Cyandra
The orphanage terrace.

In the middle of the rain.

Romi continued to drive his car non-stop with a very depressed feeling.

He doesn't know where to go and what to do.

While his phone kept ringing.

His sister kept calling him who never came back to the hospital.

"Dad was really afraid of Cantika", complained Romi continued to drive his car through the quiet streets that night.

Suddenly, the phone that had been silent for a long time again rang back.

In a fit of annoyance Romi raised his cell phone call in a high tone and immediately vented his anger.

When a voice answers his anger.

His voice instantly became nervous and tried to regulate his breathing.

"Sorry Rio, I think you're someone else", said Romi felt guilty for scolding someone with as good as possible.

"Yes, yes!, I will not forget tomorrow's event, calm down", exclaimed Romi reassuring his colleagues.

"Yes I remember his place, the orphanage Paradipta right?", said Romi again.

At that moment, he fell silent and stared at Cantika who was still asleep.

"That's it!", exclaimed Romi closing his cell phone call and immediately increasing the speed of his car heading somewhere.

Not long ago.

Romi stopped his car down the road.

Looks like the rain is still at home with its jubilation.

Romi grabbed Cantika and kissed her to the satisfaction while crying as he pleased.

"It's the best baby, I promise I'll visit you often, and I promise I'll figure out a way to get you back home", romi said shutting back his tote bag and rushing through its torrential rain.

Romi then stopped on a porch.

The building looks comfortable and quiet.

In front of the house is clearly written *Paradipta orphanage*.

"This is what I'm looking for" Romi said, immediately putting the bag containing the child at the door and rushing away from there.

Romi returned to his car with a chaotic and claustrophobic feeling in his chest.

"Your father and mother are the same!, we can't do what we're supposed to do for you" Romi lamented angrily at himself.

Right at midnight.

Cantika sounded crying loudly.

Want her taste Romi get off the car and make her milk.

But it was impossible for him to do at that time.

"Come on!, why didn't anyone wake up there?", Romi lamented.

Not long after, the lights of the home again turned on and someone opened the door in a row.

He was so surprised when he opened the bag in front of him which was none other than a bag containing a baby.

"Finally", exclaimed Romi feeling a little relieved.

"Buk!, there is a baby!", cried the woman while carrying a cantika in her arms.

But Cantika may be so thirsty that she just keeps crying with her taut.

"God, whose baby is this?", exclaimed another woman out of the parlour.

Then one of the women went back inside the house and came back out with a bottle of milk.

"Drink dear" said one of the women making Romi cry.

Cantika stopped crying as the two women gave her a bottle of milk.

"Why is there still the heart to throw away his baby, even though many out there couples are very difficult just to get a baby" complained the woman continued to hold the nimang Cantika in her arms.

"I have to open, please take care of my child" said Romi wiping his tears.

Suddenly, Cantika returned to crying with her fervent.

"Lho!, why else dear?, you also do not pup tuh!", exclaimed the woman checking Cantika's diaper.

"He may have done something" one woman said.

"Or maybe his parents still have around here buk", exclaimed the woman immediately made Romi frightened.

The two women immediately focused their eyes on Romi's car, which was far across the road.

"Oh, maybe he!", exclaimed the woman immediately made Romi plunge his gas and quickly darted away from the place.

The two women immediately stopped her futile run.

"Let's be neng, maybe he already intends to throw this baby" said one of the women.

"What a pity this baby" she said and went back into the parlor.