Author And The Baby
Dinner

Marina wakes. Uh, what time is it? He saw a clock on the wall. Ah, it's afternoon? He blinked his eyes. My baby ... He searched around the bed, but was not found.

Slowly his memory returned. Ah, yes. I left it to Sila. Huh ....

The woman put herself back in bed. Farhan, you're not naughty, are you? He snorted violently and scowled. I miss that adorable little baby. As the baby cries, laughs, or her eyes look at Marina's face. He misses.

Uh! Isn't Abigail coming back for dinner? Why did I forget? I have to get ready. Marina sat down. It feels okay. Maybe I've started to get healthy, her inner self when it detected her body. He then shifted his body to the edge of the bed and began to descend.

Still a little dizzy but it looks like he can go take a shower. The man's suit wrapped his body and went to the bathroom holding on to the wall. He decided to take a shower.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and changed her clothes. He then stepped out of the room.

Oh, that plastic wrap ... Marina then brought the groceries Abigail had bought into the kitchen and arranged them. He also tidied up the apartment even though he could only do it slowly.

Mmmh, done. What else is it? Marina weighing. Oh, I have to write again. The woman went back to the room.

Hour passed. Someone opened the door to the unlocked apartment. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight." Marina got off the bed and slowly headed towards the door. "Oh, Abigail ...."

"Oh, Marina. Are you healthy?" The man was surprised to see the woman peeking in front of the door of his room. He's stunned. "I-I'm, uh sorry. I came in because I thought you couldn't stand on your own. Uh, sorry."

"Oh, it's okay. Hold on, I'll turn off my laptop first." Marina's back in.

Abigail immediately went to the table and placed the big box and plastic package she was carrying on it. He pulled out a chair and sat there.

Marina then came out of the room holding on to the wall and made Abigail stand up to help her. "No need. I can."

Abigail sat back in her seat quietly while watching the woman's path until she finally reached the table. The man helped pull the chair.

"Thank you."

"Mk." Turns out Marina hasn't healed properly. "Oh, yeah. Here I bring pizza for dinner with canned drinks so you don't have to bother washing dishes."

"Oh, thank you." Marina looked at the bule man. "I don't know how to repay him. You're too good to me when we don't know each other."

"Mmh, we're neighbors. Maybe it could be a friend?"

"Ah, why not." The woman smiled in response.

Abigail opened the box and they ate together.

"Mmh, your husband .. are you divorced?" ask the man carefully.

"Mmh, that's ...."

"Ah, stop. That's not what I mean," cut the guy off again.

"Mmh, what?" marina asked not to understand. He bit his pizza.

"I mean, I came here nobody gets angry, right?"

"Oh." The woman's cheeks were flushed.

"You're on your own, right now?" The man made sure. "For if I have a husband, I fear that he may come and misunderstand."

Marina smiled and held back a laugh. "Yes. I'm on my own."

"Ok, mmm." And the man was again confused as to why he should ask this. "Oh, I don't mean to uh ...." The man looked at the woman's face. What am I actually talking about? Not intending to approach him? I ... uh, really don't know.

The woman's charm had made the man's brain freeze. He could not think clearly about what he saw. Oh my God .. What should I say? Abigail scratched her head.

"Yes?"

"Eh, forget. I-I forgot what to say."

The woman laughed.

"Yes, I often forget what I wanted to say. I don't know why. Maybe I've been thinking too much lately." The man again scratched his head that was not itchy.

"Then, change the mood, sir."

"Talk to new people and go to different places."

"As it is now, isn't it?"

Marina thought for a moment. "Oiya. The brain is refreshed. It doesn't reduce the problem but it does add zest to the fight."

The man looked at the woman with a big smile. "Thank you."

"Together."

They eat in silence.

"Oh, can I ask you again?" back Abigail.

"Yes?"

"Those next door are your neighbors, right? He looks to be with you often." Abigail took the next slice of pizza.

"Oh, Anka? He's my neighbor's sister. He's been here a lot to help me take care of the baby."

"Oh, so."

"Why?"

"Oh, no. Just ask. Mmm, I thought you had a babysitter and your babysitter was on leave."

"Why do you think that?" Marina chews while frowning.

"Oh, because you just brought your baby in the cafe lately."

"Oh .. so."

Their conversation adds a little more to the familiarity of the two. Abigail was seen starting to feel comfortable talking to the woman so that her mind relaxes.

That's right Marina said. Talking to different people and a new atmosphere helps me forget for a moment my problems and calm me down. Hmm, Marina. What else can make me adore you?

The dinner was finally over. The two are reluctant to part but time cannot be stopped. Just hope there is a second time and so on that can lead them to not just friends, but to be patient.

Marina stood up from her seat.

"Eh, no need. You just rest. I can walk myself outside" Abigail said as she stood up. He prevented the woman from driving him to the door. "Hopefully get well soon?"

"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you." Thank you."

"You don't call me Father. I feel like I'm old."

They looked at each other and then laughed.

"Yes, alright, sister" Marina said with a small smile.

"Well, that's it." Abigail then paused and went out to close the door.

Marina sighed with a stifled smile. He smiled a lot because of that guy. Come on Marina, work, work! The woman stepped into the room.

While Abigail was whistling, she came to her apartment. Oh, Abigail. You're crazy, aren't you? You're fucking crazy!

Oh, I don't give a shit. He went into the room and threw his body on the bed with pleasure. Although conscience is contrary to self-desire, it tries to be selfish.

If everyone thinks I'm wrong, what if I just keep going on with this. Let everyone think of me as such but not Marina. He was on my side and I needed him. I'll hold on for him. There is at least someone who values me, and accepts my flaws.

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It's been an hour Marina's been staring at her laptop. He can't write anything. "Ouch." He threw himself on the bed and rolled to the side. He patted his own cheek.

Realize Marina, you are writing in part(part) sad, why your mind continues on the bule full of charm. Well, wake up Marina.

But he can't. The man's face constantly swirling around in his head made him unable to stop smiling.