Young Girl For Mr. Duda

The Cravings of Pregnant Mothers

"Mas, I want melons!" rengek Nata while pulling Darren's work shirt.

Hearing Nata's request made Darren sigh heavily. For the first time his wife was cravings, cravings things that Darren found strange. He probably knew the ramjak could be with any fruit, but not with melon.

The man massaged his forehead which instantly pulsed in pain. Want to reject the wishes of Nata, but who asked him his future son, the successor himself. Darren again exhaled repeatedly, facing Nata who was pregnant did require extra patience.

"Mas ask Mommy to make it, baby. Seben—"

"Well to buy, Mas!" Not yet Darren finished his words, Nata first cut it.

The man again breathed. He pulled Nata who was sitting on the bed to stand up. Hugging Nata's waist slightly tightly, the man looked intensely at Nata. However, still implied gentleness there, he did not want to make his wife feel intimidated.

"Where are you looking for melon rye, Beautiful?" asked Darren gently.

"Rujak seller, Mas," Nata said innocently.

Darren exhaled his breath violently. If not where else is the seller of rujak? Yes, the shoe seller, gini very bini cave, said Darren in his heart.

"Darren, Nata! Breakfast first."

As she was about to reply to Nata, Alisha's cry asking them for breakfast stopped Darren's mouth from making a sound. Darren looked at Nata who put on his sad face, the man sighed rough before finally pulling his wife's hand to the dining table.

"We'll have breakfast first, yeah."

Arriving at the dinner table, their eyes catch Alisha who is arranging the dining table and Thofid who is drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. Seeing that Nata immediately released Darren's hand and walked up to Alisha. She felt bad for not helping Alisha this morning.

"Here let Nata help, Bun," said Nata volunteered.

Nata exhaled his breath rough. Just putting food on the table Alisha and Thofid forbid it. She was like the queen in the house, treated like a child instead of a daughter-in-law. Choosing to obey Alisha's words, because she knew refuting would end up in vain.

Switch to Thofid who just finished his activities. The middle-aged man unintentionally looked at the child's face, he frowned. Darren's face is very tangled, it looks very clear that his son is thinking about something.

"What do you think?" ask Thofid while putting the paper.

"Nata cravings melon, Dad. Where are you looking?" sahut Darren listless.

He chuckles. "Make it yourself" Thofid replied casually.

Darren glanced at him. "Want to buy."

"Eat it as well as make it you think first. Now eat the melon's ruhak."

"Father is less moral."

...***...

Yana looked at Cellyn who was fondling her sister. He stared questioningly as the woman with the status of her birth mother was wearing a negligee instead of clothes that he thought were good. Yana observes Cellyn's clothes with a judging look.

"Tante why wear dastel? Not good clothes. Embarrassed to know, anyway?" chirps Yana.

Cellyn who heard that stopped her activity. He was silent, his heart was slipping. There was a pain that greeted her sweetly. The flat-pitched speech managed to make Cellyn's heart throb pain.

"I'm sorry if you're shy, Yana."