Author And The Baby
Assistance

Marina rolled over on the bed. I still remember how Abigail expressed love to him. He was still not sure until he pinched his arm to wake up. Well, Marina, this hurts, it's real. It's totally real. You are not dreaming, he tries to convince himself while rubbing the scars that hurt.

Even though I was fat, why would he want to be the same fat guy like me, huh? It's disconcerting. He touched her cheek. Is he in a state of caliphate? Ah, just take advantage of her khilaf before she wakes up. He chuckles alone.

I think I'm gonna have a hard time sleeping tonight. How about just writing? Oh, yes, the last part of my novel!

Marina sat down and got out of bed. He approached the table where his laptop is now located while looking at the little guy who is still sleeping soundly.

"Challenge!" The woman sneezed. Huh, why else is this? He rubbed under his nose. Wow ... must have been waiting outside the restaurant. Well, hopefully not the flu. Uh! I also have ice cream again. Complete already. He patted his forehead. Hopefully tomorrow will not hurt, hopefully tomorrow will not hurt, he repeated in his heart while rubbing his hands and praying.

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There was a knock at the door. Abigail had to wake up. What time is it? He glanced at the clock on the table. Oh, it's dawn soon, but .. Who's knocking on the door? Ah, it must be Marina. Stupid ....

The man got off the bed and immediately opened the door. "Marina?"

The woman's face was slightly pale with a flushed nose. "Sister, I got the flu, brother. How's this? Farrel's crying." He held the tissue that he sealed into his nose.

There was the sound of a baby crying and Abigail realized it. "Oh, yes, yes." He went to the woman's room and took Farrel. "Duh, Papa's son. Want some milk?" He looked at Marina. "You can't make Farrel, milk?"

"It can be, brother but I can't carry Farrel for fear of contagion." The woman wiped her nose.

"Oh, no papa, let me wait for him to drink his bottle."

Marina, get to the kitchen. It turns out that guy was following her.

"You want what, brother?"

"I want to see how to make Farrel's milk and its dosage, so that if you get sick, I can make it."

The man's initiative moved Marina. "I'm sorry, Brother. I was expected to not even be able to help." He opened a can of baby milk and spooned it into a bottle of milk.

"It's okay. Besides, it's partly my fault for taking you out for ice cream and making you wait outside the restaurant for quite a long time last night, so I also have to take responsibility. Good thing Farrel didn't get sick." The man rubbed his eyes as he just woke up. Her still messy hair made the woman smile.

"Why?"

"Your hair."

"Oh." The man immediately straightened his hair.

Marina smiled broadly. The man noticed the process of making Farrel bottle milk until it could be drunk. Marina poured a little milk on the wrist.

"What's that for?"

"To know, the milk is not too hot."

"Oh."

"This, Brother already." The woman was handing Farrel's milk bottle.

Abigail accepted it and gave it to the baby. Farrel quickly put the pacifier in his mouth. "The smarter Papa's son is now drinking his milk." He looked at Marina. "You better get some rest. I'll give you the flu cure, I happen to keep it." The man immediately stepped into the room.

"It." He returned with a piece of medicine.

"But you don't have to eat first?" The woman again wiped her nose while taking the medicine.

"Oh, yes? Mmm, how is this? Is there a delivery at this hour?"

"That blind morning, brother? I don't think there is. How about asking Sila for help? She ...."

"Isn't there bread, Marina? You're usually breakfast bread?" cut Abigail. He did not want to be indebted to Sila because he did not want to see Anka pacing around in his apartment.

"Sister pray first, brother. Farrel put it in the baby carriage. I think I can keep it as long as it's not carried." Marina started biting her bread.

"Oh, yeah." The man went into his room. After performing the dawn prayer, he returned to the outside.

In the living room he saw Marina wiggling the baby carriage while wiping her nose.

"Marina, you're fast asleep. Have you taken the flue medicine?"

"Here you go, brother, but I want to pray first." The woman stood up.

"Quick sleep, because the medicine is good. If it's not bad, you're healed by afternoon."

"Yes, Brother." The woman also entered the room.

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The man was lonely. Being inside the apartment but not hearing the voice of the woman made the place feel like something was missing. Though now there is Farrel who no longer always sleep and again funny, can be invited to joke but still lonely. There was no sound of Marina making the place quiet.

Making her own tea and breakfast, she thought of Marina instead. Can he sleep peacefully? Does he not have a fever? Oh, I forgot to check it out. The man patted his forehead.

It had been 3 hours, he was curious about the state of the woman. Carrying Farrel he knocked on the door slowly. "Marina," he called.

There's no answer. He tried to open the door. It turned out to be unlocked, making Abigail freely enter and check into the room. The man's worry because Marina had fainted before made him justify his innocence into the room.

Marina lay on the bed with a blanket up to her neck. The soft snoring that sounded indicated he was sleeping soundly. Perhaps in a hurry, she slept still wearing a hijab.

The man touched the woman's forehead. Just a little fever. Maybe it's gone down. He's relieved.

He looked at the woman's face. His face began to grow red. The man smiled happily.

Suddenly the noisy little guy made Abigail shocked. Hurry the man out of the room and close the door.

He looked at the baby in a sling who was smiling at him. "Farrel, you made Papa a hanger, you know?" He rubbed his face on the baby's stomach which made the baby laugh. "Come, now Papa accompany you to watch TV!"

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Marina came out of her room. He saw the baby sleeping in the crib, while Abigail slept in front of the still-lit TV. The woman shook her head.

He then collected the dirty dishes that were on the dining table and took them to the kitchen. There he washed it. After he finished, he took a blanket from the man's room and enveloped the man who was asleep on the sofa.

Abigail's awake. "Oh, Marina. Are you awake?"

"Eh, yes, Brother."

"A healthy one?"

"Alhamdulillah."

"Alhamdulillah. Uh, what time is it?"

"Hour half one, brother. Brother hasn't had lunch yet? Want me to cook you something?"

"Eh, no need." The man rubbed his face. "We buy it, let's hurry. What do you want?"

"Eh, rice Padang."

"What?"