Rajasa
Cravings

Nurmala's pregnancy is growing. His stomach looks bigger.

Amalia was very happy with her mother's pregnancy. Can't wait to see the birth of her sister.

Ryan himself enjoys his role as a husband and father. Even if he does not or has not fulfilled his duties as a husband.

As a real man. He is not immune in the face of the temptations that Nurmala. 

Nurmala is a widow. Of course, they have inner needs that must be met.

But Ryan understands Nurmala's attitude like a hot worm. Ignore and don't take a headache.

Because he didn't want to take a chance.

Not the type of man who likes a woman's body for his own sake.

Keeping his virginity for the woman who is destined to be his real wife.

His attitude made Nurmala feel anxious. Often feel down. Because of Ryan's cold attitude. Rejected himself.

Is he gay? Don't like women? But he fell in love with Edelweis. How can a gay person fall in love with a woman? Or he has health problems. Like heart or impotence?

Am I less attractive? My body is less sexy? My face is less sensual? Why is he like a cat that rejects salted fish? There really?

Nurmala pensively thought of Ryan's cold demeanor. They have been married for more than three months. His id time has passed. But Ryan still refused to touch her. Her pregnancy is entering its sixth month. His stomach looked increasingly distended.

He looks worried. Ryan was very kind and attentive. But all that he did was to fulfill his duty as a husband.

The reason Ryan didn't want to touch her. He never wanted to build a family with her.

He did it all just for Edelweis. It's lucky for a woman who's loved by a guy like Ryan.

Very respectful of women. Ryan could have played him. Moreover, she was not a good woman either. I don't mind if he gets played. Because it requires inner fulfillment. Since she became a widow. Realizing the weight of living a life as a widow. Especially related to the fulfillment of inner needs. He mortgaged his pride. 

Become Rajasa's wife to gain material and inner fulfillment. Doesn't make him proud at all. He knows as a woman. They have lost self-esteem. But what can he do?

Like any other pregnancy. Nurmala also had a cravings. 

Ryan is overwhelmed by Nurmala's craving.

"I want a neighbor mango. But you can't ask permission to take it."

"You mean how?"

"Take it and don't ask permission."

"That's called stealing. What's wrong with asking permission? It must be loved."

"Wouldn't! I don't want you to ask permission first." Nurmala whined while stroking her stomach.

"Can't be!" Reject Ryan.

"Can! Please!"

"You're just there. Your cravings are so weird."

"Please!" Nurmala's face was clear to make Ryan be unbearable.

"All right!"

"I also want to stroke the bald head."

"What do you mean, stroking a bald head? I'm gonna have to shave my hair?"

"No! You're looking for the guy whose head is bald. I want to stroke the head of the plontos."

"What?"

"Please!" Tears melted from both of Nurmala's eyes.

"You intimidated me with your tears and your pregnancy."

"I didn't mean that. Please!"

Ryan could at least have the heart to see the face of the slash let alone the tears of women.

"All right!"

Nurmala developed her smile, "Thank you."

For the first Nurmala cravings request. Ryan has been in trouble.

Ryan slid into the yard of his neighbor's house. A sweat was pouring down his forehead. His heart is beating hard.

Nurmala is there! Ask for mango but can't say. Oooo!

Ryan tried to climb a tree that was quite tall and rather slippery. With great difficulty he climbed. Choose some young mangoes. 

Down the tree when a voice rebukes him.

"Who is that? Move over!"

His heart seemed to be out of place. The sweat has dried up. Flood back.

In a hurry he went down the tree and ran out of the courtyard.

A flip flops about his head. Unheeded. His mind is only one. Run. With flakes. He came out of the yard of his neighbor's house. Run to his house as fast as he can.

Ryan gasped for air to open the gate of his house.

"You why?" Nurmala asked with an anxious face.

"I was thrown by someone who had a house. Caught taking the mango."

"You laughing at me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh at you."

"It doesn't matter what you mean." Ryan said, "I didn't experience this. If only, I would ask permission first to ask for the mango."

"I'm sorry! But I really want mangoes taken for granted. Without having to ask permission before."

"That's it. Don't talk about it. May your child be born soon."

"Dong remaster!"

"Yes, that's not it either. I mean, I hope your craving passes quickly and I can move on with my life in peace."

Kontan Nurmala laughed again.

Next cravings. Ryan's been hunting men all day with bald heads. It was not uncommon for him to be scolded and considered insulting.

"Mas! Don't be so rude! Why is my head bald?"

"Sorry mas. My wife's request is cravings."

"Not make it up! Cravings everywhere want young mango, food, cook with bald head? I can't believe it!" Sahut the young man who looks twenty-five years old with a fierce face.

You really got me in trouble. 

Ryan walked away from the angry young man. Walk in search of other more suitable candidates.

With a condescending tone he greeted an old man with a plontos head.

"Sir, I'm sorry, my wife is having cravings and wants to stroke her bald head."

"Pregnant women are often troublesome if they are cravings." The old man was wise.

"May ya sir mean if my wife rubbed my father's head?"

"Could only. But is it possible to rub the head of an old man?"

Bener too.

"Where's your wife?"

"No need sir. I'll find the others first."

"Why?"

"It's also father's talk. Fear of the same old man's not polite."

Ryan had a hard time finding people who believed his words.

"Sorry mas. Can you borrow his head for my wife's ingidious elus?"

"What's? You want to cut my head off?"

"No mas! Who wants to be free?"

"Father is more terrible than the Indians. They skinned their enemies' heads because of the war. We don't know each other and you want to slash my head?"

"I never thought of slashing my head."

"Don't lie! What did you just say?"

"I'd like to borrow a head mas for my cravings wife's elus."

"Your wife is carrying a child of the devil or what? How do people's heads get cravings?"

"Ouch! Don't misunderstand me."

"Misunderstand how? I want to borrow my head. My head needs to be removed first. Does my head have my nuts?"

"Oh mas! I mean, I want to take you home. Meet my wife. The head of the mas will be eluted to my wife."

The young man glared with a huffed face, "Don't look for an excuse! You cannibals!"

Ryan stroked the chest.

"You faggot want to elus-elus my head?" Tukas was a young man with a red face. Get ready to beat up Ryan.

"Not me! My wife."

"You're a pimp's husband or something? Putting your wife on someone else."

In the midst of his despair. A man with arms full of tatoo approached her.

"Your wife cravings?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want elus to be bald?"

"Yes. How do you know?"

"I've been watching you. Looking for someone whose head is plontos to be stroked by your wife who is cravings."

"Yes." Yeah."

"It just so happens that my head is plontos. I don't mind being caressed by your cravings wife."

With a glowing face. Ryan thanked me.