Author And The Baby
Babysitters

"Oh I moved on."

"Moved? Pi-moved to where?" Anka was so nervous and surprised.

"Not far from there. One floor even. That, to my friend's apartment at the time."

"Your friend? Which friend of yours?" Anka tried to remember. "I think your friend I know is just that bule guy."

"Well, that's right."

"Cowok that bule!" Anka surprised.

"Why indeed?"

"You're staying with him?" Anka was afraid of hearing wrongly.

"Yes. Oh, I work as a babysitter."

"So babysitter?"

"Yes. Turns out the baby I've been taking care of is his missing son."

"What's really, brother?" Anka was surprised.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can't you?"

"Okay, I'm confused too. Since his wife was dead, he gave the babysitting to me because I already knew Farrel."

"Farrell? Who's Farrel?"

"Oh, the baby's name is Farrel."

"Oh. Mmh ...." Anka was silent for a moment. "Can I go there? This is a gift from Kak Sila to Kak."

"Mmh, I can." Marina gave Abigail's apartment unit number.

Anka didn't waste this. He wants to see Marina all the time. He then went to Abigail's apartment.

Abigail had just left the room. Last night he couldn't sleep well because he heard Farrel's baby crying in the middle of the night, but it wasn't long. Marina seemed to have managed to make milk so that her cries could not be heard anymore. There were two times he woke up and the second one seemed to Marina had joked with the baby because of the sound of the baby laughing.

Abigail was not bothered that she missed Farrel's voice as she cried and laughed, which she had not heard for a long time. It was as if he wanted to be present in Marina's room looking at everything. Look at the little guy's laughter and the woman's laughter. Definitely charming. Farrell laughed with him.

It turned out that Marina had brought out bread and jam on the dining table.

"Oh, it's here." Abigail pulled the chair. He was still pulling his messy hair.

"So Abigail wants coffee? I made you?" Marina emerges from the kitchen.

"Oh, no need. I don't drink morning coffee. I'm ...."

I heard the doorbell ringing. Abigail.

"Oh, maybe it's my neighbor, brother. A minute, huh?" Marina came to the front door. " Oh, Anka."

"Oh, so you're here, brother."

"Yes." Yeah."

Abigail looked towards the door confirming who was coming. Anka who saw Abigail from the door nodded her head at the man.

Abigail returned. "Oh, we'll also visit there!" abigail shouted from her chair.

"Oh," Anka answered briefly.

A second later, the sound of a baby crying. Apparently the baby was surprised to hear Abigail's loud voice earlier because Marina's room was open because Farrel was sleeping in Marina's room. The man immediately went into Marina's room to retrieve Farrel's baby.

"Is that really the baby?" Anka still can't believe it.

"Yes, I'm confused. All this time I've been holding her she doesn't know that the baby I'm raising is her son."

"So the baby was kidnapped?"

"I don't know. Definitely not his wife who gave me the baby."

"His wife? He said his wife died?"

"Eh, here, brother. Oh, I forgot." Anka handed the gift package to Marina.

"Thank you?"

"Eh, he said he was going to the apartment." He asked Abigail's promise just now.

"Yes ... might want to thank you for helping take care of Farrel."

"Oh, so."

Marina had wanted to close the door but Anka kept asking. He was confused, did not dare to drive away the young man because the young man had helped him a lot but he remembered his duties as a babysitter and now Abigail who was taking care of Farrel. "Eh, sorry, Ka. I have to work first. Mmmh .. ngurus Farrel," he said a little reluctantly. "Let's talk again, shall we?"

"Oh .. Yes, yes, no papa." The young man then retreated and the door was closed, but he looked happy. Marina did not go far. He cheerfully returned to his sister's apartment.

Marina went into the room immediately. Abigail was holding Farrel while talking to him.

"Mmh, Papa's son is awake? Mmm, what do you want, honey? Do you want milk or a bath, mmh?" The man rubbed the hair on the baby's forehead.

The baby tried to talk. " Ahum, ahum ..," he said slowly.

"Mmh, what's Papa's son saying, honey?" The man then realized Marina's presence. "Oh, Marina. Is your friend home?"

"Oh, yes. He brought the results of his walks yesterday." Marina placed the plastic wrap on the bed. "Aren't you going to have breakfast or make some tea?"

"Oh, no, Marina. I can make it myself." The man handed Farrel's baby to the woman. "You made hot water, didn't you?"

"Yes, Brother."

"Yes, I did it myself. Mmm, Farrel wants anything, I don't know."

"Maybe take a bath because of the smell of the ashes, brother." Marina kissing Farrel's armpit makes the baby laugh. "Bau asem, son of Mami, uh son of Aunt." The woman glanced at the smiling little Abigail seeing herself misbehaving.

"Can you bathe the baby yourself?"

"It feels like it can, brother, if there's a bath. 'Did you buy it yesterday?"

"Yes, let me know if anyone can't, but I'm here so I can help."

"Hopefully I can, Brother." Marina put the baby in the crib in the room. He then prepared the baby toiletries while Abigail made her own tea and took it to the dinner table. He ate jam bread for breakfast.

Before long Marina came out with Farrel who had taken a bath.

"Eh, Papa's son has taken a shower. Here and there, Papa wants to kiss first." Abigail carried. He smelled Farrel's baby hair. "Mmh, smell Papa's son." He looked at Marina. "How come you didn't have breakfast?"

"Eh, later, brother," said the woman, ashamed.

"You have breakfast. There's bread to eat."

"But it's good, brother."

"Nice why? You're ashamed of me, aren't you your friend?"

"But, Brother."

"Marina," cut Abigail. "We're friends and help each other, that's all. You helped me take care of my son so it's only natural that I give him a wage. I don't know when you need my help either."

"Aren't I being helped?" said the woman was embarrassed.

"You just don't know what you're doing to me. You took good care of my son when I was worried about his whereabouts, and you also helped me out of this predicament by bringing Farrel back. You even believe in me where so many people I know don't trust me.

You believe without knowing who I am. Isn't it just a good friend who can do all that for me?"

With her face still timid and cheeks flushed, the woman smiled. "Sister praised me too much. It's overkill."

"No, Marina. You are like that. A good man. We are friends so there are no superiors or subordinates here, because we help each other. Don't be too formal with me. Breakfast alone, I'll keep you here because eating alone is not good."

"Yes already." Shamefully the woman sat on the chair she pulled. Abigail accompanied by tea while carrying Farrel.

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