Unknown Baby
Invitation.

Many things that cannot be explained, misunderstandings that lead to a mess. Remembering the events of these few weeks made Myesha want to laugh.

"Why laugh?" tanya Faiq, still driving to Metro via Jepara.

The eastbound road was as crowded as ever, Faiq's white Avanza car drove perfectly without any problems. Just half an hour they left home, filling up the gas at the pump before continuing on their way.

Myesha's eyes turned to the side, looking at the usual river for free tours named curup. Water's clear.

"It's funny now we have to take care of the baby, tied to marriage and family status."

The car is still driving, now the expanse of rice fields looks green. Refreshed the eyes of Myesha who had not left the house for a long time because she was busy drawing.

"Though it's messy but pretty funny."

Faiq looked at the glass, Yuno fell into a deep sleep behind after crying loudly before leaving. Cucut, his favorite turtle did not forget to be taken back to his home in Metro. And what makes the hassle is the variety of food and gifts they have. Really filled the car.

Myesha still looked at the expanse of rice fields. Looks green and fresh. He smiled, remembering the memories with his grandparents.

"You like the view? Why not just be a painter?"

Apparently from earlier Faiq noticed. Myesha returned to her sitting position. Looking ahead. Many cars passing by. This road is an important access to the pier before the island of Java.

"I'd rather make a comic" answered Myesha.

"If you were a painter, you could open your own gallery." Faiq commented on Myesha's reply, her eyes still focused on driving.

"I'm not interested, because for me making a comic is like creating the world and the destiny I want."

Still felt in the memory of the girl when she first drew, stepping on Junior High she grew up in loneliness in the boarding room. making the girl have a lot of drawing time. He drew a character surrounded by family. Loved by everyone wherever they are.

Starting from the fantasy Myesha develops in the form of a story, over time drawing becomes a need to vent emotions. He was content to create a world he could control.

Together with her comic characters, Myesha grew up, stepped on the bench of the girl's high school is increasingly active in drawing to win various competitions.

He can also go to college thanks to drawing. His father did not want to pay for his college, asking Myesha to work alone so that she could live independently without asking for money from the family again. With great difficulty the girl struggled to make money for the sake of college.

"I haven't read your comics yet."

Hearing that Myesha's eyes turned to Faiq, she smiled.

"No, my comic seems to have to end as soon as possible. Oh yeah, my own why be a doctor?"

Myesha's question made Faiq pause for a moment.

"Because I'm hurt" he replied later.

"Oh, it must be hurt to see injustice. That's why I'm determined to be a doctor so I can help people."

The car entered the Jepara area, now there are two lines. The roads are getting bigger. Car fuso freight carriers became dominant.

"Then?"

"Emb .. when SD I expressed love to my classmates. Then he rejected me on the grounds that my teeth were black and hollow. He said it was a contagious disease. From then on I was determined to be a dentist and make my teeth as white as milk."

Reason that is quite acceptable Myesha. At least now he knew that not everyone who became a doctor had a noble reason. An example is Faiq, a side that Myesha only knows today.

"Oh yeah, I left this. He said it was mandatory to come."

The bag that was behind was pulled by Myesha, the girl reached into its contents. Looking for the red object that was left for Faiq.

It didn't take long for Myesha to get the thing, she thrust it at Faiq who was driving.

"Whose invitation?" tanya Faiq was still focused on the road after taking a quick glance.

"His name is Sasha and Gilang."

"Then the two luckynuts got married."

The first time hearing Faiq speak rudely made Myesha fixated, Faiq's face was instantly grim and annoyed.

"Who are they?"

"My ex-friends and my ex-girlfriend."

Faiq replied without even looking at Myesha. He slowed down the car and took the mineral water, drank it like a thirsty man. For a moment the man looked at the clock, almost two o'clock. One hour's drive to Metro.

There's a musola in front, Avanza's car is entering the yard.

"Solat dzuhur first, Sha."

"Oh yes."

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Seriate.

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