Author And The Baby
Baby Carriage

Abigail checked the baby carriage. "Marina."

"Yes?"

"Who do you think is good? This or that?" Abigail pointed with her chin another baby carriage that was a little away from them.

"Whichever one, whatever, Brother," said the woman timidly.

"Eh, don't be. Who often wear it later. Try, which one is more comfortable to wear with you." Abigail stand. "This will be below, so where you put Farrel stuff, such as milk bottles, change clothes or groceries so practically just push."

"I prefer the dark blue one."

"Why?"

"Like the color."

Abigail who was serious about seeing, had to hold back laughter because Marina chose based on color instead of shape or function. "O-okay. Are you sure this one?"

"Mmh, whatever, brother." Marina wasn't sure.

"Eh, it's not like that. I asked, are you sure? Not blame."

"The dark blue."

Again the woman chose the same thing.

"I mean, that dark blue one is a bit big. Are you comfortable pushing it? This black one is rather small, matching your body size which is not too high. Color, can be found. This little one, there's a dark blue one too."

The woman just nodded.

"So?"

"Just as big brother."

Abigail scratched at the top of her head that did not itch. Finally he bought a smaller train with a dark blue color.

The farrel is then placed in the car with the head slightly raised. The baby still feels foreign to the car. He roamed with his net every inch of the train in wonder.

Abigail squatted in front of him. "How, Honey? Like?"

The baby's hands were twitching with his mouth blabbing indistinctly.

"Sounds like ya?" The man smiled wryly. He looked at Marina who was standing behind the baby carriage. "Farrel is starting to weigh. For a long time, your back could be bent."

"If it's a sling, which feels like a shoulder," Marina said as she removed the sling and backpack to put on the bottom shelf of the baby carriage.

"Oh, yeah. That's your backpack, right? Farrel doesn't have a backpack? Then, just buy it here." The man then disappeared between the shelves in the store. Soon he returned with a beautiful yellow bag with a cartoon image of a doll. "Good, right?"

"Oh, yes. It's funny."

"You want to buy another for Farrel or for you?"

The woman's face was bright. "May you take a look, brother?"

"Oh yeah, go. I'm waiting here."

And Marina is shopping a lot of little trinkets for babies. A baby feeding set, baby aprons, some milk bottles with larger sizes, baby milk bottle cleaner, baby bite toys, and others with interesting cartoonish motifs.

"You bought all this?" asked Abigail in astonishment. "'Can Farrel not eat yet?"

"Eh, but this is a funny motive."

Abigail is still flabbergasted.

"Eh, then don't you." Marina became embarrassed and realized she was overreacting. He wanted to return the items he had taken from the store shelf but then the man held back the basket Marina was holding.

"Eh, no. We buy, we buy."

"But ...."

"It's okay. Who takes care of Farrel who understands. I wasn't. We'll just buy it, okay?" The man tried to encourage Marina. He does not want the past to repeat itself as it was with his wife. Now he's more afraid of losing Marina, more than anything. He was willing to give in so that the woman would not sulk and ignore herself and Farrel.

Soon they came out of the store pushing a baby carriage. The woman looks happy. Abigail relieved. At least past experience taught him to be more succumbing even though he had also often succumbed, but indeed both Marina and Alena, they are different people.

Although the female side is complicated but still looks practical. Maybe because Marina is a former office worker and his wife is home-based so the thinking patterns are different, but I don't know. That was how Abigail felt about Marina. The woman looked more relaxed facing many things like herself.

"Why, Brother?" Marina felt herself being noticed by Abigail so her cheeks flushed red.

"Ah, no, but I always felt like that woman was explosive."

"Mmh?" Marina widened her smile glancing at the man beside her. "A balloon anyway?"

Abigail laughs.

"Women are like men as well Kok Kak, various characteristics. So it cannot be all generalized. There's something like that that that means emotional type, but there's also emotional ones because of circumstances."

"Because of circumstances?"

"Yes, because he's in a stressful environment. It's not his true nature but driven by the environment."

"Well, talk to another writer?"

Marina laughed out. Her flushed cheeks were praised like that. "Yes, no, Brother. I'm still learning. Even so the author, because it is required to be sensitive to the environment, so know the feelings of others, the position of others and many secrets of life that if we dig we know, so know, that man's life is not always what we see. So do not judge the person as bad or good based on appearance. Appearances can be deceiving."

"Well, cool. It seems I have much to learn from you."

"Ah, Abigail can do it." The woman's cheeks reverberated red hearing the man praise her again.

"Seriously. I've never talked to a writer. It turns out his mind is this broad."

"Yes, no, Brother. I'm still learning and I think being a writer, they have to learn and keep learning because there's just new knowledge that a writer has to learn, depending on what he wants to write."

"Well, I salute you. Did you work in the office before, in what part?"

"Accounting."

Abigail frowned. "Accouting? Totally different, huh?"

"Yes, that's it. Especially if you are an online novelist, there are no special requirements. She can come from housewives, office workers, unemployed, college children and even high school children. The important thing is that they can write a novel."

"School Boy?"

"They're taught to make up in school."

"Yes, right."

"I joined a writing group and even found a deaf writer."

"Ah, that's right ...." Abigail could hardly believe it.

"Yes, and they are rewarded for no longer seeing the physical. I think in the future, the work of this author will be much in demand by many people because the results are good enough to meet daily needs and there are no limits because anyone can be a writer, because anyone can be a writer, even merchants on the side of the road."

The chatter continued until dinner, and Abigail slowly started to get close to Marina. The woman, not as she seems, is a smart woman who knows what she is doing. Abigail was amazed at Marina.

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Abigail was watching the beef on the supermarket shelf. "Marina, can you cook?"

"could. Why?"

"Ah, no. Just ask."

Marina glanced at the man, puzzled. "Why? Brother want me to masakin?"

"Ah, no." The man's face was embarrassed.

"Seriously. Abigail's sister wants to be masakin?"

"No." The man kept shaking.

Marina looked at the beef that had been sliced on the shelf and she knew it was the beef that Abigail had seen. "Black pepper beef?"

The man was surprised. "How did you know?"