Unknown Baby
Discount Shirt

Several times Faiq swallowed the cake, still remembering the very old Myesha came home. It was suspected that Myesha bought the goods while bidding desperately to get a cheap price. Though they are not that poor until they have to choke the price at the seller. But a sermon in the style of Myesha with her stingy ideology says that getting a price after bidding will be more satisfied. It could not be understood until now even though Faiq was looking in the corner of his intelligent brain.

"Dja ta dta dja ta ...." Yuno was babbling like she understood Faiq's mess. His hand kept trying to grab the cake.

Faiq yawned, he decided to make coffee. His hand was still holding Yuno. Chew all the cake in hand even licked his finger. The baby was a snail with his mouth open. Watching what his foster father did.

The coffee is stirred, it is tasted and less sweet. A spoonful of sugar is inserted, stirred again until it gets the right taste. He took the handle of the beautiful glass, walking towards the living room.

Yuno was curious about the smell of coffee, her body leaning and was about to grab it. Faiq kept the coffee away as he continued walking.

From the glass beside the door, Faiq observed the courtyard hoping that Myesha would return home soon.

Yuno got a chance to peek at the smell of coffee, she put her body right on top of the coffee. Tests. His saliva fell inside the cup, mixed with the steaming coffee money.

"Hey hhe ...." He was happy to see the saliva that caused ripples inside the cup.

"Your mom's really too, it's not coming home yet."

Faiq lifted his cup, blowing on the steaming coffee before sipping lightly. Yuno tried to reach for the coffee that was so close, her saliva kept dripping.

"No coffee, no coffee" Faiq said, giving Yuno a warning look. Looks like the baby didn't get the coffee kept away. He smacked Faiq in the face with his tiny hands.

Soon the sound of Myesha's motor was heard, stopping in front of the gate. Faiq put the coffee cup on the table, he walked out of the house. He saw his wife coming home from the market.

Looks like Myesha bought stuff, in the back seat of a fan. On the front are vegetables and some black plastic bags. Why does she remember Riki a few months ago when she was not OKB yet, just like Myesha is now.

Faiq did not help Myesha who was in trouble to bring down the goods. He still clutched Yuno as he walked closer to the front of the garage. Where Myesha parked her favorite motorcycle.

"Would you like to open Riki's shop?" Syndir Faiq. Shaking their heads a few times.

"Yes not this Mas joking, this was not the intention to buy a fan. But fifty percent discount. That's fine, our fan is already buluk. I was going to buy AC for upstairs but it's a pity for the electricity."

Faiq clucked while shaking his head at his wife's behavior. In fact, their fans only need to be wiped. Black because of a lot of dust, not broken. But the name is also mother-mak, likes not to bear to see discounts.

Myesha stuffed her groceries in the kitchen, then again passed by Faiq to pick up her new fan. The dark blue ceramic floor was dirty due to Myesha. Some sticks fall.

Faiq went inside and replied while at the entrance, "yes."

"I drank a little" said Myesha again. Immediately drank the coffee mixed with the clear saliva of Yuno.

The groceries had already been put in the refrigerator, Myesha opened the black plastic she had placed on the table. Taking the contents then approached Yuno who was still in Faiq's sling.

"I bought this shirt for the afternoon. Really cute, it was 220 thousand. I'm bargaining for 150 grand. That's a set."

Faiq had guessed the reason Myesha shopped for so long was to practice bargaining that took so long.

Myesha shuffled her collared checkered shirt and shorts to Yuno. The baby grabbed Myesha, wanting to be carried.

But Faiq admitted that Myesha's choice of clothes is very cute, for Yuno's business apparently Faiq will not mind how much money comes out.

"Well, why only buy one set?"

"Yuno is a big spit, getting bigger. Her clothes don't fit. It's a shame it was thrown away."

Myesha matched the shirt again, still not responding to Yuno trying to reach her asking to be carried. The baby now does not want to be carelessly carried by people he does not know. Now she can recognize the closest people like Faiq and Myesha, as well as Tina who often goes to the house to help Myesha look after Yuno when she has to go out.

"Yes don't throw it away, make it later. When are you going to give Yuno a adek?" ask Faiq. Code it hard. As hard as a freshly dried brick.

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