Unknown Baby
Envelopes

The car drove out of the Metro city to Tri Datu where Shasha and Gilang's wedding reception took place. With a sky blue shirt Faiq looks very neat. The fragrance of perfume overflowed until it smelled Myesha who was next to her. The girl held Yuno while giving her formula.

The tiny baby was wearing a new shirt, a sky blue shirt that looked like Faiq. The man chose a suit that was almost similar. Anyone could now see that Yuno was like her own child and they were a happy new family.

Ah, now Faiq just remembered. The link between him and Myesha is Yuno. If they find the baby's parents, Myesha will leave. And it all came back to how it was. Faiq wants everything not to be that fast.

The car has arrived in Sukadana area, East Lampung district. They soon reached the reception. Faiq glanced at Myesha from the side. With her innocent attitude the girl invited Yuno to talk along the way.

"Oh yeah, how many people?" myesha asked her head, their eyes glared for a moment before Faiq hurriedly looked forward again.

"Two pieces of mango leaves."

Myesha laughed as if Faiq was joking. But Faiq did put two pieces of dried mango leaves in the envelope.

"Mas, this could be a joke."

"I'm serious, Sha."

Faiq gave her the envelope she had prepared, not yet glued. Myesha looked inside the envelope with difficulty as she held it while holding Yuno.

Sure enough, it's two dried mango leaves. Myesha glared at Faiq. "What a fact, Mas. Cook ngamplop kayak gini. Want to go viral?"

"They did not cover when we married, still mending us bales dateng despite his intention to show off while eating for free."

Myesha squinted her eyes, disapproving of Faiq's ridiculous idea of sanding two dried mango leaves. He can be embarrassed later.

"Seriously, Mom. I've danda pretty gini cook ngamplopnya dried leaves. I'm ashamed."

"You're beautiful and you're not for them."

"Bg ...."

"Yes yes, change the money. How good? But not much."

"Two hundred thousand."

"Too many, ten thousand."

"Emang wants to buy cendol!"

Myesha hit Faiq's arm, not wanting to joke because they had already entered the Tri Datu area. Exit the eastbound causeway and drive on the narrow asphalt road.

Seen some cars and motorcycles passing by, passengers are dressed neatly typical of the condition.

"Well, two hundred thousand."

Myesha received it while gluing the envelope, and she put it in a small bag. They got out of the car and were greeted by the sound of a short-stroke bidder. Hard with his song.

The event was held at Shasha's house. The headmaster's son who now works in the sub-district is quite popular from the time of Faiq High School. It is natural that invited guests and wedding receptions are held in a large manner.

While carrying Yuno, Myesha walked behind Faiq who was crucifying the lined-up guests. Some are familiar with Faiq because they used to play here. Feeling pangling and asking the young doctor. Of course this was a great opportunity for Faiq to show off Myesha and Yuno.

They headed straight for the buffet, Myesha did not take any food and only Faiq took in a considerable amount. For both, he said.

Faiq's eyes were fixed with the two brides sitting on the throne, they were surprised to see Faiq coming with a beautiful girl carrying a baby. Moreover, Faiq fed Myesha who could not take the rice because she was holding Yuno.

Faiq's winning smile show, proud. He felt that his revenge was perfect. I want to laugh as much as possible.

After finishing the meal on Faiq's plate, he asked to crucify the bride. The voice of the bidua still sang loudly.

Duhai happy newlyweds, sitting side by side cheering.

At a glance Faiq looked at the song, he felt that the song was more suitable for singing qosidah. Where did they get such an obscure biduan from? Faiq shook his head.

The small stairs leading to the pelaminan climbed Myesha carefully assisted Faiq. Afraid slip.

"Congratulations, you are a match, meet my wife Myesha and my son Yuno."

Faiq crucifies Shasha and then introduces Myesha.

"Hallo. Congratulations on your marriage" said Myesha, smiling.

"Thank you." Shasha replied with a smile.

While Gilang drew closer to Faiq's ear and whispered, "we may not take the wife. You sound prettier and prettier."

"Dead on you, Lang."

His friend was still crazy even crazier than their school days.

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Love vote for dedek Yuno ya gengs. Make buy diapers and milk, pity gk can drink ASI from Myesha.