Those Who Want My Body
Anwar Ngidam Mas

'Why did Anwar not say anything about the person who sent the package? What is on Anwar's mind? Is Mas Anwar worried about me?' There are all sorts of questions in my mind.

Tin. The sound of Anwar's car horn. Anwar knew I was home. It's Anwar's custom to know I'm home. Unknowingly I ran small towards the front door, approaching Anwar mas. I myself feel confused, what should I say to Anwar mas first. About my pregnancy, about my illness or about that person?

Anwar got out of the car with a white plastic bag, I don't know what it was. His face looks sad, I don't know what happened to him.

"Assalamualaik." "Waalaikumsalam, what did you bring?"

"From morning I felt unwell, even to the point of vomiting. But there's nothing that I spit out. On the way home, I saw a traveling sapodilla seller using a motorbike. What I think, it seems good to eat sapodilla." Mas Anwar put sapodilla fruit basket after washing it.

"But we ate? Have you taken medication?"

"It." Anwar hugged me tightly.

Long enough Anwar hugged me. Anwar and I kept quiet without a word. Anwar's embrace was soothing. Since arriving at the house mas Anwar has not realized the package that I keep on the table. Currently, Anwar is enjoying the sapodilla fruit he bought on the way home earlier.

"What's that good about mas? Did you forget to offer me?" I smiled lightly mocked Anwar.

"He... I also don't know why I can get distracted with this fruit. Since buying, I can't wait to eat it." Mas Anwar chuckled after hearing my words.

"I was wondering why I didn't want anything. It turns out that the cravings aren't me, but Anwar's mas." I find it very funny to see Anwar eating sapodilla fruit.

Mas Anwar looked at me as if asking if he hadn't heard wrong. I nodded slowly, as a sign that what was on Anwar's mind right now. Mas Anwar immediately hugged me, repeatedly expressing gratitude. The sound of sobs began to sound behind my back. I didn't think Anwar would cry at the news of my pregnancy. I know, this cry is the happy cry of Anwar.

"I'm sorry mas." Some falling tear-eye soaks into Anwar's back.

"Why should I apologize?" Mas Anwar took off his embrace.

"I have often been angry about my diet and many other things. I am the source of the problem. The doctor told me that there were cysts on each of my ovaries, and they were quite large." My cry broke as I said about my illness.

Word by word spoken by the doctor, I delivered it to Mas Anwar. Again Mas Anwar hugged me tightly, he gave encouraging words.

With his hand, Mas Anwar wiped my tears that had continued to flow nonstop.

"So, is it true that you don't want anything at all?"

I just shook my head slowly.

"How's this? Why be a craving? Now I really want to get a ci*man from you." Mas Anwar bent his body and pointed towards his cheek.