PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 41

Zahra was feeling very relieved now. Rosa's not the woman who's after her husband. Rosa is getting married to Cio.

“Zahra wait.”

Zahra who was about to enter the bathroom turned her body back and looked at Faza curiously.

“Ya.” His saute.

With a flat face Faza approached his wife.

“What was that? You call Cio brother, the same I used to not. Then you shut up and just resigned as Cio held your hand. Are you happy to be taken with him? Yes?”

Zahra raised her brow confused by a line of dislike questions thrown by her husband.

“From the first time I called him brother, right? If the same you are not him there is already his own call that is Mas Faza. Do I need to add any more calls for you mas?”

Faza. Seeing Zahra being touched by another man Faza was really feeling hot. Although it was indeed that person was Cio, his old friend himself.

“Ah yes I forgot. I have a question for you too. What is Buntek? why does Brother Cio call me the Buntek?”

Faza blinked both his eyes. Faza used to call Zahra the Buntek. Of course because Faza does not know or close to Zahra. Buntek, is a term for Zahra from Faza because Zahra's posture is quite short and his body is slightly contained.

“I know what Buntek mas means. Butts are short and fat, right? So you used to mock me like that? You call me Buntek because I'm not like your friend who is beautiful and tall slim? Yes?”

Faza stuttered to himself. His intention to get angry at Zahra was just like a master's eating weapon for him. Zahra was angry with him.

“Tega you are doing me physically.”

“A me..”

“Pokonya tonight you do not deket deket same me who is Buntek this.”

Upset Zahra then walked in and closed the bathroom door with a slight slam.

Faza was shocked to the point of gently rubbing his chest. Just this time Zahra got angry until she slammed the door.

“Loh, even so he who is angry is angry anyway?” Faza rubbed his wet hair rough feeling frustrated.

“This is all because of Cio. Fuckin' asshole.” Faza Umbat.

Faza stared at the bathroom door for a while then passed.

Zahra was really angry with the name of the Buntek who Zahra believed was the name of Faza first for him. Because Zahra Cio is not a person who can carelessly insult people. Although Cio is a little silly but Zahra knows Cio is a good person who may not like to insult others.

Zahra sighed with her back to Faza. He covered his body with a blanket to the limit of his neck.

Slowly a smile began to adorn Zahra's lips when she remembered the remark that Rosa would marry Rosa.

“Nothing Rosa is not one of the women who likes my husband.” Zahra's mind then began to close her eyes.

Unlike Zahra who seemed to be asleep closing her eyes, Faza actually looked restless and agitated. Faza still could not accept what Cio did by holding Zahra's hand. For Faza, no one can touch a tiny bit of his wife's body other than his.

“Awas later if he really did not give me permission to come to his wedding.”

Faza let out a rough sigh. Faza's fury changed his position from sloping back to Zahra to supine looking up at the sky of their room.

Faza turned his head to look at Zahra who seemed to have been breathing softly and regularly. That's a sign that Zahra really slept well.

Faza asked inwardly. During this time Faza always underestimate the jealousy of his wife which is sometimes a little outrageous.

Faza took a deep breath and exhaled him slowly through his mouth. Faza could not lie to himself. Seeing Zahra in a jar by Cio last afternoon made his sweet potato feel boiling. Coupled with the KAK call that Zahra gave to Cio. It really did make Faza's ears hurt to hear it.

“Already Faza.. Take it easy, Zahra is already yours. No one dared to approach him.”

Faza again sat inwardly trying to expel the uneasiness of his heart and mind.

“OK, now you better sleep. Forget it and let go of everything. God will take care of all yours Faza.”

Again, Faza nodded. This time it was accompanied by a nod of the head before Faza finally completely closed his eyes and started wading his sleeping flowers.

--------

The next morning at Faza's parents' house.

“How about mah?” Ask Papah Faza while chewing on a sandwich made by his beloved wife.

“How does pah?”

“Please plan yesterday to bring Faza and Loly together. Succeed no?”

A smile on Faza's mama's lips slowly etched adorning his lips. Mamah Faza looked at her husband with a meaningful gaze.

“Mamah has not told ya to papah?”

Papah Faza stopped chewing the sandwich in his mouth then shook his head.

“But.” The answer.

Mamah Faza sighed and drank the water in his medium-sized glass and left him a little.

“Tau no pah.. Yesterday mommy managed to persuade Faza to take Loly home. Well... Although Faza still did not want to eat Loly's cooking anyway.. But no papa, mamah will not give up. Mamah is sure Faza will definitely change his mind someday and realize that mamah choice is indeed the best.”

Papah Faza nodded his head nod despite being a little unsure. Papah Faza actually did not make too much fun for Faza to be with Loly. The tall man only believes that all his wife's choices are the best.

“But mah.”

“Why pah?” Tanya mamah Faza frowned looking at her husband.

“Unfortunately Loly can actually cook?”

Mamah Faza frowned looking suspiciously at her husband.

“Papah has the same doubt as mamah?” Tanya Sinta looked at her husband with both narrowed eyes disliking.

“Ya is not what it means mah.. Only in the present age the son of a rich man like Loly can cook it really rare loh mah. What's more, both parents will have a name very rarely even maybe almost no girls who want to plunge into the kitchen to wrestle with sutils and pans. What else is the smell of raw onion which is often avoided by children today.”

A smile on Sinta's lips again adorned her lips.

“Pah, mamah it's very sure Loly. Mamah's own friends who tell that Loly is indeed diligent and versatile. Your friend cannot lie. He's a good friend since mamah SMP first.”

Papah Faza nodded again. Not sure exactly. But rather than his angry wife, it's better to just say it. I thought Papah Faza always.

“Pokonya papah just believe it. Your choice is always the best. What else if for the son of a mother. Mama can't be careless.”