I Know Your Secret's

Many Wants

Today is Gazza's birthday. Not a luxury quite simple, we held a Gazza birthday event in the back of the house while making a family picnic.

"happy birthday dear brother." I hugged him tightly. He chuckled softly and returned my embrace.

"i pray you get married this year, and then make a bang for me!!" I was welcomed by Gazza.

"by the way it's too far" he said but stroked my head.

"my sister has changed as it turns out, now you are more beautiful after the hijrah."

"oi..oi don't praise my wife!" gerutu Zayyan is not far from us. I rolled my eyeballs lazily, "bang, don't get jealous ya." I stared at him.

Zayyan seemed to throw away my face, so I had to walk towards him to calm my big baby.

"cih, damn child, look at him" grumbled Gazza throwing an apple at Zayyan's head. Zayyan grimaced in pain from being hit by an apple from Gazza.

"fuck you here I reply!!!" his screams chased Gazza, my tribe immediately fled. I shook my head to look at the two of them like children.

"so how's El?" I looked at Elisha who was quietly drifting away. Elisha looked at me with a smile, "get ready, we will gather in Gazza's room." he said.

"buset, does it have to be decor over there??" ask again.

"iyaa, how else. If outside is afraid of being caught suprise from us." obviously Elisha was called by me. I glanced at my watch, "El, it's time." I reminded him. He nodded and pulled my hand towards Gazza's room. I sent my husband a message to bring Gazza to where we were.

I can see Elisha looking nervous while holding a pretty gift box. I was so amazed by him, who sincerely made it with his own sweat.

bang, may you accept his true intentions.please look on in dismay, hope the plan we made goes smoothly.

***

Three months have passed since Gazza's birthday. I combed my hair while staring at the window.

"hmm I want to eat mango mudaaa fruit." my mummy tempted with mangoes hanging on the tree mango belongs to my neighbor. I don't know why I want that.

"geez my stomach seems to be getting bigger, am I eating too much??" my murmurs looked at my distended stomach. Yup, lately I often chew snacks, for example at midnight I walk to the kitchen eating chocolate bars, donuts, and all junk food. But it doesn't make me full.

"what are you doing there?" ask Zayyan who just went into the room. Seeing that my husband had just arrived, I immediately approached my husband.

"i want mangoes!" I said to do point.

Zayyan was confused, "in the mango?"

I nodded quickly, "yes."

"ooo okee, I'll buy it at a mini market near here" he replied, taking the keys.

"i'm iuuut!!" seruku made Zayyan sigh resignedly, "yeah already,ayo." he asked but a second later he blocked my path.

"oh, why are you blocking me bang?"

"heh, look at your shirt first. You're out in that filter suit, over!" zayyan glared at me from top to foot. Indeed lately Zayyan is also more possessive than usual and only he can see the curves of my body.

"jeez, forget sorry hehehe." I grinned and changed my clothes. After a few minutes, I finally finished wearing clothes not to forget also wearing a hijab.

"yeah?" she looked at me, and then she took the jacket and put it on me.

"beyond the drizzle, so we go in the car" he said and put a jacket on him.

"where are you going?" gazza looked at us about to leave the house.

"you go away."

"titip." exclaimed Gazza approaching us.

"we are not a tipping service, buy it yourself." ketus Zayyan stared intently at Gazza

"i'm not talking to you stupid, I'm talking to Dasha, right deck?" the thrill is looking at me.

"it's a wad if the nitip is the same as me." I cried as I held my hand towards Gazza.

"cih, tickle your times." grumbled Gazza, then he snatched his jacket and car keys. "let me go alone." he walked past us.

"well it can go alone, be careful bang!!" I cried while chuckling softly. Gazza looked at us intently and got into the car and drove his car away from the yard.

Zayyan and I giggled at Gazza's irritated look, and we got into the car. Zayyan and I enjoyed a wet ride with heavy rain. We are in the mini market,

"you just wait here, let me go buy" said the man, releasing his seltbelt.

"don't want to, come along. Let me pick later."

"rain Dasha, you'll be bored dear." explained Zayyan patiently.

"okay suit us, if I win you stay. But, if you win, you can come." challenge Zayyan.

My widened smile accepted that interesting-looking challenge, "okee who's afraid."

"suy!!!" exclaim Us simultaneously.

"yees I won!!!" my cheers when I saw the suit of my index finger was more victorious than Zayyan's pinkie.

"yes, put the hood there."

"buahahaha ngakak,open hood saji bang,tapii hood jacket." I cried poor Zayyan speech.

"heh,whatever. Quick down!!" he said, I can see he's holding his shame. We ran into a mini market.

"he said he wanted to buy mangoes, but why did you buy this much snacks?" zayyan's protest was careless to see me already carrying a bunch of snack food in my hand.

"all bang,hehehe." I grinned slowly, Zayyan stroked my head and walked towards the fruit.

"bang, not that mango!" I protested when I saw Zayyan trying to put one mango in one piece of plastic. Zayyan turned to me with a surprised look, "where do you want mangoes?" tanyakanya.

I was looking for the mango I wanted right now, but I didn't find one that looked good in my eyes.

"not here. He's different." I said again.

"sweet fragrant mango? mango honey? or how mango?" ask Zayyan again

"don't know her name, but she's beautiful."

"what do you mean by mango?" zayyan asked confusedly. He didn't seem to understand the mango I wanted.

"green color."

"Dasha is all green!" zayyan

"hehehehe is maap, do not gass also dong."

"he is.who's fast?" asked Zayyan, the man seemed to be holding back his anger and chose to be patient with an abstract wife like me.

"not here" I said in my opinion.

"want to find somewhere else?" asked Zayyan to glance at me, I thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

"okay bentar, do not go anywhere this is still raining" said Zayyan then sauntered to the cashier to pay for my snack earlier. After we finished paying, we ran back to the car.

"it's cold" I said wagging my slightly wet shirt. Zayyan instantly turned on the car's heater.

"what are you drinking?" zayyan asked me to suck my drink.

"banana milk." I said back to sip the banana milk, "you want to bang?" I looked at Zayyan. The man quickly grabbed my banana milk and gulped it down.

"bang Zayyaan!!!" my yelling.

At home, I bent my face indifferently. Remembering my banana milk was gulped aground by Zayyan. Zayyan restrained my arm from heading straight up, forcing me to follow him.

"why?" I stared at him.

"i forgot we should stop by to buy mangoes." Zayyan, sluggish,

"yes I picked up the mango that was begged!" point me towards the next-door neighbor's yard. Zayyan again nodded and walked to the neighbor's house and asked for permission to ask for some mangoes, I followed him from behind.

"which one?" asked Zayyan looking for mangoes that hang a lot on the tree after getting permission from the owner of the tree, then we picked the fruit.

"that's what I want!!" I was greeted by a sharp look from Zayyan.

"heh Dasha, these mangoes are not ripe yet." Zayyan protested.

"try first, it'll be good!" seruku again. Inevitably Zayyan had to climb so that the wife would not be angry with him anymore.

"nah" said Zayyan after taking the mango, although he was not sure about the mango that was too young.

"thank bang!!" I said as I hugged her, Zayyan instead of returning my embrace, she grabbed my ear.

"it's really good to say it." Zayyan grumbled

"fuck it, I'll make it again" I said walking into the kitchen.

Zayyan stared at me from behind, no matter what the man was thinking.