Unknown Baby
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The sun was shining when it was still morning, that day Myesha decided to make a special meal. He will use the reason shared with the neighbors to approach Susi and Tina. Meanwhile, Faiq plans to investigate Riki and the disappearance of the entire cctv on the day of the crime. 

The list of patients Faiq's friends gave him wasn't much help, the information they knew from people around him was too little.

That morning after the dawn prayer Myesha went straight to the kitchen, making fried rice for breakfast. While Faiq took a bath after bringing Yuno to sunbathe in front of the house while watching Riki. 

"How do you make a bakwan?" muttered the girl. 

Though yesterday afternoon he had already bought the complete ingredients, looked on the internet and will practice it today. But after everything was available he was confused. 

"Hope isn't it yet, Sha?" asked Faiq after coming out of the room.

The man walked into the kitchen carrying a white coat that was washed yesterday and a black office bag. Put it down before sitting in a chair.

"Udah, Mas."

Once Myesha movement lifted the fried rice on the plate she had prepared. Still wearing an apron, Myesha sat opposite Faiq at the dining table.

Half an hour in the kitchen, Myesha managed to make fried rice and two eggs. Serving it for Faiq.

"You're sure, wasn't this as cool as yesterday? You see, if every day I eat salty food, I get sick."

"Relax, I've tried it's not as bad as yesterday."

The first experiment was charred, the second experiment charred, the third experiment salty. Almost every day Myesha thrives on cooking. Unlike before, now it feels much more human. 

They spent breakfast with bland fried rice, Faiq did not comment. He believes Myesha has tried her hardest to give her the best. There are complementary white crackers, so the bland taste can be covered.

"Because it's Saturday like two o'clock I can go home" Faiq said between meals. 

Different from men in general who like to hang out if there is free time, Faiq immediately went home after work. He fulfills his responsibilities in exchange for Myesha keeping Yuno, so that the girl can draw and finish the comic. 

"When you come home to chandra, yes, Mas. Buy discount diapers."

Usually Myesha itself is to chandra, the mall in the central Metro. Although the mall is not too big, but Myesha likes discounts there. Unlike the subject of books, he prefers a bookstore located in the marketplace cendrawasih. Right in front of the mall. The price is cheap and very friendly to the bag.

"If there is milk?" ask Faiq.

"Still. No need to buy."

Taking only five minutes of fried rice on the plate running out, Faiq glanced at the clock on his wrist. At seven in the morning. The man took a glass of water before moving on. 

"Sha, I'm leaving first."

Faiq stood up, he took the white coat he had placed on the back of the chair. His hand then grabbed the bag.

Seeing the sloping tie made Myesha unable to move, approaching towards Faiq. Myesha painstakingly fixed Faiq's purple tie. His eyes focused on staring. 

Meanwhile the thump in Faiq's heart grew increasingly uncontrollable looking at Myesha in front of him. The smell of rose-scented shampoo is perfect. Just inches from Faiq's nose. Myesha's forehead was clearly emblazoned with the desire to kiss her. 

Faiq recalled in the television series, when a wife put a tie on her husband before leaving for work then the husband will give a kiss on the forehead a thank you sign. Right now, the turmoil in the man's heart led him to do the same, kissing Myesha's forehead which was only a few inches from her lips. 

"What are you doing, Mas?" ask Myesha.  His hand stopped justifying Faiq's tie.

Now the man realized that he had placed his lips on Myesha's forehead, making the glasses girl in front of him wonder about her strange behavior.

Confused, what to answer to avoid this awkward situation. Then Faiq widened his lips, like eating something from there.

"There's rice on your forehead, baby if it's thrown away so I'll eat it."

A moment later Myesha checked her forehead, there was nothing. Just a little wet from Faiq's lips. 

"I'm leaving first, wassalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam" answered Myesha. 

Faiq rushed out of the house to the garage, passing Myesha's pink metic motorbike. Inwardly the man wanted to rush away before the embarrassment made him die here. 

Along the way to the hospital, Faiq continued to grieve his actions just now. Very careless and silly. Plus it was as if he was eating rice from Myesha's forehead.

"Stupid!"

Shame mixed with regret now made him hit the steering wheel. Car out of the yard. Towards a larger main road. Turn left and press faster. Until we got to the two-lane road. Faiq waited for a while before turning right towards the central Metro.

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For those who don't know, I'll tell you. I was up every day because I entered the top 10. I appreciate the vote for baby so I try hard to bales by way of up every day in the moment of schlipun pain. But different stories if gk enter the top 10 again, I do not try to tp up tp back to the usual schedule, that is as much as possible, sesempetnya, the beginning of the script. So if you want to up every hr kayak sunday vote a lot.