The Bujang Lapuk
Cravings

"Mas, you're early in the morning already motongi mango, anyway?" za asked as he just came out of the room and saw Fadhil was cutting a raw mango that must have been picking in front of the house. Mango trees are not so high but the fruit is very much.

"Suddenly want to" said Fadhil.

Next to the plate containing pieces of mango there is already sambal rujak. Gigi Za even to the point of pain heard Fadhil chew mango that is still fresh.

"Aren't you?" Fadhil offered the piece of mango.

"No ah" said Za. "Who's pregnant what am I? The feeling from yesterday that likes to eat your weird."

Fadhil chuckles. Since these few days he has often wanted foods that he does not usually eat. Including the raw mango that morning.

"That's it. I'm sorry to see you eating young mangoes."

Za went to the kitchen. Aunty Sarah is cooking for breakfast.

"What cooking, Tan?" tanya Za saw Aunt Sarah was washing the chicken.

"Chicken's opor cooking. Fadhil said he wanted to eat opor with lontong. It's still boiled lontong."

"Why not buy it anyway, Auntie. It's hard early in the morning to cook opor."

"Fadhil wants a ripe aunt,"

"Astaghfirullah's. There was Mas Fadhil. Clench the old man early in the morning," murmured Za.

Aunt Sarah smiled broadly.

"This is Za auxiliary."

Za took a knife to cut the potatoes. Because in addition to chicken opor, Fadhill also asked for fried sambal. Lebaran is still a long time but they've cooked it today.

Za prepares the spices and then smooths them with chopper.

"The potatoes do not need to be fried first so quickly," Za said. Frying potatoes takes a long time.

"Yes, your husband will protest against not eating" said Aunt Sarah.

"Forget. This who's pregnant who's cravings, anyway?"

Za also heats the oil to fry potatoes. But the sound of Alif screaming from inside the room made him stop putting potatoes in the frying pan. Fadhil seemed to ignore the keriwehan in the morning. He was still eating in the back.

"Ma, want some milk!" whinek Alif in a sling Za. The hot body temperature made Alif this morning a little fussy.

"Sit here, yeah. Mama make the milk first."

"The heat hasn't come down, Tan," said Za while making milk for Alif.

Za helps Alif drink his milk. "Not good, Ma." Alif put the glass back.

"Not good? Any time?"

Za tasted the milk he had just made. Suddenly his laughter exploded. It turned out that he took the white powder from a place not the milk that Alif used to drink. But milk for pregnant women that taste must be foreign on the tongue Alif. Aunt Sarah laughed at it.

"Dicated name, Ma. Let's not be wrong" said Alif.

"Smart. Mama will give me the name of the box." Za rattled the bushy hair of her son. He also made a new milk for Alif. The boy whines to stay accompanied by Za. Even though I drank milk.

"Already, let Auntie cook," said Aunt Sarah. Although .enu will be cooked a little complicated, but more pity if Za has to take care of Alif and help him cook. While Alif did not want to be separated from Za.

"Papa, huh?" persuade Za.

"No way."

Za sighed softly then carried Alif back to the room. Although Aunt Sarah has prevented it. Her pregnancy has not been two months. Still very vulnerable. Moreover, Za had to work hard to get pregnant. But how else, Alif if sick should always be close to him.

"Eh! Uh! Al, ask for a sling! Mami's stomach has her sister, Al. Mami's stomach hurts! Comeondown! hardik Safira who just came out of the room.

"For her fever" said Za.

"Is she?" Sapphira approached and placed the back of her hand against Alif's forehead. "God! Here's Kak Fira aja's hold." Sapphira took Alif from Za's sling by force because Alif rejected her. He brought Alif to the back when he saw Fadhil sitting on the terrace.

"Astaghfirullahal! It's even fun to do here. His son has a fever, here. Ask her to hold her mom. If the content of mami why-what how? No mrs?!" safira was upset.

Fadhil put the pieces of mango freshly eaten in half. Not taking Alif from Sapphira but looking for his wife into the house.

"Dad! You're okay, aren't you?" tanyanya while rubbing Za's stomach.

"No. Why why?"

"Next time don't have to carry Alif anymore. That's heavy. Why didn't you call me to help you?".

"No heart. I'm eating a meal."

Fadhil rubbed his face rough. "I'm sorry" he said and grabbed Za's shoulder.

"No papa, Mom. Not every day, either. Who pity Aunt Sarah early in the morning have you made riweh," circus Za.

"Yes how else. Suddenly want to eat the same opor made by Aunt Sarah," said Fadhil without regret.