Author And The Baby
Shopping

Marina watched Abigail while standing at the back. Both are dressed in baths. The man realized the woman was still behind him. He who crouched bathed Farrel turned his head. "Marina, you take a shower. When you're done, hold Farrel. Poor thing, right, that Farrel's got all wet."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." The woman returned to the room. A moment later he had returned wearing a nightgown.

The man was wearing Farrel's shirt. He glanced at Marina with his clothes. "Would you sleep again? Aren't we going to the supermarket?"

"No, Brother. 'I told you, my clothes don't fit."

"Oh." Back the man glanced at him. "Can you check, have I installed Farrel's pampers correctly?" Abigail gave the woman a way to check.

Marina tidied up the installation of baby diapers and also Farrel clothes. Then he carried it. He saw the man coming with clothes.

"Marina, you just wear my shirt. This sports shirt is a little loose. It probably fits your body size right now." The man hung the clothes on the woman's shoulder. "You're out wearing this shirt, aren't you?"

Marina noticed the clothes at a glance. "Eh, yes, Brother." Then the woman took Farrell to her room. He changed clothes there.

Because Marina's body was not high, the woman had to roll up the ends of her pants.

He looked in the mirror and saw that the clothes fit him, only a little long on the hands and feet. Luckily, the shirt's hand was rubberized on his wrist so he no longer had to roll it.

"Well, your Papa's clothes fit in this aunt, Farrel. Good, right?" The woman turned her body in front of the mirror.

He came to the baby in bed. "Your father is very smart!"

But baby Farrel looks restless.

"Mmh, are you hungry, have a shower? Aunty make some milk for a second, huh?" The woman held Farrel and placed him in the crib outside. Then he went to the kitchen.

It didn't take long, Marina had returned with the bottle milk in hand. Seeing the milk bottle alone Farrel was anxious by moving his feet and hands sign he enthusiastically wanted to drink it.

"Mmh, Auntie's son already knows the bottle's coming, huh?" seduce the woman. Marina carried the baby and gave him the milk bottle.

Cheerfully the baby was tucking the bottle milk while playing his legs. The woman is looking for a seat.

Farrel started to like to hold her milk bottle. Right now he was holding the bottle long enough to make the woman try to take off her grip on the bottle. Now the baby can hold his own bottle.

"Mmh, Aunty's son, dear Aunt .. now you can hold your own milk bottle. Mmmm, Auntie is proud of you. Surely soon will be able to school this ...," he praised as he looked at the baby with a sweet smile and glowing eyes. Not a second he passed the development of Farrel even though only as small as holding his own milk bottle.

Marina wipes away the Farrel sweat droplets that began to plentifully swipe across her forehead. Warm milk makes the baby sweat. He waited until Farrel finished his milk. The baby's eyes began to sleep.

"Have the milk gone?" Abigail who came out of the room asked Farrel.

"Oh, just now." The woman held up an empty bottle of Farrel milk.

"Then, we'll just take it to the baby carriage." The man approached. "Mh, are you getting sleepy?" He saw the baby not moving much.

"Yes." Yeah." Marina puts Farrel in the baby carriage.

"Yuk! Mostly, in the sleeping car."

Justright. Not long ago carried in the car, Farrel was already asleep.

"He easily falls asleep everywhere when he's sleepy" said the man.

"Mmh, no matter if the world is bubbly."

The two turned to each other and laughed, but then Marina put her index finger in front of her mouth as the baby squirmed for a while.

Abigail glanced back at Marina with the clothes she was wearing. "It's a good fit."

"Thank you, brother."

"It's okay. The shirt happens to be rarely worn, so just wear it first. Oya, why don't you just shop for clothes, you happen to be on payday."

"Eh, look at it later."

"No, just buy it. Tomorrow I'm going to my parents and in-laws. You don't have any clothes, do you?"

"Eh yes."

Arriving at the mall, Marina shops several pieces of clothing. Somewhat long indeed, although he has as much as possible to speed up his shopping but he must be careful because the Muslim dress must be quite covered and does not look sexy.

The man sat waiting for Farrel. Sometimes he surfs on his cell phone when bored.

Finally, Marina came over. "Sorry old, brother." He approached with 2 shopping bags in hand.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm going to have lunch. How about we have lunch before the supermarket?"

"Oh, okay."

They then chose a restaurant with fast food for lunch. Marina queues with Abigail accompanying on the side, pushing the pram.

"Will you order chicken can't use rice?"

Marina glanced at Abigail.

The man raised his index finger and shook it.

"But ...." The woman's mouth pouted in protest but was then held in custody.

Abigail brought her face closer and whispered. "The chicken can be two."

Marina's face was not as sad as before. He followed the line in front that was beginning to diminish. Then they ordered food.

After getting it they look for a seat in the middle. The two sat down and began to enjoy the food after washing their hands.

But the female netra still glanced at Abigail who ate rice with fried chicken with her fine. Abigail is not ignorant but trying to ignore. Marina started to frown, eating.

"Why are you whining so, eat?" Abigail finally couldn't bear to ask because the woman's eating was slow.

"It's bad not to use rice" the woman said.

"Yes, that's it." Abigail gave her half-living rice to Marina. The rice was still half bowl shaped.

Suddenly the woman's face brightened. "Thank you. You want to eat half my chicken?"

The man looked at Marina. "Say I can't eat your ex?"

"It's not a bite. Here's one of my chickens still intact. Take half of it."

"Eh, no need."

"But your eating is lacking" the woman pouted again.

Seeing that, Abigail had to take the chicken breast in half. "Yes, yes ...."

Lunch was quick too. They also moved to the supermarket. This time Marina had to start cooking vegetables in addition to eating meat and she chose to make hodgepodge by buying vegetables and instant pecel seasoning. Also buy fruits like melons and watermelons.

"How, Brother?" marina asked the man about his shopping this time.

Abigail raised her thumb with a big smile.

After shopping, they went back to the apartment. Due to the large amount of groceries, some were placed in baby strollers and some were carried by Marina. The baby carriage was carried by the man.

While in the elevator, for some reason, Marina wanted to take a photo of Abigail. The man didn't realize, the woman pulled out a cell phone. Marina seamlessly took a photo of the man behind her in the back but not in the second. He picked it up when the man pushed Farrel's pram out of the elevator.

"Marina, what are you doing?"

"Eh?"

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