Please Let go of me
Chapter 17 - The seizure of young mangoes

The hot atmosphere increasingly makes Suci want to eat young mangoes, hoping if he can eat it. his tongue increasingly sour, if you think about it, want to immediately enjoy fresh fruit in the weather is very fitting. "I don't know where there are mangoes, where should I look?" his monologue groaned, unable to bear the desire of the fetus in his stomach. 

The next day, Suci asked the chairman for permission to go out of the foundation. Such a strong desire was determined to seek alone, because everyone was busy taking care of the children there. "There's nothing I can take with me, everyone's busy. Looks like I have to go for the sake of my baby-to-be." His murmur continued to walk, down the place and look around. 

Twenty minutes of walking, he also has not found a mango tree or fruit. The fatigue of walking made him stop for a moment, deciding to rest while massaging his feet that felt sore. "It looks like I have to walk again, maybe someone is selling young mangoes." he said as he wiped the sweat on his forehead, the intense heat stinging the skin made him a little dehydrated. Fortunately, he brought a bottle of drinking water to quench his thirst, treat fatigue and dry mouth.

From a distance, a high-speed jeep, surrounded by dust scattered. Sacred narrowed his eyes, it was quite difficult to see who was driving that car. 

The car stopped right in front of him, a sacrificial man still covering his face. Zaid jumped out of his car and walked over, frowning and wondering why the woman was reckless to walk alone. "You're so careless, I told you this place is prone to harassment. Are you deaf or do you not understand?" said Zaid who raised his voice. 

The saint bowed his head, justifying Zaid's words. But he was helpless, the desire of the fetus in the stomach made him want to eat young mangoes. "I've brought in other volunteers, but they've got a lot to do."

"What are you looking for and walking alone?" search Zaid.

"I want to eat young mangoes, that's all." The Holy Answer shed its tears, the first clasps were obtained from strangers.

Zaid was a little surprised, snapping at the two-bodied woman who was certainly very sensitive. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to yell at you." Feeling sorry later, trying to get an apology. 

"No problem" said the Holy One who lied, because her husband never raised his voice. "I miss Zufar mas," his increasingly sobbing mind made the sacrificial man waver. She does not know how to deal with a woman, especially those who are pregnant who are certainly sensitive. 

"Don't cry, I'm sorry. How I gave me a young mango, but I myself will look for it. You wait at the foundation, "the idea of Zaid to relieve the unstable emotions of pregnant women.

"Alright," the Sacred nod agreed, getting in the car and returning to the foundation. 

After delivering Saints safely, he immediately went to look for the young mango. Even he was willing to travel a very long distance, in order to grant the wishes of pregnant women. "God...Why do I sympathize with him? But yes, for the sake of the unborn child. Doing good is exhausting" he lamented, sighing.

"I want this fruit" said the two men simultaneously, making the children stare at the two men in front of them. 

"I am the first to arrive" said the man next to Zaid.

"Sorry, I'm the first one." Sahut Zaid did not accept. "I'll pay you double, give the young mango to me."

"Hey, can't be. I also want a young mango, that's for me and will pay for it three times."

The two men who were fighting over the young mangoes threw fierce gazes at each other, there were only three young mangoes in the hands of the seller. 

"Look, there are three mangoes. Two for me and one for you, how?" haggle that guy.

"No, that's not fair."

The two men continued to argue over the young mango, until the seller was confused. "One man one mango, that's the only solution for gentlemen."

"Good idea." Sahut Zaid and the man next to him in unison.

Zaid immediately left after paying the mango, giving more money to the seller had become his habit. "Who is he? If I don't think about that fetus, maybe I don't want to fight. Shit, I want to feel like I shot him in the head." 

"Ck, one young mango is enough for me?" the complaining man was none other than Zufar, marking the blue-eyed man wearing a turban.