Unknown Baby
Wetter

It is now three in the afternoon, usually invited guests arrive but because the rain is likely waiting to subside. After talking with Mr. RT who is also a guest recipient like himself Faiq asked to go home.

The rainstorm was hit with a pink matic motorbike, he drove it slowly. The rain that entered his eyes made him blink a few times, his mouth shut tightly so that the rain did not enter. Body shivering, from the tip of the hair to all wet panties. Had not seen the road hole until it went into the puddle. His head was nodding because the hollow road was not as smooth as Luna Maya's thigh.

Arriving at home his body has shrunk. The motor goes straight to the backyard, stopping next to the clothesline. Faiq came down and entered through the back door. 

"Loh, Mum. How come the rain comes home?"

Apparently Myesha was in the kitchen, cooking. Surprised to see Faiq shivering in the cold. The man's lips were blue, the skin of his hands were wrinkled. Her clothes are soaked.

"So the rain of time help lift sand for the hoard of tarup poles that want to collapse. Sha, is there a water angel?"

Faiq walked in after opening his shoes, water dripping from the long black pants he was wearing. His eyes looked around, looking for the two babies who were at home. The house looks quiet.

"I'm ready to take a bath, take off your clothes, Mas. The flu."

Without answering Faiq took off his shirt, put the wet shirt into the bucket. The body looks perfect. Not to forget the trousers are also removed, leaving wet panties. Faiq grabbed the towel that was in the bathroom.

Myesha gave her a jacket, and Faiq put it on while waiting for Myesha to boil some water.

"She said Riki's son was here too? How lonely?" tanyanya sitting on the chair.

"Yuno and Yuriel just went to bed." Myesha turned on the stove after filling the water in the pot.

The man rubbed his hands, looking for warmth between his body that shivered in the cold. Myesha turned around and took another towel, stood behind Faiq and rubbed the hair of the man wearing the red jacket.

"Mas, I want a story."

"What story?" Faiq enjoys a rubbing of Myesha in her hair.

"My dad has kidney disease, he's asking for 20 million for surgery. How do you think?" Myesha still rubs Faiq's hair to dry quickly.

There was no immediate answer, Faiq was silent for a moment. Then breathe out heavy breaths. Aware of Myesha's words that do not show sympathy.

"Thank God our finances have no problem if you want to help," replied Faiq.

"But 20 million is a lot. You can buy a new motor."

Faiq's hand stopped Myesha's hand from rubbing her hair. He looked up, looking into the wife's eyes. The clear eyes behind the glasses seem to hold a lot of flavor.

"Have you forgiven your father?" faiq's question made Myesha's eyes glaze over. The woman turned her head to the side, avoiding Faiq's gaze.

"I'm just a normal human being who can get sick if ignored and discarded."

Faiq stood up, his hands on Myesha's shoulders. Slowly bring the woman into his arms. Brush the shaved hair lightly.

"Myesha is a good child, though neglected and discarded but still devoted. He's your father after all. When I was a kid, I always comforted Myesha, dear to Myesha. Just remember that, forget the things that hurt you."

The rubbing got softer, but Myesha's tears couldn't bear and just flowed. Her aching heart would be father's treatment how could it be forgotten just like that? It was too difficult for him.

Growing up alone, begging for affection for his own family. Dumped for marriage reasons, did not want to defend him in the slightest. All of this is too hard to forgive.

"Have you ever revealed anything to your father if you were hurt?"

Once again Myesha shook her head. "Dad would've known without me saying." The woman wiped her flowing snot.

"Help your father and express everything you feel, let your father know and you are relieved. After all, you have the right to talk, especially after helping out at a considerable cost."

This time Myesha nodded, her hand returning Faiq's embrace. Feeling warm between cold bodies. The water in the stove was already boiling, the steam was steaming.

"Brake together, yuk?" 

Myesha looked up, finding Faiq looking down on her.

"No, ah." Myesha tried to let go of her husband's embrace. But her small body was held.

"You're Sha, you don't want to. My husband is that loh, let alone your husband will be cold, love warmth." Grousers Faiq. Melt the melow atmosphere.

The man hugged Myesha tighter and tighter, looking for warmth between his shivering body. If happiness is able to be paid off then loving Myesha feels as repayment. 

"Well, I'm getting wet."

"What's? Are you wet? I was just hugging. You're a lust, yeah,"

Myesha frowned. Not understanding Faiq's words, once again trying to escape from the man's embrace which increasingly attached their bodies.

"What are you talking about, Mas. My clothes are wet, lo" said Myesha while showing her clothes were hit by water droplets from Faiq's hair.

"Well, get wet and take a bath together, let's produce a child."

"Ogah, balloon Mas out. Not bought yet, so no rations made, Mas. It's a hell of a bitch."

Once again Myesha tried to let go of Faiq's embrace.

"Just tonight we have to produce children. You do realize Sha that the origin of Yuno is not clear. Even though he entered our family card but still can be taken by his biological family. I want to have a real child, Sha."

Just then Myesha was silent, her thoughts were the same as Faiq's. Overwhelmed with anxiety because Yuno had no certainty. The desire to have a child of his own after 7 months of marriage certainly never crossed his mind.

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