Unknown Baby
Homehouse

When my name is on your name in the family card, then I have given the most sacred love card in the universe.

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The lights are brightly lit in the brown-painted two-story house located in the suburb of Metro, Lampung. The gray fence surrounds as a barrier with other community homes.

As usual, Myesha is busy with her work as a comic. His comic 'Yusha, the prince' got a bad rating and lost a lot of readers lately. It made the girl very stressed with pressure from the editor.

Downstairs, the owner of the house. Faiq was busy bathing his favorite turtle, Cucut. The 28-year-old is a dentist. He did not really know and care about Myesha who lived on the second floor. As long as the 23-year-old girl pays her rent on time, Faiq won't deal with her.

For two years they stayed one-stop without any significant problems, only occasionally meeting to give rent or if there was any business with the community they would dues .

But the night was different, Myesha heard the baby's voice so loud. His forehead creased then glanced at the wall clock, eleven o'clock in the evening. He thought for a moment, trying to remember if any of his neighbors had babies?

Myesha never got along with the environment because she was too busy drawing. But as he remembered the house on the left is the boarding school, while the right is a mini market.

"Whose baby is it?" muttered. Trying to think and find answers in your head.

It puts an android pencil next to the picture tablet. Then stand up after confirming his glasses. Walk through the scattered stuff. When was the last time Myesha cleaned her room that was not much better than a goat pen. The girl did not remember.

The moon is faintly covered with black clouds and cold, suburban winds that still feel how bright nightlife in the central Metro is. Once again Myesha can not remember the last time out of the house other than buying groceries in the mini market.

The girl went down the stairs next to the house, then looked for the sound of crying baby that had disturbed her. When stepping on the ground accidentally cross paths with Faiq, the owner of the house.

"Yes, it looks like it's around here somewhere. Let's go find it."

Using Myesha's cell phone flashlight they searched for the source of the sound, walking towards the gate without a door. Their eyes were surprised to see a brown baby basket there.

Still using the flashlight the two humans looked into the basket. Having a tiny baby that moves is uncomfortable. Myesha closed her mouth in surprise. No exception Faiq. They're retreating.

"Whose baby, Mas?" Myesha looked at Faiq, she was still shocked by the sight she had just seen.

"Where do I know." Faiq shrugged his shoulders a sign of not understanding.

Drizzle down at inappropriate times. Without a hint of wetting the two of them suddenly. The rain falls slowly and steadily.

"Bring the baby inside" Faiq ordered, covering his head to escape the rain.

Myesha immediately took the brown baby basket and ran to the house with Faiq. The man opened the door, letting Myesha and the tiny baby into his house.

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