The Bujang Lapuk
Singles Fate

Since these few days, Za and her mother's relationship is not as warm as before. Right after Bian and Alya's wedding. Ms. Za rarely went out of the house even to go to school which is usually a routine activity. Arisan also entrusted to his mother Alya.

Za became increasingly guilty. Is it possible that he is considered a child of disobedience just because he has not been able to fulfill the wishes of his mother? It feels too excessive. The age of 25 years is not too old despite his unmarried status.

Za gave a rough sigh. He put his phone in a bag. Home seems to be a place that does not make it comfortable for him anymore. He also said goodbye to his father who was busy with his salary in front of the TV.

"Where are you going, Za?" ask father. Because Za's father knew that today Za had a holiday teaching tutoring.

"To a friend's house, Dad," replied Za. I don't know which friend. Because he doesn't have a destination where he's going to spend the afternoon.

"Not coming home" his father said as Za picked up the helmet.

"Yes, Dad."

Za also took out his white matic motor. The only vehicle his father bought when he was in college last semester.

In front of Alya's house, she runs into Bian who is washing the motor.

"Duh, dear daughter-in-law is very diligent, very pure motor in-law," Za teased after she stopped her motorbike in front of Alya's house.

Bian widened his smile while continuing to flutter the motorcycle he was washing. "Where are you going, Za?" tanyanya.

"Go on, Mas. Bored at home" said Za after sighing softly.

"Tumbens. Usually at home," replied Bian without stopping his work.

"Because of you, Mommy."

This time Bian turned off the water faucet. "Kok because of me. What's Ma Bian doing?"

"Gara Mas Bian married Alya. I got the stone. Mother asked me to get married quickly," replied za in annoyance.

"Yes, anyway. Just marriage. You are also 25. What else to wait for. Losing time with Alya."

Za snorted in annoyance. Even though Bian was joking. But this time Za is being sensitive if alluded to the issue of marriage. Especially compared. It's like marriage is a race.

Za did not say Bian. He revived his motor engine then drove at a speed with no strings attached. His heart was already abetted by the words of the man who had always been his vent.

In the middle of the journey Za experienced a deadlock. He doesn't know where to go. Going to the mall, to the cafe, is not a fun place if only visited alone. Is this the fate of a single person? Za grumbled in his heart.

Fatma's house suddenly flashed through his mind. No more than two kilometers away, he'll pass Mr. Irsyad's house. Za had doubts. You will meet without first giving news. Moreover, Fatma was married to Mr. Irsyad was reluctant to bend the direction of his vehicle. But Za only hoped, Fatma was at home alone.

Za arrived at the two-story house with a two-meter-high iron fence. The yard of the house was wide enough for the size of the house in urban areas. From the outside, the atmosphere in front of the house looks. Quiet, because the big house only inhabited two people. Mr. Irsyad's kids all go to college out of town.

Za knocked on the iron gate. Long enough to wait, came out a tall and sturdy man from inside the house. Za of course felt awkward when he saw Mr. Irsyad who would open the door. Want to run away but Mr. Irsyad already saw it.

"Mom Za? Please enter!" It felt sad when Mr. Irsyad called him Mom. Za was that old. Maybe Mr. Irsyad got carried away in the school that called all teachers called Father or Mother.

"Thank you, sir. Ms. Fatma...eh Ma'am Fatma is there, sir?" sahut Za was so nervous. This is Za's first visit to the house.

"There was. Let's just go inside."

"Mi, there's a friend of his, uh!"

Fatma was called but Za who was melted heard the voice of Pak Irsyad calling his wife. It is fitting that Fatma likes Mr. Irsyad despite his age multiples from his age.

"Who, Pi?" a woman's voice came from inside the house. Then the owner of the voice appeared in the living room. Za seems to have been wrong to visit Fatma's house. Because he was actually treated to the romanticization of the husband and wife even though only with a title that makes the soul of his singles increasingly struggling.

"Za? Mashay Allah!" Fatma approached Za hysterically because Za's arrival was like a surprise.

"Chat in the back, yuk! Let's get more exciting. Mama's making a show"

Fatma pulls Za into the house. At first glance he saw the contents of Mr. Irsyad's house which amazed him. Luxury for the size of Za who has been inhabiting simple housing even though the house is quite spacious because his father bought two units and renovated so it is more comfortable to live in.

Behind the house there is a garden with a bamboo gazebo. Really comfortable.

"It's late afternoon, Mommy?" ask Za suspiciously. "Don't…"

Fatma smiled happily. "Doain yes, Za," he replied to Za's curiosity.

Za also congratulated the presence of the future Fatma baby. These days Fatma does look lethargic and pale. Apparently there is a fetus growing in his stomach.

Fatma sliced the mango mengkal that she just peeled. One cobek sambal has not been completely smooth. Za also grabs a scratch and grinds brown sugar until it is completely *****.

"I'm bothering ya, Ma'am?" tanya Za felt uneasy with her sudden presence.

"Absolutely not, Za. Mbak even happy you finally want to play here" said Fatma.

"But by the way, what wind brings you here, Za?" Fatma asked back. Because he knew, Za couldn't have come to his house if there was no interest.

"Boring at home, Ma'am. All weekly nights," replied Za origin. "But it doesn't really bother me, ma'am. How do you know Fatma has a plan to go with Mr. Irsyad."

"No. Again lazy to go everywhere," Fatma replied making Za a little calm.

Both of them eat rujak while enjoying the afternoon. Wandering here and there about anything. Starting from work and ending with Fatma who asked about the development of Za's matchmaking by her parents.

"No, Ma'am. I'm still not sure about him. Finally yes, I refuse."

Fatma nodded slowly. Hearts cannot be forced. "What a shame, Za. Yesterday I was going to meet you with Mr. Irsyad's nephew. But it turns out he's in the same process as someone."

Za quietly swallowed in disappointment. Dai comes to Fatma's house because he wants to take advice from his friend. But maybe not yet. Za must re-establish himself, because the soul mate of God who governs it.

"Try me later ask first. So what not," said Fatma

But Za did not say. He did not want Fatma to think that he hoped to get acquainted with Mr. Irsyad's niece.

"Well, that's the guy!"

Za followed Fatma's gaze that led to the house. A man passing by on the back porch of the house left Za flabbergasted.