That boy is my wife!
Ngidam Mangga Muda

"Baby grandpa says he wants young mangoes. But it must be Mang Yudi. Om Ferdi knows, mango tree manalagi which is at the end of the intersection. Well, the baby's grandpa craved the mango," Jiya said without sin.

I glared at him for a moment. "Must be that one?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tonight as well?" ask me again, please worry.

Which made Jiya snort sharply at me. "Well, it's Om, Jiya's cravings now. Time he follows tomorrow. Don't want to, our kid keeps checking, huh?"

I was threatened so, kontan shook his head quickly. Well, who wants his child to be born seems unnatural, just because the fit of nyidam is not obeyed. Amit-amit is the baby, mah. If possible, hopefully my son will be healthy next.

"No!" rada ngegas.

I saw Jiya smiling with satisfaction. Then bring his face closer to mine, to whisper something.

"What are you waiting for, man!" the construction, which I couldn't resist right then and there.

And like this. I ended up in front of the door of the room that Jiya had closed tightly, causing a loud bang. Not to forget, he also threatened me, if tonight can not get mango manalagi his Mang Yudi.

Fate-fate, why fit in my house immediately so husband afraid of wife, anyway?

Today was my stay at Momi's house. But, I can't stop thinking Jiya will crave Mangy Yudi's mango. That's how he told me to pick him up tonight. Hadheh.

With heavy steps, I walked out of the house lethargic. What I didn't think would attract the attention of Pak Tarno who tonight was caught in the night shift.

"Well, Den. Why are the gini nights out of the house? Want to eat again, yeah, like that time?" tanyanya, which makes me look up my head. To look at him who was still standing by at the guard post, near the gate of my house.

"No sir, I'm looking for mangoes." I retaliated, which Pak Tarno responded with harshness.

Maybe he thought I was joking.

"Den Ferdi mah, can just find jokes change ala gaffer. It's crisp, but it's enough to cheer me up."

Nah, kan. Really thought again to laugh. I'm serious, this. What, I still can't explain the situation? If I have a sprain with BGT.

Only, I responded to the words of Pak Tarno earlier guyon as well. So I don't really get dizzy.

After a short conversation with Mr. Tarno, I began to go on my mountain bike to the intersection at the end of the complex where Momi lived. Precisely to a house painted blue salty eggs, which on the left there is a mango tree manalagi large and towering.

The mango tree that has been a silent witness of me, from small to mature as it is today. Which I used to climb with friends my age after returning home. Of course, secretly.

"So inget ancient times, every one of the fruit is thick like this. Definitely will not hold for a week," I continued again, still monologue.

For a moment I looked around. Looking around for a foothold or something that could help me get up there. The end of Mang Yudi's house has long been uninhabited.

Many say he moved because of business affairs abroad. But until this moment, there has been no sign of the trunk of his nose back.

Because of that, there are rumors circulating among the public that Mang Yudi's house is haunted. Because it's been empty for years. Although, still electrified.

Unfortunately, I did not find anything after repeatedly searching for something that could help me to climb up the wall. Then pick a mango that is right near the wall.

Therefore, I decided to climb the wall with the ability I could. At first it was quite difficult, especially I have not done sports for a long time. It felt like the muscles of my hand were being forcefully pulled right then and there.

Fortunately, I was still able to do it. So after climbing the wall, I immediately picked up some young mango on the tree with a mouth that did not stop saying prayers.

Hope if you are picking mangoes tonight. Not accepting interference, and any obstruction.

It feels enough to take mango fruit manalagi. I decided to go back down there. Right where my mountain bike is parked.

But not careful when going down. My feet slipped, which made me fall on the ground with no human.

At that moment I wanted to scream out my emotions. Moreover, this apes because it must fall from the top of a tree that is quite high as well.

And all this I did for Jiya and my unborn child. Well, even though you have to suffer this way, even walking is difficult. However, I was quite happy to be able to fulfill my wife's craving.

With a flickering step, I went home like a kingpin. Making Pak Tarno who saw and thought I was a beggar who wanted to beg at these hours for a break, immediately shouted from his guard post.

"I'm sorry Mas, this house doesn't accept beggars being jam-packed at all" his words came to a halt after looking at me.

"Well, Den Ferdi? Why look like this kind of shit? Where does Den Ferdi get mangoes?" ask him a lazy streak I answered.

Instead of replying, I just smiled. Before going back into the house to clean up who had fallen in the pool of water.

I knocked on the door of the room slowly, hoping that the rese boy had not slept yet. Moreover, after bathing like this, I became more and more want to quickly wrestle behind my blanket.

The reason is that I didn't get any answers, other than the door knobs that had not been locked all this time. Huft, so panicked a few minutes ago, I didn't even notice.

As for Jiya, after I managed to enter that one in the room. The restless boy even slept soundly while hugging the bolster with a picture of Kim Taehyung's face which he brought from Mamah Vivi's house tightly.

"Huft, Jiya, Jiya. It could be, the husband slam bones and hard work of martial arts cariin you mango, until dikatai like a gembel like this. You even slept well first, I don't know where? While I have to get to the whole thing for the sake of two mango manalagi, which you ask for with a craving reason." I monologue while justifying Jiya's sagging blanket.