Even Za was amazed by Alya. Who looks much more able to act mature even though he is younger than her.

"Are you having trouble with Fadhil?" todong Bian without hesitation.

"Nothing is."

"Certainly why are you on the streets rich missing persons? If you want to go home why not a taxi or motorcycle taxi, Za?"

"Males."

Bian shook his head hearing Za's reply. Since childhood Za has always been spoiled. Having a husband who is much older, Za is becoming more effective.

Bian pulled the vehicle over after arriving at his subscription store with Za. The last time they went to that place was not many years ago. When he and Bian were not married.

The two women were looking for a seat. The meatballs are not so crowded. So they can get an empty table quickly.

Not long after their order came. The smell of meatballs makes Za suddenly feel hungry. Since morning he did not fill his stomach except with orange juice which was still spewed again.

"Eat a lot, Za. Your baby needs to eat" Bian said as he gradually poured a bowl of meatballs in front of Za. Even his wife took her own bowl. But Alya who already knows Bian's closeness with Za does not dispute that.

"Mas, sambala!" gerutu Za as Bian distanced the bowl of sambal after Za put a spoon of sambal into his bowl.

"Remember that in the stomach!"

Za grunting. But it is also eaten meatballs even with a spiciness that is only moderate. While watching Bian who poured soy sauce into Alya's bowl.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Bian gushed open the bottle of mineral water and gave it to Za. "Drink first!"

"Mbak Za must be daydreaming" guessed Alya.

Za did not answer. He sipped the water from the bottle. Until his spiciness in his throat decreases.

"Mas, I want to go home, yes," said Za suddenly.

"Loh, it's not spent yet, Za. You want to go home to your mother, right? Later with me. We're just gonna eat meatballs and go home, all right."

"No. No need, Mas. This is the meat I just wrapped." Za took the freshly reduced meatball one grain to wrap. It's a shame that it was abandoned.

After saying thank you and saying goodbye, Za ordered an ojek online. Along the way, Za was unable to stem the tears that suddenly wanted to come out. I don't know what reason. Za doesn't know either. He just wanted to cry right now.

Even until he reached home, he thanked the motorcycle driver while looking down. Then hurry to open the fence.

"Mas!" call him the guy who was washing the bike.

Za took off the plastic in her hand and then rushed her man. "I'm sorry" he said with tears in his eyes.

Fadhil's wet hands replied to Za's hand. And let his wife shed her tears until her shirtless body was wet. Many times he had his wife's head crushed. Until a few days the stuffing subsided.

"Come, yuk!" Fadhil wrapped his arms around Za's waist and took her into the house.

"Mandi, huh? Prepare the warm water."

Za nodded slowly. She no longer felt disgusted by her husband. Instead want to curse himself who is still always stubborn. As if not having the gratitude of having a patient husband like Fadhil.

Soaking in hot water relieved her mind a little. Za picked up a towel to dry his body. Then use that thick cloth to wrap his body.

"Not showered?" ask Za when Fadhil gets her a change of clothes.

"Oh" answered the husband.

"Have you? How to wash the motor?"

.

"There are rules after bathing is prohibited from washing the motorbike?"

Za laughed softly. "Nothing, anyway," he said. "Oh, Mum!" Za patted his forehead for a moment.

"Why?"

"So I brought meatballs. Look ahead!"

Za rushed to put on his pajamas and followed Fadhil who had already come out.

"Where, Mas?"

"Yes broken. You slammed."

"Well, honey. It was eaten a little."

"Not to play Indian films. I'll buy more Maghrib," replied Fadhil who made Za chuckle.