I'm Not a Wild Grass

Cravings and Marriage Plans (POV Erlan)

Since we learned of Laila's pregnancy, my extended family and Mama Papa, and Darman (her sister Laila) have welcomed the news with great joy.

Everyone now became more attentive to my sweet wife. And all the words that came out of Laila's mouth, as if to be an edict that would be fulfilled by anyone who heard it.

Like when the age of Laila content enters the age of three months for example. At that time Laila was still experiencing the first three semesters of her pregnancy. So nausea and vomiting is still quite felt every morning.

Once we were staying at Mama Ilmaya's house. And Laila who was looking at Papa Gilberth's pet fish in the backyard suddenly said that she wanted to eat grilled fish.

His words seemed to be heard by Buk De Ayu, the chef at Mama's house. And just go straight. During the day, Buk De Ayu prepared a special grilled carp menu for my wife.

There was also a time when Laila decided to eat fruit jamblang.

"What is a fruit?" Ask Laila.

"That's a fruit that's shaped like a wine but larger in size, Yang. It tastes sweet. The color is also dark purple, Yang... buyin yes..?" Pinta Laila spoiled to me.

I am confused by the form of the fruit of the jambang was the end of his study on Mbah gugel. Only then did I finally know the form of the alien fruit. Without dizzy, I immediately searched for it in Sopi, a shopping application that is quite famous.

Unfortunately, almost all the online stores I visited turned out to have sold out their products. When I asked the seller, he said it is not the current season of the fruit.

Duh. It's hard to be true that I. Then I tried to persuade Lailaku to replace it with another fruit. Even though I received Laila's frowning face, my wife wanted to also replace her cravings with other fruit. Matoa fruit. The fruit from which Laila's last name was obtained. Laila Matoa's.

Hh.. And I also repeated the fruit-seeking activities desired by my wife. But I no longer study with Mbah Gugel. Instead of directly looking for it in the Sopi stall. And thankfully, even though I had to pay hundreds of thousands for her size, I managed to also get that matoa fruit for Laila.

Matoa fruit is a typical fruit plant of Papua. But the spread also reached the island of Sulawesi and Maluku. This fruit grows spread in the lowlands to a height of ± 1200 m asl.

Matoa trees thrive in dry soil with a thick layer of soil. And the climate that supports its growth is a condition with a fairly high rainfall (>1200 mm/year).

As soon as the order of the matoa fruit until the next day (i deliberately ordered the purchase that day when Laila asked for it), I took a taste of the matoa fruit. And it seems pretty sweet.

The flesh of the fruit is chewy like rambutan fruit. And I was quite confused to see Laila spending half a kilogram of matoa at a time. And I know very well that my wife does not like sweet.

But indeed, since her pregnancy, Laila began to like sweet foods. I'm guessing it was her innate cravings. I hope the one who likes sweetness is our daughter. But somehow my hunch says that Laila's cravings for sweet foods are caused by male fetuses.

Mama Ilmaya also said that she suspected her future grandchildren who were conceived Laila like her was a son. Either one or two.

My prayer is so strong, so that at least one of the fetuses being conceived by Laila is female. Aami..

Day after day goes on. My relationship with Laila is getting more grateful at every moment. My gratitude grew even more, as Laila asked me for permission to wear the hijab, aka veil. And I obviously supported Laila's wishes straight away.

At that time Laila was no longer vomiting like the months before her. So he often asked for permission to visit our besan candidates, aka Nunik.

It really is my wife. It seems that he intends to marry our future son to his baby daughter Nunik and Kak Aryo. I just agree with Nunik's words.

It's okay if what Laila wants to betrothed is our son-to-be. But if he wants to match up our future daughter too, eits! Wait up! It's still a long time for me to let my daughter be touched by any boy!

"Are you that way, Yang? That's called discrimination know! Why can we mate with our sons, but our daughters cannot be betrothed? That's not fair it's called!" Laila protested against me.

Patiently, I gave my explanation.

"Because the girl is a jewel, Yang. So we have to be selective in choosing candidates for our children later. Mending will wait for him to grow up. If there is a guy who dares to propose to him, we can look around and assess what his people were like. Don't make fools out of babies. Just like buying a cat in a sack dong! It is still not clear that boys will grow up to be good men or not. Isn't that right, Yang?" I said explain.

"Yes we choose the seedlings of good parents, Yang! Nunik Kayak! Nunik is good! Aryo is good too!" Laila.

"Yes, they are good people. But dear Laila, not all fruit will fall near from her tree. That is, there are also fruits that fall rolling, continue to keceplung into the river, continue even stuck in the comberan. Hii.. Doesn't it stink, Yang?" My sloth is metaphorical.

"You're so complicated! Speaking of people's children kok dianalogiin like that fruit!" My Dumel Laila.

"I mean tuh, which is not all children can be successfully educated by good parents to be good children too. There are many stories, kiyai children help it. The teacher's son robbed it anyway, Yang. So for our future daughters, do not play the match-match is yes, Yang.." ask me to Laila.

"But why don't you ban me from dating our boy too, Yang?" Tanya Laila was curious.

"Yes whatever it is mah. That boy has a duty to be a priest. So if he has a wife, yes he has an obligation to educate his wife to be a good person. So inevitably he will also think for himself to find a good wife. Indeed, you think there is a man who wants to find a wife who is not real, Yang? Not that!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Yang. Sebreng sebreng seknya guy, surely he would expect to have a good wife too. Unless she's as amorous as I am, Yang. So even if I get a wife like you, I mean, as sweet and as good as you are, I'm still going to choose you and won't be tempted by other girls, Yang.."

My last words were deliberately spoken in a hurry. Because I received a plot from Laila that captured the negative image of my sentence earlier. Luckily, Laila didn't prolong the problem. And he just ber ho oh only after hearing my explanation.

"Oohh. That's right your word, Yang. Judekah. If so, I'll just mate our son with Baby Nan" said Laila.

Baby Nan is a nickname for her baby daughters Nunik and Mas Aryo. It stands for Nania Mirah.

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