Unknown Baby
Living Room

Faiq frowned, he did not know what Mr. Lurah meant and why this misunderstanding could happen. The young man approached and saw the necklace that Mr. Lurah was holding. See this there.

FAA and MA. Definitely they interpret as Faiq Akbar Alamsyah and Myesha Anindita.

"It's not our necklace, really." Faiq tried to defend himself. Then his eyes turned to the shaking Myesha. The girl also did not understand why there were her initials there.

"Do you want this problem to reach the village hall or be solved in a family way?" tanya Pak lurah gave me a choice.

The argument that night happened. The debate is fierce and no one wants to give up. Unfortunately, the evidence suggests that the baby was their child through a crisp necklace and a Faiq blanket that went missing a few days ago.

Then a middle-aged woman came, said a midwife. Initially Myesha was relieved when she was about to be examined. But the midwife lied and told everyone she had given birth. Everything's more fucked up. Faiq who was the doctor also had a great debate with the midwife. But unfortunately the midwife was more trusted by everyone than her.

Mr. Lurah asked the parents of Faiq and Myesha to come to discuss the matter. Facing society wasn't as easy as Faiq thought. He was defeated by a senseless argument that everyone agreed to. No one defended him even if he shouted the truth.

Though all this time Mr. Lurah, Mr. RT and the public know that Myesha only snekos on the top floor of her house. It is very common here because the city of Metro is one of the education cities of Lampung. Many school and college children are snekos in the area around Faiq's house.

The young man received Myesha two years ago because the girl was not a boy who would make trouble and noise. His job also fits with Faiq who does not like noise. Sure enough, for two years there was no problem with them.

Until now the baby appeared and made a misunderstanding happen.

"It looks like we were framed," said Faiq who was sitting beside Myesha.

They were in the house, waiting for the parents of the suspect. Their faces are down. People's looks are like judgment.

"What do we need to do, Mom? I'm not really the mother of that baby. Just holding can't."

Myesha panicked, her eyes reddened. Almost crying. He glanced at the baby who was a problem, now the baby was carried by Bu Lurah. Replaced diapers after crying loudly. Myesha really doesn't know how to take care of a baby.

"Where's the baby? A boy or a girl?" ask Mr. Darman enthusiastically.

Just arrived and entered the house. But his eyes immediately scanned the entire simple house looking for a baby figure.

"It's not what you think, really."

Faiq tried to prevent his father. But for free, Ms. Lurah went into the living room carrying a tiny baby.

The eyes of Darman, Faiq's father instantly sparkled. He smiled brightly.

"This is a baby boy, sir, " said Bu Lurah giving an answer.

Hearing that Darman is getting sparkling. He's very happy.

"Finally like me, this must be my granddaughter. I am sure a thousand percent. My wife, look at our grandson."

Faiq patted the jidat. His father was very fond of male offspring, it was definitely his response like that. Faiq has always refused to be forced into marriage.

Soon after, the parents of Myesha arrived. They traveled far from Kalianda. Came forced when contacted about baby Myesha.

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