Author And The Baby
Streets

Marina tried to smile as sweetly as possible so that the cold atmosphere, immediately melted. He saw the baby in the woman's arms, had not stopped crying. He then took the initiative to go to Abigail's former in-laws. "I'm sorry, Mom. Maybe Farrel wants some milk, ma'am. Where can I get hot water?"

"Oh, in the kitchen. Just sec. Minah!" yelled the woman.

A young woman came to fulfill her calling. "Yes what, Mom?"

"Please, help Babysitter Farrel yeah, she needs hot water for her milk bottle."

"Eh, let me, Ma'am." The maid reached out her hand to Marina.

Marina handed over a bottle of Farrel milk that already contained powdered milk while telling the required amount of water. The maid left immediately.

He returned with a bottle filled with warm water. Marina shakes the bottle and asks Farrel to the middle-aged woman. "Sorry, Mom. Can I ...."

"Eh, yes this is." The woman hands Farrel's baby back to Marina.

Farrel immediately sucked from the bottle after the bottle touched his mouth. He drank it greedily. The two looked at the baby who had stopped crying with a smile.

"It's smart to drink milk now, huh?" The woman pulled over Farrel's suckling bangs.

Farrel stopped breastfeeding and answered his grandmother's words. "Mk."

The woman laughed a little. "Darling, your mama is no more. Fine with your father," he said with a smile on the grandson he now sees.

"Mother will be able to come to the apartment if mother misses," said Marina slowly while looking at Farrel suckling.

"Or I'll come here often to bring Farrel, Mom" Abigail said from her seat.

"Mom won't bother you, Bi. You're busy working." The woman glanced at her husband and smiled.

"Between Saturday or Sunday it doesn't matter" the man replied.

The atmosphere melted beautifully. They began to be familiar again even though every mention of the name of the late house, there must be a tear but the misunderstanding has now been taken care of.

Half an hour later, Marina and Abigail returned home.

Abigail did not expect, bringing Marina to the house of her former in-laws instead brought peace. He did not even have to bother to explain everything, when Marina could reconcile the heart of her former father-in-law when talking.

It's really a miracle. Abigail occasionally glanced at the woman beside her in awe.

Marina noticed something strange with Abigail who kept glancing at her. "What's up, brother?"

"You were so good that I was amazed." Abigail bluntly.

"Oh, big brother don't joke," the woman replied with a hint of red on the cheek.

"Dad, that's right. Until my ex-in-law listens to you."

"Ah, Brother is very complimenting." Marina smiled broadly.

"No, that's right. Me alone, every time he went there was always mocked, but how exactly you he just wanted to listen to your words. That's, I wonder."

"That's a woman, brother. More understanding of my fellow women, and on, that's also the result of learning to write me all along."

"meaning?"

"So the author must be sensitive to the same circumstances around until the time of writing it can bring to life the characters of the characters he wrote. Also learn a lot of wise words so that the reader gets an example of what he reads."

"Oh, so. I was curious about the novel you wrote. What do you write on the app?"

Marina's face flushed instantly. "Ah, don't ah, brother. Embarrassed. I'm still a beginner, so I read a little."

"It's okay. I just want to know."

For a while Farrel moved his body in Marina's sling but then slept again. The woman restored the baby's hair that was starting to fall apart, to the side.

Abigail just smiled a little. "Mmh, how about we get Farrel to the nearest clinic."

"meaning?"

"Time, there's still Alena." Abigail took a deep breath in order to continue. "He's been to the doctor several times to check Farrel is also immunization, but I don't really understand taking care of it, I just pay attention. Maybe you can continue with Farrel's incomplete immunization."

"Oh, yes Brother."

"Later when it's time, you can tell me, so I can drive you. For now, let's just register Farrel at the clinic near the apartment. Looks like the clinic we went to the other day had poly for mom and son too, I've seen. We've just been there."

Upon arrival there, Abigail then checked Farrel to the pediatrician and he was grateful, the results Farrel was declared healthy with an ideal body weight. Doctors also scheduled immunizations for Farrel at this clinic.

Abigail and Marina walked out the front door of the clinic.

"Mmh, where are we going?" Abigail looked at Marina.

"Go home, right?"

"Mh, I want to take a walk."

"Where to go, brother?"

"How about the beach?"

"Beach? Farrel's gonna get hot, how's it going?"

"We're at the hotel."

"Hotel?" The female net was perfectly rounded.

"Eh, I mean, we'll just eat in the hotel, if it's hot. Uh, that's what it means." Abigail also panicked a bit as Marina looked mistaken.

"Oh, uh, yes." No doubt Marina's cheeks flushed.

"The air is also bright and not too hot. How's it?"

"All right, but we'd better get home because I don't have Farrel's milk supply."

"Oh, easy. We just need to buy something new on the road. You see, if we go home, the road is jammed but if we go there, the road is not crowded."

"Yes, already. Which one is good. "

In the car, Abigail looked bright. Of course because ever since Marina was with him, the black clouds that were overshadowing her shifted bit by bit away. His life feels light. One by one the problems are solved. Farrel is found, the former in-laws are now getting along with him and the veil of Farrel's disappearance and his wife's death is now beginning to unfold.

Slowly but surely, his life returned to normal and now he can breathe a sigh of relief. He wanted to relax for a while with Farrel and this adorable babysitter.

Half an hour later Abigail's car arrived at the hotel with a view of the sea behind her. The fresh sea air and the hot sun that is not so hot make Abigail choose to sit behind the hotel in the open while enjoying the fresh air.

Previously they took turns to pray in the mushola before ordering food.

Abigail who was joking with Farrel, enjoyed it while waiting for Marina to come. "What, Honey? Mmhs? Want what? Wanna see the sea? Later, Papa had lunch with Aunt Marina. Yea?" he said gently to baby Farrel.

The baby also tried to answer with words that were not understood.

Abigail could only smile at the baby's effort to communicate. Even so anxious, he kissed the baby's cheeks that began to round. "Mmh, Papa's son has started to be smart to talk?"

The baby raised his hand trying to achieve anything he could. The man tried to put down his index finger and the baby grasped it tightly. He was shaking his fingers but the baby's hand was quite strong. Back, the man kissed the baby's forehead out of pleasure.