Author And The Baby
Meatballs

"Come, Marina Exercise swimming again." The man thrust his arm.

"Eh, yes." Marina grabbed the man's burly arm and held her breath. He started to drown his face and swim.

By nightfall they returned to the apartment and took a shower. Then pray because it coincides with Azan Magrib.

Farrell soon cried. Marina immediately visited him in the crib outside. "Uh, you're hungry, honey. Wait a minute, Auntie made the milk first, huh?"

"I'm hungry too" commented Abigail who came out of her room. "What to eat?"

"Mmd? Whatever, Brother. What do you want?" The woman left him in the kitchen.

"We order food, right? I got a lazy follow out," the man murmured and took the HP in his pants pocket. "What do you want, Marina?"

But because of Farrel's crying voice, Abigail's words were not heard. The man pocketed his HP and hammered Farrel. "Duh, Papa Laper's son really? That's why, big quick so I can eat together." The man pinched the baby's tiny nose.

The baby's skin was flushed from crying. His face was staring at the man.

"Uh, yes, dear. Soon the tantenya comes with Farrel milk huh? Just a minute, baby?" Abigail shook Farrel's body, trying to calm him down.

Marina finally came and the man handed the baby to the woman. In an instant, the baby stopped crying and sipped the bottle milk.

Looking at Farrel who had regained his composure, the man rubbed the baby's head gently. "Funny sometimes, seeing that he's starving. Crying to the red of his face."

Marina responded with a smile.

"Oiya, I was gonna order some food for dinner. What do you want to eat?" The man took his phone back out.

"What yes? After swimming it so remember the old school days. Mmh ... how about some meatballs?"

"Mi meatballs? You're not saying you never swim, how come there's a memory of eating meatballs?"

Marina laughs. "Swimming is not, but it's my turn to eat meatballs, I never miss." When Marina laughed again, the man laughed.

"Marina, you're all there." Then he checked his HP while pulling up a chair and sitting there. "Mmh, mi meatballs huh? I want to try."

"Oh yeah, same ice-strewn."

The man raised his head with a big smile. "OK." He shook his head. "But it has to run out?"

"Yes, Brother. Oiya, the meatballs are urate meatballs?"

"OK." The man ordered online. "Have it, just wait."

Fifteen minutes later, the food came and Abigail took it downstairs and handed it to Marina.

The man carried Farrel who had finished his milk and fell asleep. He put the baby in the crib.

"It's Brother." Marina brought a tray containing two bowls of meatballs, a bowl of iced stew, and packaged tea. He presents it on the table. "Come, brother."

"Yes." Yeah." Abigail sat back in her chair. He stared at the meatballs he got.

Actually, he had never eaten it before. Often saw his employees eating meatball noodles but he was never interested in trying it. Not because he likes European food but he does not like to try. He only ate the usual food in his mother's cooking.

"You want sambal, brother?" Marina offers sambal sachet.

"Oh, no, thank you."

"Rigidly?"

"Rigidly? Mmh ...." The man poured a small piece of plastic on his bowl. "After that, what else?"

"Shew?"

Abigail took the sausage and poured it slightly on the bowl.

"That's a lot, Brother."

"Mmh?" The man looked towards his bowl.

"Or try it first. Try stirring."

The man followed Marina's advice, while watching Marina who used all even the many saos. "That much?"

The woman glanced at Abigail. "Oh, I like it like this."

The man tried his meatballs. "Mmh, that's good." Then he started eating.

He also watched Marina eat. It was seen that the woman enjoyed her dinner even with only meatballs and ice. Ice tinder was in the size of a large bowl devoured with joy makes Abigail curious to see it.

"Mmd? What's?" Marina raised her eyebrows.

"Es telernya?"

"Mmh, steady. In addition to other fruits, coconut shavings are delicious. A lot more."

"Mk." The man nodded his head.

"Why? Wanna try?"

"Ah, no need." Abigail shakes.

"It's delicious. Really you! Try it." The woman thrust out a bowl of ice.

Although a little hesitant, Abigail scooped with her own spoon, iced it up and ate it. "Mmh, delicious!" The man rounded his eyes.

"Yes, right? Wantsome? I'm giving two?"

"Eh, but later you're less ...." Abigail hesitated with the offer.

"A lot of it. The plan, if it doesn't run out, wants me to put it in the fridge. How's it?"

"Eh, just a little bit."

Marina then went to the kitchen to pick up a smaller bowl and moved the man's ice-stall there.

They continued to eat dinner happily.

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Abigail woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty to drink until he had to get out of bed. When he came out he saw Marina in the kitchen picking up the dishes and opening the rice cooker. "Marina, aren't you asleep?"

The woman looked. "Oh Abigail's sister? It's just waking up."

"You hungry?" The man approached the woman. "Eat again?"

"I don't know why, hungry, brother, but just scribbled."

Abigail could only help but laugh. "Why not buy fruit? Melon, papaya or like an apple, quite filling if to snack at night."

"I was eating the chips that Anka brought but the chips were gone."

"That's gonna trigger hunger again in the morning if it's too late, Marina."

"Oh, is that it?" The woman seemed doubtful.

The man immediately patted the woman's hand. "Already, if you want to eat, just eat, but don't go to sleep right away?"

"Yes, here I want to write again" said the woman with a big smile.

The sound of a baby crying.

"Oh, Farrel's up."

"Let me take it." Abigail rushed to Marina's room. "Prepare the milk!" his yell.

"OK!"

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The man was busy looking at the files piling up in front as his HP rang. He immediately picked up after seeing the name on the phone screen, the police station. "Hello."

A shocking information made him unconsciously stand up. "What's? Astaghfirullah alazim's. Ok, fine. I'll be there soon." He hung up on her. The man touched his chin for a moment, before leaving.

Abigail finally went to the hospital and went to the room referred to by the police. There were several policemen standing in front of the treatment room so he could easily find them. "Oh, Sir!"

"How, Sir?" ask Abigail worried.

"For a while, he could not be questioned because he was still in the care of a doctor."

"He's still fainting?"

"Aware already. Mmh, here's a letter for you, when we found him unconscious in the cell." The police handed him a letter that read Abigail's name on it.

The man accepted it with various questions in his head. What the hell is this? Why is it like this?