Baby Yumi had one rule in life, a rule stronger than bedtime, snack time, or even cuddle time: when she has a rambutan, absolutely no one is allowed to watch her. Not Cici, not the humans, not even the passing birds. That rambutan moment was private, serious, and deeply personal. 🍓🐒😤
It all began when she spotted the bright red fruit on the table. Her eyes widened like tiny moons, her little fingers twitched with excitement, and she darted forward with surprising speed for someone so small. She grabbed the rambutan with both hands and ran to her favorite corner — the “do-not-disturb” corner she believed was invisible to everyone.
But of course, nothing Yumi did was ever hidden from Cici.
Cici quietly followed, curious and amused. She had seen Yumi’s rambutan obsession many times: the dramatic guarding, the intense sniffing, the slow peeling as if opening a treasure chest. Today was no different. What was different was how quickly Yumi noticed she had an audience.
The moment Yumi felt Cici’s eyes on her, she froze mid-peel. Then she turned her head sharply, staring at Cici with a look only a baby monkey could pull off — wide-eyed outrage. Her tiny mouth formed the cutest pout as if saying, “Don’t watch me! This is MY moment!” 😠🐒
Cici blinked innocently, pretending she wasn’t watching at all. She looked at the ground, at the ceiling, at her own hands — anywhere but Yumi’s precious fruit. But Yumi didn’t buy it. She scooted deeper into her corner, hunching her body protectively around the rambutan like a squirrel hiding a secret stash.
Whenever Cici shifted even slightly, Yumi let out little warning chirps. Not aggressive, just dramatic — the baby monkey version of, “I’m serious! Look away!”
Eventually, Cici sat down quietly, giving Yumi space. And that was all Yumi needed. She peeled the rambutan with complete concentration, lips smacking loudly as she enjoyed every juicy bite. Her eyes softened, her body relaxed, and she finally looked peaceful.
When she was done, sticky-faced and satisfied, she waddled over to Cici and plopped into her lap — as if all the earlier drama never happened. Cici groomed the fruit juice from her cheeks while Yumi chirped gently, full of love.
Because even though she demanded privacy…
Yumi always returned to the one she trusted most. ❤️🐒✨