Not Bucin's girlfriend

Cravings

I just opened Azam's message when I arrived home in the afternoon. I completely forgot, I was playing with my friends. Watching Korean dramas in the classroom because the teacher who taught did not enter. Responsibility, we watch until five, then we go home. We promise to continue on Monday. The story is really exciting. An angel who became a human being.

The message was short and it wasn't an overnight message I accidentally ignored. It contained only a few sentences, but it was able to make my heart skip a beat. I'm really happy!

Tomorrow we jog together, meet in Dadaha.

This was the first time he had initiated himself. So, tomorrow we're going on a date with a jog? Why does it sound elite? But, oh, no, I don't care. The important thing is to go with Azam. Although only running around the track running in Dadaha I was willing. Its alright. Tomorrow will be a historic day, Azam and I will go out together.

I smiled at myself imagining us running together. Then, find breakfast together too. Hm, what good to eat, yes, if breakfast with girlfriend? A pulp? Yellow rice? Cikur Rice? Rice TO? What else, huh? Should I miss out on food one by one?

Hm, then, what will we talk about later? Are we going to joke around like romantic couples in a novel? Why is it that when I remember Azam's face I can't imagine it, huh? Can he even joke? I doubt.

I got curious, when Azam was pregnant what her mother cravings, huh? How can you have a child who can't smile? Did he crav on a plywood board? How I became suspicious yes, just look at Azam's face if again passing, flat, no expression.

Why do I now even imagine the times where Azam's mother cravings? Maybe it will be like this.

"A, I'm laper. Want to eat." Azam's mother put on a clear face while rubbing her stomach that began to distend.

"Ouch, Nyai. Just finished eating a bowl of duck ramjak, continue to eat noodles that he said were two-packed handsome advertising models, now they want to eat again?" His father Azam complained, tired of having to find food that is difficult to find in the middle of the night.

Azam's mother pouted, rubbing back her stomach. "Dek, look at me. His father won't give us food" he said in a sad voice.

"Well, what do you want to eat this time?"

"I ... want to eat plywood."

BHAHAHAHA, crazy, really bad. It's like I'm fit to be a writer, huh. I laughed out loud without realizing Ana had entered the room. The girl carried the chocolate on the bed and hid it under the void.

"Teh Ina, let's play." Ah, my imaginary time is over. I followed Ana to the living room, then back to the room to bring a cell phone. Forgot that the message has not been answered.

I was worried that Azam and I were really married. What is the fate of our son? May his character not follow Azam. Horrified to be at home with many humans like him.

I also hope that if I get pregnant later I will not crave plywood. It is better to crave a cake that has many shapes and tastes. I want it to be cute, let the kids also be cute. Astaghfirullah, this is me. I've always been far away, anyway. I'd better get back to Azam's message and accompany Ana to play.

**What time is it?

6.

Okey**.