Just One Feeling's

Cravings

Andin was in a hurry to get back to his house. He knew he had to get to his house before Ziban got there. Of course he did, after seeing his interlocutor nod. That was enough for Andin. It was enough for him that, the man he had met at the cafe, allowed him to hurry away.

Andin ran out of the cafe. Approaching the ojek base, which is not far from the cafe. He should, take ojek. Remembering, the driver who delivered it earlier, he had told me to go home. And I'll pick him up again, later. If Andin had given it up. And if, Andin was preaching it now, it was a waste. Because, it will take a lot of time to wait for the driver to pick him up.

Finally, he decided to go home on a motorcycle whatever happened. He ignored Ziban's return, banning him. Which forbid, to ride ojek. The most important thing right now is to go home before Ziban. That'sallthatis.

A few moments passed. Andin paid the taxi driver who drove him to the gate. His eyeballs had not yet been circulated around him. He just focused on the taxi driver. After paying, the taxi driver left Andin. Andin of course immediately turned his body and entered through the gate. Which was opened by the security guard when Andin just arrived.

Just a few steps past the gate of his house, Andin sipped his saliva heavily. Seeing a car that is very familiar to him, parked carelessly. He then faced his face to the security guard who was still standing firmly around the gate.

"My husband's home?"

Ask Andin. I hope the security guards shake their heads. Vain. Yes, a pointless question. Sure oes.

"Non Andin. Just got here. Maybe a two-minute gap with Non Andin."

Without answering or even responding again, Andin immediately stepped out of the guard. That's not Andin. Who left others alone. Even the workers at his house. He always appreciated them all. This time, however, I was nervous. Realizing the fact, that Ziban had reached the house before him.

Already near the main doorway, Andin's heart was racing. Also his stomach, which suddenly contained millions of flying fireflies. He took a long breath. And take it out slowly. However, this did not give him the slightest peace of mind. His anxiety remained on him.

Dare not to dare, he had to open the door. The main door was perfectly open. With Andin still motionless stepped forward his legs. His hands trembled slightly, looking at Ziban who was standing in front of him exactly. With his hands folded in front of his chest. A sharp eye highlight was also shown by him.

Andin ventured, to look at him more clearly. He saw, Ziban who was still wearing her neat clothes since morning. That indicates, that Ziban who had just arrived home. Andin was very sorry for himself, who had pulled over on the side of the road. Even if he knew, he was in a hurry.

"Where?"

Evidently. The question that Ziban would say first. Andin knows that.

"From that.from..."

Answer Andin stammering. He certainly won't tell the truth. That he just met someone at the cafe. And that someone, is a man. Ziban won't like it. Of course, it will invite new problems for him.

"Where?"

Ziban asked the same question a second time.

"From that.what...emm..buy fruit."

Buy fruit. Yep. The right answer. Finally, Andin said the right thing. Not entirely wrong. Because Andin, indeed had stopped by the roadside, to buy fruit.

"fruits? Not a lot, at home?"

"This fruit, it was never at home. Besides, I don't really like it either. But, for some reason, all of a sudden, I want to eat it."

Andin felt more relaxed than before. Because what he said was the truth. He moved his feet toward Ziban. He opened his black backpack that he had been carrying on his back since. For a long time, he did not wear his favorite backpack. Probably since he graduated from college.

Andin also began to open his backpack without being ordered. He took a plastic bag. And opened it, for the purpose of which Ziban could see it. Ziban narrowed his eyes. Look into that plastic bag.

"Water guava?"

Andin nodded. Ziban was silent for a moment. Then suddenly, his eyes twinkled. This time, Andin was confused by him. Ziban hugged him instead.

"What the hell is it, mas?"

Andin certainly did not let himself, dissolve in his confusion.

"You're craving, baby."

Ngever?

Not directly choosing to respond to Ziban, Andin actually prefers silence. Think about it well. Remembering the pills he took.

"Other times, if you want anything, don't buy it yourself. If you don't want to tell me, tell whoever's in this house."

Ziban's words kept him from thinking about cravings. He breathed his breath a sigh of relief. Because Ziban did not ask him any more questions.

Ziban released his embrace.

Ziban flanked Andin's cheeks with both hands.

"Aren't we going out?"

Andin squinted his eyes. Ziban smiled at him.

"The Mbok..."

Not giving an answer to Andin's question, Ziban called Si Mbok in a slightly screaming voice. With a little frenzied, Si Mbok came not intermittent for a long time.

"What's the matter young master?"

"Turn my wife to my room. Make sure he eats and then rests."

Mbok smiled in agreement. Andin seemed to disapprove.

"But I..."

The cup!

"Shut up."

Instantly Andin widened both of his eyes. "Truly shameless! Look, there's Si Mbok here!" Like that, Andin's shock intent.

Ziban did not seem to feel guilty at all. Here, only Andin looks embarrassed. He also controls himself to be ordinary, like Ziban.

"Well, I'll go first. Remember that! Don't go anywhere. Stay in the room."

It was Ziban who was about to reach Andin. Only, Andin moved faster by pushing Ziban's body. That he did, of course, so that Si Mbok did not see Ziban's behavior to him again.

Ziban did not take a headache about Andin's encouragement. His face looks fine. He started leaving Andin and Si Mbok. Andin intercepted him for a bit.

"But you haven't had lunch, have you?"

"Ah, this husband of yours, is full, dear. Especially after knowing that you're cravings."

Ziban ran out of the house without hearing any more answers from Andin.

Does he really feel like I'm having a cravings?

"Let's non, Si Mbok deliver to the room..."

The Mbok did not give Andin a chance to think. Finally, Andin just nodded. Then they both went to the room.

After a while, they both arrived.

"Non Andin, rest in the room only. According to husband non. The Mbok will bring food for Non Andin."

"The pills are still safe, Si Mbok?"

"Of course, non. Why is it, non? Isn't it her schedule to take the pills again?"

"Ah, just ask."

The Mbok smiled warmly, nodded, then left Andin in his room alone. Suddenly Andin's phone inside the backpack rang. He breathed his breath.

"Huh, just left. Already called. She must have missed me, you son of a bitch."

Andin's grouse is slow. Remembering Ziban had just left not long ago. He took his phone. And stared at his phone screen. He scrunched his forehead. Apparently the assumption is wrong.

"Hello?"

"Are you home, Miss Andin?"

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