Replacement Ribs

29. Cravings

"Geek!"

Tristan tried to spit out his guts in the sink. But nothing came out except the clear liquid. Her diet has been pretty messed up lately. He often ignored his morning meal. And his nausea this morning may be the result of his negligence.

Many times he tried to get his stomach out. Standing in front of a sink of nearly fifteen was such a torturous thing for him.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?"

Silvia came to Tristan and nailed the man's neck. But Tristan hurriedly brushed it off.

"Can you knock on the door before you go in?!"

"I've knocked on the door many times. But there's no answer" Silvia argued.

Tristan tried to get his stomach out again. But it still ended in vain. He left the sink and laid his body on the sofa.

"Get me some warm water, Sil!" he said slowly with his eyes closed and his hand on his forehead.

Silvia grunts. Tristan has always been. Sometimes it explodes, a little later he'll be back to normal. Too often received such treatment makes Silvia numb and often indifferent to the attitude of his boss.

"There was no breakfast anymore. Can I order some food, Mas?" Silvia held out a glass of warm white water.

Tristan straightened his back and received the glass from Silvia's hand without intending to drink it. His head suddenly dizzy and felt very heavy. He threw his back into the back. This morning was too bad for him. It feels unable if all day the dizziness must torment him.

Some of the food on the application offered by Silvia was rejected. Although Silvia mentioned some of the food she liked.

"What do you want Tristan to eat?"

"Buy me, Sil. The fruit selects all the acid."

Silvia could hardly believe Tristan's request. Even he asked to confirm the request that he thought was strange. Tristan does not like many kinds of fruit. Just some fruit he likes. Especially those who felt sour, the man would never want to eat it. And this time he asked Silvia to buy a fruit that tastes sour. How astonishing.

"But it's still too early, Mas Tristan hasn't eaten either. His stomach will hurt."

"I tell you, Silvia! Don't argue!"

Silvia rushed out of her boss' room before the lion roared again. He asked OB for help to buy rujak with order details as requested by his boss.

After waiting for almost half an hour, he returned to Tristan's room with one mica containing slices of fruit and one small cup of sambal. The man who had been on the sofa suddenly got up and opened the plastic bag that Silvia had placed on the table.

Silvia to the point of seeing Tristan eat raw mango fruit that is still hard. Even the sound of his crisps was heard by him.

"Where did you buy it, Sil?" tanya Tristan on the sidelines enjoying the fruit that is chocolate into sambal.

"Aris bought it."

"Send to buy again."

Silvia. The content of mica on the table even just reduced a few pieces. And Tristan asked to buy it again.

"Still less, Mum?"

Tristan nodded while chewing. "Make it noon. Delicious, nih. You don't want to try?"

"No ah. Grip."

Tristan chuckles. Then again take a piece of young mango that saw it can already imagine how sour the taste of the fruit.

***

"Don't you love what's in your stomach?"

"What the hell, Mom? The name is also pingin," said Kirana who lately always wanted to eat spicy food. Three meals a day always with meatballs or something. Kirana refuses to drink pregnant milk. Even eating vegetables that had never been missed, now he was reluctant to eat vegetables. It was certainly worrying about his mother. Because pregnant women intake of foods that are many nutrients for the growth of the fetus.

But Kirana just ate as she wanted. More often than not eat his mother's cooking. The defense from the father made Kirana get a fresh breeze.

"Let's go, Mom. Like my mother never had a cravings.'

Kirana smiled broadly. Then spend the rest of the sauce that stayed a little.

Kirana is very grateful, she has never experienced morning sickness like most pregnant women. There was no food rejected by his stomach other than vegetables. All washed out as long as it feels spicy. Kirana who used to not like snacks so much, now almost every day she stops traveling food vendors.

Kirana is still in her usual activities after being discharged from the hospital. Although so far nothing has happened to worry, her mother still feels anxious.

The woman is indeed too protective, especially when knowing Kirana's pregnancy that had to undergo bed rest. She always warned Kirana to take good care of her baby candidates.

Although still in the womb, sydah looks as dear as Bu Ambar to his future grandchildren. Even because it was too happy to welcome Kirana's pregnancy, Bu Ambar held a recitation. Kirana plans to hold her show at the age of four months. And although Kirana's gestational age is just past two months, every day the woman rubs Kirana's stomach. Praise and hope for his future grandchildren.

"Nana to the factory first yes, Mom," Kirana said after putting an empty bowl in the sink.

"Why what?"

"You pick up Syifa and keep nemenin she find the ingredients for bridgesmaid."

"To Jogja again? Naw. I don't want to go there. You don't remember 'cause you were so tired driving back and forth, you almost lost your baby candidate?"

"No, Ma. Just here. Nana go first, Mom. Assalamu'alaiikum." Kirana grabbed her purse and rushed out regardless of her mother's screams trying to prevent it.

Ms. Ambar could only shake her head at her daughter's behavior. The more here the behavior the more installment. It's not that it's getting calmer because soon it's going to be a mother.

Kirana drives her car to pick up Syifa at the factory. The afternoon with the stinging heat makes him reluctant if he has to hot on a motorcycle to go to the fabric store. After all they would carry many pieces of cloth.

Syifa's wedding event will be held quite lively. Of course, on the will of both families. Syifa and Baraka were just willing to obey them. Although the concept of the event still involves both brides-to-be. From the frequent discussion that Syifa and Baraka relationship is getting better. The two no longer put on a jutek face when they met. Accept each other because maybe both are destined to be a match.

The concept of the event by carrying pastel colors became the choice of Syifa. And now he is asking for Kirana's opinion to choose the color of the cloth to be shared with his relatives and also Baraka's relatives. Because all color choices are left to Syifa.

After choosing long enough, Syifa according to Kirana's choice. Dusty color adjusts the concept of tent color and decoration. For color choices, of course Syifa does not doubt Kirana's ability in color mix matches.

It took a long time for the store clerk to cut about 100 pieces of cloth. Kirana also invites Syifa to go somewhere.

A motor showroom opposite a fabric store.

"Gapain come here, Na? Want to buy a motor?" ask Syifa curiously.

Kirana also nodded.

A sales man greeted them. Ask the motor that Kirana wants. Kirana confidently pointed at one of the motors that made Syifa turn. The reason, Kirana chose a sport bike whose price made her breathe.

"Na, really want to buy that bike?"

Kirana nodded for sure.

"Make what the hell? You want to ride that big bike? I said Miss Ambar, yes."

Kirana. Showing her row of white teeth. And he casually replied.

"Want to."