Author And The Baby
Wearied

Farhan's baby is still crying.

"Yes, yes, this is Mommy coming, dear." Marina went into the room and found the baby's face flushed so hard she cried. The woman immediately got on the bed and held the starving baby boy.

The room calmed down again when the baby started breastfeeding. "Oh, Mommy's son. I'm not patient!" The woman smiled widely.

Farhan's baby suckled in a hurry to the point of almost choking.

"Okay, hon. No one's gonna take your milk. Come on, have a slow drink, honey?" Marina kissed the baby's forehead. "Mommy's son is hungry already huh, baby huh, until drinking milk rush so?"

He looked at the two small eyeballs. "Mmh, Mami is so excited to see Farhan so. Mmh?" Marina came back to kiss the little guy. "So Mami's son has to be patient, huh? Mami later made it, "She whispered to the tiny baby Marina.

The baby stopped breastfeeding and looked at the woman's face. Marina smilingly silenced the baby's eyes down her face. Before long she began to suckle again from the milk bottle that had been put in her mouth earlier.

Marina was so happy to see the baby suckling. The baby always spent the milk that the woman gave him until it was not left and now his body began to contain. "Pinter's Mami's son, the milk must be gone."

Marina yawns. After Farhan's baby fell asleep, he put the baby on his bed as usual and he slept beside her.

No matter how long he slept, he was re-awakened by the sound of a crying baby. The woman had to wake up and see the baby. He checked the clock on the wall with his eyes still narrowed. Well, it's only been 2 hours that he's been asking for more milk ... Duh, where am I still sleepy, again.

Marina forced herself to get up, because the baby wouldn't stop crying unless she got the bottle. With his head slightly dizzy, he made milk.

The woman then returned but now she was carrying the little guy lying next to her. He put the baby on the armpit and gave the baby milk. "I'm sorry, honey. Mommy's not feeling well. Mami just put you next to her, huh? No papa, right?" he said while holding the bottle. "Duh, sorry?"

Holding back the sleepiness, Marina held onto the milk bottle. She fell asleep until the bottle came out of the baby's mouth and the baby cried. The woman was surprised and woke up. "Duh, sorry, honey. Mommy overslept." He put the pacifier from the bottle back into Farhan's baby's mouth.

When Farhan finished her milk, the baby began to fall asleep. Marina slept with the baby until morning.

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This time, it was the bell that woke the woman up. Marina glanced at the clock on the wall and was shocked. Well, what time is it? He looked at the baby who was still asleep.

The sound of the bell that made the baby a little disturbed. Hurry the woman out of the room wearing her instant hijab to check who is coming. "Anka?"

"Definitely just woke up, didn't you?" guess the young man with a big smile.

"Do you know what?"

The young man laughed lightly. "I brought breakfast with Farhan's dressing suit."

"Ih, you're like a fortune teller, you know. Come, in!"

Anka entered with the package in both hands.

"I prayed Fajr first yeah, it's late." Marina rushed to the room. He came out soon. "Thank you Ka, you help Brother continue."

"Then, accompany Anka to breakfast dong!"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Marina approached the dining table and opened the package which turned out to contain chicken porridge. He pulled his chair. "It looks good."

"Definitely delicious. 'Anka bought it."

Marina smiled and started eating.

"Sister, let's take a walk, brother to the Mall."

"Mmh, but it's hard to carry a baby that way" the woman complained.

"'There's me, brother."

"That's yeah? Is it just tonight?"

"Don't know. Sister night usually scolds."

"No time to go out, brother? Are you bored?"

"Bored anyway .. but Brother has not written again from yesterday because again try full ngurus Farhan. Uh, help Brother out again later and bathe Farhan."

"Oh yeah, that's fine." The young man smiled happily. "Oh yes, this brother Dodo clothes when he was a baby, can make Farhan change clothes."

Marina opened the plastic package that looked a lot of it and found a lot of baby boy clothes in it. "Well, this is a little big. Can make change clothes Farhan small," he said happy. "Thank you. Good thing Kak Sila still keeps her child's clothes when she was a baby. Say thank you, same Sister Sila."

"Mk." Anka nodded with a smile. He's still chewing. "Sister."

"Yes?"

"Don't you watch midnight with me?"

"Mmh?"

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Abigail was still staring in front of the mirror. He was smoothing his arm buttons but his mind was not there.

Alena, where's our baby going? Where did you hide it? Is this how you punish me? Alena, let alone our baby, your death is enough to ruin my life now. See your last body ....

Abigail closed her eyes but still a drop of tears fell unsolicited, soaking her cheeks that had started to drain lately. He could not remember when it was time to eat unless he saw someone eating, because he did not feel hungry.

He quickly regained his senses and wiped away the rest of his tears. He tidied his clothes back.

At least today he tried to work. Hopefully can.

He then stepped out of his apartment. As he turned at the junction of the corridor he saw a young man coming out of the Marina apartment unit.

"Let me call ya, brother."

"Oh yes" answered Marina.

The door closed and the young man passed.

Sis? His sister?

But the young man did not go far. He simply passed through the door of Marina's apartment and opened the door next to it.

Whahuh? Th-that's his neighbor? So Marina ... widow?

He was stunned but then realized his position. What was I thinking? What's crazy? My wife just died .. astaghfirullah alazim.

In a hurry, he came to the elevator. Although his eyes turned back to the woman's apartment, he tried not to know anything about her. Elevator door opens.

It turns out he still can't work. Reports received from subordinates he was unable to check. Finally, he decided to return to his apartment.

While passing through the cafe downstairs, his eyes were fixed on the cafe. In the end, his consciousness chose to enter the cafe. He ordered a drink and sat in his favorite chair. The chair facing the woman's seat sat down.

That afternoon, because it had just opened, the place was still quiet. There were only cafe employees cleaning the windows and wooden tables, but strangely the man was not at all bothered by all that and remained seated in the chair enjoying the warm coffee while looking at the empty seat in front of him. The seats Marina often occupied.