INSTA-Daddy

11

"Sha-War-Maaaa" I repeated for the third time he asked.

"You're kidding me right? You go buy your own shawarma." He jawed as he faced back on the TV screen.

"Well the nearest Shawarma store around here is on the next two blocks and you're the only one here with the vehicle to go there fast," I retorted.

He snorted arrogantly. He chose the 'Play Again' option on the screen.

I want Shawarmaaa!! Is this what they call a nasty craving?

A loud cry managed to escape my mouth. It was more a squeal actually-- like a three year old who wants mommy to buy her a new teddy bear. I stomped my feet and acted like a spoiled brat.

Don't judge me folks. A craving is a craving.

Tom ignored me and focused more on the game. My usual composed self broke and it transformed itself into something less- poised.

I stomped closer to him, standing behind the sofa's rear. It was my subconscious that made me slap the back of his head. He yowled and rubbed the back of his head as he flinched around to my direction. His Mario Kart character on the game fell from the loopy bridge and a large font of 'GAME OVER' zoomed in.

Tom sighed in annoyance and jolted the console on the sofa. His eyes leered in at me and it made me unconscious all of a sudden. Luckily, I remembered my craving again.

"I'm hungry you know. It's bad for a pregnant woman to get hungry. Do you want me to die out of hunger?" I hissed.

He snickered. "That doesn't actually sound like a bad idea."

I grunted and stomped one foot aggressively. The craving had expounded more. I felt a tear slip through my eyes-- something I couldn't hold in.

"Why are you like this?!! I asked for one thing! One thing!!!" I cried like a little baby who didn't get the present she wants for Christmas day.

I notice the expression on Tom's face began to change. His fingers ran through his hair as he lets out a deep sigh. He walked over the sofa's headrest and stood in front of me.

My tears continued to flow. And I continued to demand for Shawarma. I can't believe I'm having these tantrums over a certain food. A food that I would kill for just to get a taste of its luscious meat inside that soft warm crepe.

"Alright, alright! Ill buy you one. I need a new pack of cigarettes anyways," he said as he motioned towards the front door. My gaze followed him and my curved lips turned upside down into a smile beneath my teary swollen eyes.

He grabbed the doorknob, twisted it open and went out. Since he forgot to turn off the television and pick up his gaming console, I had to do it myself.

I held the gaming console firmly and placed it on the small dusty compartment underneath the table where my eyes caught my hand touched something as I glided the console in.

I picked it up only to find out that it was just a piece of photograph. It was dusty, a little bit smeared, and had a crooked tear at the top left. I slowly laid down on the sofa, my back leaned flat on the headboard. I raised the photo upwards and gazed deeply at it.

It was a picture of Tom-- only younger. He looked happy and innocent. I drew the photo nearer for a better look. I couldn't recognize the background because of the dusts but I can see Tom clearly. He still didn't have his cuff-crossed ear piercing I guess as my eyes glimpsed at his young naked ear. His hair was brushed neatly with his bangs brushed sideways over his forehead.

And there was a girl beside him in the photo. Although that part was completely smeared with black ink. I also realized that the smeared part had a scratched mark over it. The only thing I could get a hold of though was the girl's auburn hair-- err, I think it's auburn.