Author And The Baby
Surprise(surprise)

"What's wrong?" ask the man while frowning.

"Eh, nothing." Marina immediately approached the husband at the dinner table. She looked at her husband's clothes. "Wouldn't work?"

"I want to stay home today, accompany you."

Nautica ... "Well, to the office? I'm going to Mom's house."

"Lho, why don't I just take it?"

"No, Bang. This is uh ...." Marina glanced at Isy. "I want to talk about cousin's wedding. You don't know the guy, anyway."

"Yes not papa. Be known, let your brother know. 'And he's your cousin."

"Eh, but it's about to go around looking for material for her dowry."

"Isn't it better to be accompanied? Looking for stuff like that doesn't it take a driver?"

"Eh ...." The woman glanced back at Isy, confused. Suddenly he got an idea. "Oh yeah, I need Isy but I can't take Farrel. Probably up and down the escalator. Can you take care of Farrel?"

The bule man sighed. "Yes, I did" he said disappointed. "But be careful? My Sweety(sweetened)" He pinched his wife's cheeks gently.

Marina smiled broadly. Finally ... "Yes." Yeah."

"But don't touch men?"

Marina smiled holding back a laugh. He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Honey, are you jealous?"

Abigail glances at babysitter Farrel. "Isy, make sure no man touches her on purpose" she said.

Isy just held back a laugh. Why is a handsome bule like Mr. Abigail afraid that his wife is being mauled by people? Bizarrely. If you go, search again! A handsome man like himself is not difficult to find a wife again, why jealous of this skinny new wife? There are many women who are more beautiful than Ms. Marina. Is there something wrong with his eyes? "Good, sir."

Marina was so happy. She could go out without her husband. Only that day he wanted to punish his husband. He then went to take Isy with a car carried by a driver of their house.

Abigail enjoyed accompanying Farrel that day. For a long time he did not see this only child made him receive a lot of surprises.

"Papa?" the boy saw his father coming. He just woke up and scratched his head into a mess. "Mami ana? (Where's mom?)"

"Mommy go first, shop," said the man, originally.

"Hu .. grandson(milk) ..." whining the boy.

"Well, are you the same Papa?"

Farrel nodded.

The man stretched out his hands to grab the little boy and then carried him. He took Farrell to the kitchen. "Please make the bottle milk."

"Eh, yes, sir." One of his aides made a bottle of milk for Farrel.

After getting her milk, the boy leaned on the man and pointed upstairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Mmh!" said Farrel while pursing his milk. His brows were clutched, insistently pointing to the top floor.

"Where are you going, to the room again?" ask the man, clarify.

Farrel sucked his bottle of milk still pointing upwards.

"Yes, yeah. Papa's upstairs." Abigail went back up the stairs.

After he turned towards Farrel's room. The man did not know what the boy wanted. He looked at the big baby. "Are you going back to your bed?"

The baby nodded. He pointed at the toy shelf. The man followed. Farrel pointed to a pile of books that made Abigail astonished. "You want this?"

Since Farrel was still pushing, he just pointed.

Abigail saw some fairy tale books there. "You want this?"

The boy pointed towards the books.

The man with one hand lowered the guardrail of Farrel's bed after which he sat on the edge. "This is a story about Rassya's cat." It starts. "This cat is sleeping on Grandma's carpet. The grandmother ...."

"Mmh!" Farrel protested immediately. "Mommy .. mmh!" He shook his hand.

"Why? Papa's wrong what?" ask the man confused.

"Eong, eong ...."

"What's? Papa doesn't understand."

"Dim, eong!" The boy was getting upset.

"Eong, eong?" The man gawked.

"Eong, eong huuu ...." Farrel stopped sniffing and crying.

"Yes, honey, but Papa doesn't understand. Eong, what's eong?"

"Eong, eong huu ...." Farrell is still crying.

Abigail had to hug him. "Duh, eong, what the hell is eong" he murmured. The man had to call his wife. "Marina, sorry. This is why Farrel asked to read a book but he cried 'eong, eong'?"

"Oh, about that Rassya cat huh?" ask the woman at the end of there, soon to know what her husband is reading. He could hear Farrell crying on the phone.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Meong, meow means. I read it always starts with 'meow, meow' so he's happy."

"Oh, that. O Allah. Children if you have 'Mami Marina fever' is difficult!" ledek the man to his wife. "His father became the number one hundred. Don't know anything."

Marina laughs.

"Yes, I tried." Abigail turned off her phone. He saw Farrel whose eyes were wet with tears. "Duh, Papa's son. Yes, this is Papa repeating the story?" The man wiped the tears on the boy's cheek. He opened the book and read it. "Meow, meow, this is Rassya's cat story."

Abigail noticed, Farrel picked up the milk bottle and started to push again. The man then continued his story. "Meow, meow, this cat is sleeping on Grandma's carpet."

The mission finally succeeded. He managed to make the big baby sleepy and fell asleep. The man then put the boy on his bed. He rubbed the child's sleeping bangs. So fast Farrel was big that he could protest and sulk. The man smiled as he remembered.

Ah, instead of making trouble again, I better go to bed. The man got on the bed and put up another fence for the bed. He then slept with his son.

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"Darling, how did you get to sleep? Usually you just sleep first" asked Abigail to see his wife sleeping fast that night. He had not been home long.

"It's okay. I wanted to stay up late, so sleep fast" said Marina, who had closed her eyes, lying on the bed.

The man finally got into bed. "Don't do it often, honey. Not good for your health."

"Mmh, yes" said his wife who began to sleep comfortably.

Abigail then approached and hugged his wife. He slept with his wife.

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Suddenly the man woke up and did not find his wife. What time is it? Looks like it's still night. Abigail glanced at the clock that showed 12 o'clock passing by. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

The man scrunched his forehead. Rubbing his eyes he came down from the bed to the door. Open that door.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, my dear!" The wife handed the man a birthday cake, made the man surprised and then smiled broadly.

"Mara ...."

"Happy 30th birthday, dear. May he be more loving to his wife."

"Sure dong, dear. I love you so much." Abigail grabbed his wife's waist and kissed her forehead. "Thank you, dear."

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