First Night With A WEATHERED BACHELOR
8. Difficult Questions to Answer

"Well, how quiet?" ask Firda when Bujang put the house key into the keyhole.

"So already Abang said that Abah same Umi want to go to his relatives' house, still a child is senile. That's why life don't use mulu drama!" sahut Bujang went into the house.

"It's new, then,"

That's what you know, hihihi

"The drama one followed by the next drama, aren't you dizzy living like that?"

Firda was silent, inwardly speaking dizzy.

Bujang put his motorbike into the garage, then locked all the windows.

He has not told Firda that they will stay with Abah and Umi for the rest of their lives.

The sudden request of Umi. When Bujang wants to marry Mawar, Umi does not mind Bujang and his wife will live where after marriage. But not now, Umi does not believe or do not believe if Firda can take care of Bujang and household if they live separately.

The bachelor was his eldest son, his proud son, but the fate of his betrothal was a little winding up ending with a marriage full of drama with a girl who was not even twenty years old yet. Bujang has been on the road for thirty-five years.

"What are your dreams?" ask Bujang again while locking the door.

"So the artist" replied Firda of origin

"Pantes, it's been there go take a shower! Pamali young pregnant woman showering in the evening!" sindir Bujang relax.

Firda can only grin, Bujang cuek.

"Go ahead, I'll arrange things."

Firda dragged her clothes bag in front of the wardrobe, Bujang already showed her which closet door part to put her clothes.

Bujang could only exhale strongly realizing that there were only answers and rebuttals from Firda's lips.

After Bujang came out of the bathroom, instead of Firda had finished making clothes, he lay on his back playing with his own smile.

"Astagfirullah...." Bujang immediately snatched the phone from Firda's hand, Firda was immediately shocked. He tried to snatch his phone back but Bujang had already raised his phone up high.

"Wrap a shower, not much of a reason! Brother does not want after Abang to the mosque you are still lazy haha hihi with inanimate objects."

"But turn my phone back!" rengek Firda is worried about being discovered by secret chat with his two friends.

"No, after the new ba'da Is'a Abang gave. It's been Firda's shower! Or do you want to bathe?" Bujang showed his face that could not be denied.

Firda pouting. Tapping the contents of his bag to find a towel, he forgot that the towel was hanging on the clothesline near the bathroom door that was covered with a rattan partition.

"Other thing you're looking for?"

"Handlet."

Bujang patted his eel.

"Look at the towel hanger!"

Firda cengengesan immediately ran into the bathroom before his fang Bujang appeared from above his head.

Mostly watch cartoons.

Out of the bathroom, Firda saw Bujang was fully dressed with Koko's clothes and sarong.

Never even present in Firda's dream if he is going to marry the fathers, even when Firda forgets to read the do'a before going to bed.

Almost every night also do not read do'a, Fir.

"Where are you going?"

"Watch, will you come?"

Firda chuckles.

"You can be kidding, seriously!"

"To the mosque, indeed if clothes like this go where? Conditional?" Bujang clucked stepped out of the room, Firda chasing after him.

"Bang, pray at home only for this time, I'm afraid to be alone at home."

"But I don't know."

"Yes, tomorrow is an acquaintance! Make a cake, take it to the neighbors. Introduce yourself if you are the son-in-law of Abah Surya and Umi Sri, all of you ask do'a so that your womb grows healthy." said Bujang.

Firda.

"Please, pray at home! I'm not used to it."

Bujang can only exhale strongly, patiently, patiently.

For the first time, Bujang prayed to a woman and her wife.

Bujang's feelings are mixed into one day, happy and I don't know what else.

After the greeting Bujang turned to look at Firda who was also staring at him. Bujang stretched out his hand, Firda was also not stupid and did not know what to do. He kissed Bujang's hand for the second time after the wedding ceremony last night.

Then Bujang raised both hands, praying in a soft voice while closing his eyes.

"O Allah, I ask for his kindness and the good character he brings. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the character he brought".

He should have done it on the night of the bride and groom yesterday and when they both wanted to do halal worship, but he and Firda did not perform such a ritual. So it's okay in praying after the Maghrib prayer together, after rubbing his own face Bujang just held Firda's head slowly and then stood up to take the mushaf.

Firda doesn't know what else to do, he's just speechless with what just happened. Firda just silently listened to the voice of Bujang who slowly chanted the qalam-qalam Allah.

"When not going to the cafe? If the night is still crowded." asked Firda after Bujang finished reading the Koran.

"Tomorrow, why? Want to help in return for your debt?"

Firda poked her lower lip. Firda sebel, Bujang continues to remind of the losses that have been caused by him. And Firda did not dare to ask how much Bujang had spent, worried that he would faint if Bujang mentioned his nominal.

"Just ask, where's my phone?" Firda thrust his hand, Bujang even gave the mushaf he had just read.

"Read Qur'an! Don't just the device you hold, can you pay?"

Firda stared at the mushaf and Bujang's face alternately, he also taught kennel but only every Thursday night. That too, his father reminded.

"Start tonight, every ba'da magrib, teach. Start from Surah Al-fatihah then proceed to Surah Al-Baqarah twenty verses, ba'da Is'a can only hold a mobile phone."

Is this a njai teacher or what?

"Let's start! Don't worry Abang continues, later fall in love with aki-aki." Sarkas Bujang by lifting his chin tells Firda to open the mushaf.

Stammered Firda taught because he continued to improve his reading by Bujang, Firda until upset himself.

He had wanted to just finish until verse five, but Bujang glared at horror.

"Bang, yes, tomorrow connect again! My throat is dry." Firda whined while coughing, Bujang just sneered. He has memorized the drama of various titles made by Firda.

"Drink if thirsty, we pay until the adhan isya."

Firda immediately dropped his weight on the bed by leaning over, which Bujang cared about.

"Where can you get such a big phone?"

Die me.

Firda immediately sat back down.

"Are you just a student? Daddy bought it? No way." Bujang shook his head.

"Not Abang underestimate and calculate the sustenance of the father, if the father has excess money must be in the tube. There are still you and Raka who need fees, from Bagas? That's also impossible. If he gets a bonus every year, he'll buy it for himself or on the tube. He's getting married, too, so where do you get that expensive phone?"

Bujang stood up straight by folding both his hands on his chest, his eyes kept watching Firda's body language which had looked agitated from the beginning he asked about his cellphone.

"That's...."

"You're not a college chicken, are you?"

"No, don't take me too low!" replied Firda shouting.

"Casual, Fir! No need for emotions, so just answer. Brother Bagas, Dad and mom definitely do not know if you have a new phone that is still smooth. Remember, before you can honestly have an expensive phone from where, the phone is resistant" said Bujang stepped out of the room.

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