Author And The Baby
Expectedly

Marina looked at her laptop. At first glance he looked at baby Farhan who was sleeping next to his laptop soundly.

Yos! Farhan's baby is asleep and the idea for the next chapter is in his head, but. Humm ... sucks!

Marina patted her cheeks a little hard with both hands and then waited for the result.

He finally rolled himself on the bed because he could not stand the drowsiness that whack. "Mmh, how is this? If Farhan's sleeping, how come Mami's sleepy too?" the whisper was a little whimpering.

He grabbed Farhan's leg and held it. Marina fell asleep shortly.

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Today Abigail came home earlier than yesterday because the business with the client was done and there was no report she had to check again. He went shopping at the supermarket and returned to the apartment.

Life returned like when he was single, making him confused how to. He thought of the cafe downstairs and wanted to go there. Is Marina there too? Ah, it's impossible. He has a baby.

He had passed the door of the woman's apartment and wanted to get closer, but again he was reluctant if it turned out that the woman was bothered with the baby or he was actually afraid of being rejected. Afraid rejected? Maybe I am afraid of rejection.

The cafe was a little crowded that afternoon but not for long. People began to leave and the chair that the woman often occupied returned empty.

He was relieved, for some reason. Though for a long time the woman had never appeared again in the cafe made her only able to daydream about the woman.

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Marina wakes up to hear Farhan's baby crying. He sat down and watched the baby. "Mommy's son wants milk?"

There was no answer except that the cry of the little one confused him. He tried to smell the baby's body on the bottom and smelled a slightly pungent smell. Soon he prepared equipment to replace the diapers.

After changing the diapers, Farhan's baby was still crying. "Want milk, too?" marina had to get back out of bed and make milk for baby Farhan. A moment later he came back.

Holding a bottle of milk to the baby, Marina turned to the mirror. Her hair was starting to fall apart and her face was a little thin. Not to mention around his eyes that began to blacken like panda eyes due to lack of sleep.

Why hasn't he been taken care of since Farhan's? Oh, of course you are. Farhan's schedule further messed up his life, but it didn't have to be so if only he could set his schedule properly.

Marina sighed softly. I haven't had coffee downstairs in a long time while sitting down. Then I can write, right?

The woman looked at Farhan who had fallen asleep. The milk is over. Do I take it down for a moment, because it's impossible to leave it alone here.

Marina looked back at herself in the mirror. Come, Marina. It's a great escape(this is your best escape). Use this opportunity while you can to raise your writing mood that has dropped lately. Yos!

He put Farhan's baby slowly on the bed, then began to open the closet.

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Abigail was still pensive when she accidentally glanced towards the entrance. He's surprised. Even he tried to blink his eyes to make sure that he did not see wrong.

Aye, right. The woman came to the cafe but with an innate that was quite troublesome. He holds a laptop and holds the baby in a sling in front of him.

"Cafe latte one huh?" the woman's message to the cashier.

"OKs. Anything else?"

"No. That's all." The woman then attempted to take the money in her pants pocket but had some difficulty due to the luggage.

"Mmd? Oh. Abigail?"

He remembered my name. The man smiled inwardly. "Eh, let me buy it."

"Eh, what?"

"You want more cake?"

Marina's face looks red. "No. No need to."

"It looks like your favorite cake is there. Red Velvet's."

Why does this handsome guy know my favorite cake?

"Yes, I happened to pull out my wallet."

Ah, her eyes embarrassed me. Marina suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Yes already. Red velvet one," the man told the cashier. After paying, he waited for the order.

"Later delivered to the table, sir," said the cashier saw Marina who was troubled by her luggage.

"Oh, so. Ok."

Abigail returned to her desk and Marina came to the table she used to sit on shyly.

The man was often he saw every time he went to the cafe because usually they often met in the quiet hours of the cafe, and Marina remembered it because only the two of them were there at that hour. But today is different. Today the man treated her and remembered her favorite cake. Is there anyone else that the man remembers?

Marina sat down and opened her laptop. She was so embarrassed to look back. The man ... The handsome man, did he notice him all this time?

Marina knows herself. She was not beautiful and her body was a little fat. There can't be a handsome guy who suddenly likes him because it was all this time he relaxed when he met the guy in this cafe, but today. Has he liked her for a long time?

The woman's face flushed. This thought is too high for me to be mediocre. He can't possibly like me. Marina's cheeks were hot. Am I thinking too much? Nah! Maybe he's just sympathetic because I'm carrying a baby right now.

Marina peeked at baby Farhan in a sling that was fast asleep. Sleep well, honey. Mami wants to write first, the woman's mind.

A cafe serviceman brought Marina's order and placed it on the woman's table. That was when Marina looked back. He nodded his head thanking Abigail for treating him.

The man smiled happily. It had been a long time since she had seen the woman and her arrival was so sweet that the woman now took the baby with her.

The woman ate her cake slowly while typing. He seemed to be enjoying his time there because he looked very focused. There is no cuteness there because he takes care so that his movements do not interfere with the sleep of the baby in his carrier.

When did Marina have a baby? Abigail just realized this. Didn't she ever bring her baby? Is the babysitter on leave, so she has to take care of her baby alone? Mmm, maybe.

That baby ... baby boy huh? Abigail could see a little while peeking at him. He suddenly remembered the baby Farrel. My son, where are you? Are you all right? Papa misses you.

She did not feel her tears dripping warmly past her cheeks. Just this time he felt like he had failed to become a father because of his broken marriage.

The tears were immediately wiped away and took a deep breath. He leaned his back against the back of the chair and tried to breathe calmly. It's not a failure I've created so I can't blame myself continuously, he advises myself inwardly.