Forced to Marry My Maid's Son
Cravings

Akhyar and Andina arrive at the apartment. They went back to their rooms with bags of groceries.

Akhyar threw his body onto the bed. As her eyes closed, Sania's scarred face appeared on her head. His chest was tight to see the sadness in the eyes of the woman who once filled his days.

Due to exhaustion, Akhyar unconsciously fell asleep. He was awake when the sky turned dark. Hurry to check the clock on the phone. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw that it was now twenty.

Akhyar came out of the room. He stepped slowly while looking around. The apartment felt empty. No sound was heard.

Akhyar's stomach is ringing. He walked into the kitchen to see if anything could be cooked. As he approached the stove, he found fried rice in a frying pan.

Akhyar ruffled his waist. He was confused as to who was cooking the fried rice. He looked at Andina's room. He slowly shook his head, thinking there was no way Andina could cook.

Akhyar's stomach is ringing again. He no longer cared who cooked the fried rice. He took a plate and took the food in front of him. He smiled widely because without the need to waste time cooking, he could fill the stomach.

Akhyar sat at the dining table. As he put a spoonful of fried rice in his mouth, an unpleasant taste spread on his tongue. He tried his hardest to swallow the food. But in the end, he coughed. He ran to get water to drink. He held it up to three glasses.

“What food is it?” Akhyar's chest is up and down.

His tongue still feels strange. From the looks of it, the fried rice looked ordinary. However, it feels really bad. Spicy and salty into one. That spicy and salty taste was completely unable to be tolerated by his tongue.

 Akhyar took the plate from the table, then threw the fried rice on the plate into the trash can in the corner of the kitchen. His head felt dizzy after eating fried rice with a strange taste and a hungry stomach. The plate in his hand fell until it broke.

Akhyar clucked in annoyance. He took out a broken plate on the floor.

“What's up? Why did the plate break?”

Akhyar looked back. Andina stood in pink pajamas there.

“Who cooked the fried rice?” ask Akhyar to Andina.

“I cooked it. Wh why? You ate the fried rice?” Andina laughs. “How does it feel? Cute?”

Akhyar stared cynically. “It was the worst food of any food that ever got into my mouth. It is not even worth mentioning food. It's like poison.”

Not offended, Andina laughed. “Eatya, if there is food do not origin put in the mouth. Ask first, who's got.”

“Argh!”

Akhyar really can't focus right now. His hand was hit by a broken piece of glass. He groaned in pain as blood started to come out of the wound on the tip of his middle finger.

“Gosh, you are really careless, yes.” Andina shakes. He stood up, then went to the room. Not long after, he returned with a P3K box in hand.

Andina placed the P3K box on the dining table, then pulled Akhyar towards the tap. The watered blood continued to flow slowly on Akhyar's finger. Andina's hasty return pulls Akhyar to the dining table.

“Sit,” order Andina.

Quickly, Andina dripped an antiseptic onto Akhyar's wound. Plaster to keep the blood from dripping again.

“Lucity small. So, no need to cry,” said Andina, closing the P3K box.

“Abviously I look like I'm going to cry?”

“Slight.”

Akhyar turned his face. He had his own trauma to the blood. If there was a look of fear on his face, it was not a strange thing.

“All this is because of that inhumane fried rice,” grumbled Akhyar.

Andina laughed again. An hour ago, he cooked the fried rice based on a recipe on the internet. However, it turned out that it felt completely destroyed than he had expected.

“Wait a minute.” Andina took the P3K box to her room.

“What are the three boxes? This big?” Akhyar could not hide his surprise. From the box, the portion of pizza that Andina bought was supposed to be for three to five people. “You've eaten two boxes?”

“New one box. Two more boxes, later. I put it in the oven later before eating.”

Being very hungry, Akhyar immediately ate the pizza. He didn't even realize Andina was back in the room. A box of pizza was quickly consumed.

“Finally.” Akhyar patted his stomach. He sipped two glasses of water, then went to his room.

Confused about what to do, Akhyar goes to the living room. It opens a streaming app on TV. The series that is often discussed by his friends when on campus.

Akhyar tries to go back to sleep after two episodes. Damn, he really can't sleep anymore. When he remembered not having cleaned the glass shards earlier, he hurriedly worked on it before being stepped on by it. Then he went back to watching TV in the living room.

Not noticeably, the wall clock indicates three o'clock in the morning. Akhyar turned her head when she heard the sound of Andina's bedroom door being opened.

“What's up?” ask Akhyar.

“I want to ask for help,” said Andina.

“Ask what please?”

“Belikan martabak cheese.”

“Buy cheese martabak?” Akhyar stared at the wall clock. “What time is it?”

Andina rolled her eyeballs. “Indeed, you don't know? That cravings never had regular time. Can crav anything and when aja.”

Akhyar scratched his head. He looked at Andina's stomach. It was not her who made Andina pregnant, then why did she have to bother fulfilling her cravings?

“If you don't want to, yes already. I went alone.” Andina turned.

“It's crazy yes it's female.” I jumped off the couch. Arrest of Andina's hand. “What really can't be delayed? The pizza was still one box left, ‘kan?”

“I don't want pizza anymore. I want a cheese martabak,” insisted Andina.

Akhyar ruffled his waist. He stared at the floor, considering what he should have done.

“You want to buy it or not?” ask Andina. “If you don't want to let me go.”

“Jam so far where there may be martabak seller open?”

“There. On Cambodia Street, after the red light. Some are open from midnight until seven o'clock. I've bought.”

Akhyar sighed. “OK. I bought. You wait here. Pregnant women are troublesome, yes.”

“Try if you know what it's like to be pregnant, surely you won't say like that. Buy martabak doang, not take baby everywhere nine months already chatty aja.”

I went to the room to get my jacket. He then rushed away. When we reached the hotel lobby, it rained heavily. The lightning kept appearing a few times.

A chat from Andina broke into Akhyar's phone as she was about to turn around.

‘Online taxi ride only. I've transferred the money to your account.’

Akhyar read the chat with annoyance. “I'm not the baby's father,” his grunts are responded directly to with a very strong thunder.