Unknown Baby
Cake

Aslan was helpless at this moment, that guilt filled his sick soul and body. Her tears kept flowing. You could say she is a newlywed, not bringing happiness to Mila but instead disaster.

He remembered very well how many dreams had not been realized with Mila, even he only once to his wife's parents' house in Lampung. Now everything is in shambles, even the existence of the woman he loves does not know.

Suddenly Aslan recalled Archie's last smile, his brother. At that time Archie cheerfully told everyone that she was pregnant. Ren was beside her at the time, being happy. Aslan counted with his finger, trying to guess whether his brother gave birth before dying. He knew Archie and Mila, they must have been trying to save the baby.

Aslan is determined to dig up the tracks of Mila and her sister's baby in Lampung after recovering. His hope of surviving beyond revenge is to find his family back. Ponakan and his sweet wife.

The bandage-filled body was helpless, grateful that his best friend was protecting him. If not possible now the corpse is already floating in the sea and becomes fish food. Dealing with WterSun was indeed a disaster.

Meanwhile, in the brown house Faiq was playing with Yuno. The baby was sitting on his chest. His hand played on Faiq's lips which made a strange sound. Sometimes Yuno laughed with amusement while patting the father's face with her tiny hands.

A seven-month-old baby who started crawling. If left for a while can be in danger, Faiq and Myesha are increasingly allergic to guarding. They continued to alternate and never left Yuno alone.

The kidnapping a few months ago became an important lesson for them, not to be repeated.

"Allahul kaafii rabbunal kaafi

Qashadnal kaafi wajadnal

Nikullin kaafi kafa nal kaafi

Wa ni’mal kaafi Alhamdulillah."

Faiq recited sholawat to Yuno, still with the baby sitting on her chest with the small body she was holding. As a lesson, Faiq educated Yuno since childhood. Frequently listen to sholawat. Sometimes the story of the prophet even though Yuno did not understand. Faiq wanted Yuno to grow up to be a child of good manners, familiarizing herself with goodness and being close to God early on.

"Jtatajaha jha dta." The baby looked carefree with his foster father. No matter how many times he heard the sholawat, but surely Yuno was always happy to listen.

Suddenly Faiq's stomach rang, Yuno laughed even more thinking the sound was coming from Faiq's lips again. Slowly Faiq sat down, still holding the baby padlocked. He glanced at the wall clock. Eleven o'clock.

"Well, long time to go to the market, aren't you hungry?" Faiq spoke to Yuno as if the baby was able to answer.

"Datajaha jha dta."

Just an indistinct voice reply with a tiny hand that kept moving. Faiq smiled as he rubbed his hair. No matter how much the hair is rubbed it never comes down, it still stands upright like an antenna.

"Find a meal in the kitchen, yuk."

With one hand Faiq held Yuno, bringing the sitting baby into the kitchen. She opened the red hood at the dinner table. There was only salted fish left over last night. Again his stomach was ringing.

This morning they only ate ijo bean porridge purchased at the Riki mini market. For the record, now the mini market officially belongs to Riki. He even built his second floor to be a place to live. The young man also bought a pick-up car, no longer going there and shopping with an old vespa.

Faiq did not know where Riki got that much money, he asked and Riki only answered the sustenance of God through the path he wanted. Suddenly Riki became Mamah Dedeh who was preaching in the morning when asked about sustenance.

Since there were no side dishes, Faiq decided to open the refrigerator and look for bread there. Yesterday there was the rest of the cake from Sella. He said he was learning to make his own cake. More expensive than buying, he said.

He took out the cake, cut it. She put it on Yuno's lips. The baby opened his mouth wide, then felt a sweet taste on his lips. His hand tried to grab the large cake that Faiq was now eating. But not until. Faiq.

"Badah bertar again rewang place of Mr. Muslih. Your mother hasn't come home yet" he grumbled.

Today this week there is a celebration where Mr. Muslih, the neighbor of the opposite alley. Now, H, this morning he had gone there and went home at the request of Myesha who he said wanted to go to the market. Before noon he had to go back to Mr. Muslih's place, embarrassed that he was only half a day.

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Seriate.