Unknown Baby
Trash Tampat

Currently Myesha is grateful because the man she married is a very understanding person. If another man would probably directly pounce on her without thinking about her feelings at all.

As Faiq said, he would express his feelings for Dhamar. Older brother when he was in high school, the person who took care of him like his own brother when he was alone in Bandar Lampung.

In a few weeks, Dhamar will be in Lampung. The man, two years older than Myesha, worked as an aide to the Indonesian House of Representatives, accompanying wara wiri officials to carry out the duties of the people or just take the hearts of the people. He has also been in politics since graduating from college.

"Thank you for understanding, Mas. I will express my feelings when I just moved on. After that maybe I can open my heart to you."

Faiq flopped to the side, hugging the girl tightly.

"No papa, I'll wait and try to get your heart. We're going to slow down."

Myesha drowned her face in the chest of Faiq's shirtless field, feeling a heartbeat there. For now he felt very comfortable being near Faiq. A feeling that Myesha has not felt for a long time.

Men are like protectors, guides and lovers. Faiq was able to bring that impression into Myesha's heart.

Still clutching tightly to Myesha, Faiq was able to smell the fragrance of the girl's hair. "What kind of person do you like?"

Hearing that question Myesha looked up, looking at the eyeballs of Faiq who was looking at her. Then Myesha looked down again.

"He's a hardworking guy, his parents divorced and he lives in Bandar Lampung like me for school. He's got such a strong spirit that it makes me jealous."

Myesha answered what it was. Remembering the man who had stolen his heart for several years. The guy with the dimples he can't afford to forget.

"Where is he now?" ask Faiq again.

"He works in Jakarta, so his aide is an official but he said next month he is on holiday to Lampung."

"Keep her boyfriend?"

"I don't know very well, she's been dating since college. I know his girlfriend is East Lampung."

"Whoever you like I win, because your family card is mine."

Meanwhile Myesha enjoys the gentle treatment of Faiq, a man who greatly appreciates her feelings.

Slowly Myesha returned the man's embrace to sleep. A smile appeared on Faiq's lips as Myesha was about to return her greeting, one more advance in their relationship.

That night they fell asleep in a state of hugging each other until two, Yuno asked them for a period of time to pay attention as well.

"I made milk first." Faiq said while wearing his shirt. Myesha confirmed a hair tie that almost fell off before holding the baby. 

"Yes, hurry, Mommy."

As newlyweds who become impromptu parents, they are very compact in caring for the tiny baby.

The next morning Faiq found an object that Myesha thought was a balloon lying on the floor, still spotless clean from her. The man picked up the object then walked towards the trash can.

"It's a pity that I want to throw you out after you wear it."

In the end that's how the balloon, wasted without ever feeling its usefulness was created. Maybe it has not been the budget and other balloons that will fill the place you want to reach. The balloon went into the trash.

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Seriate

Love vote a lot for balloon gangs, pity 😔 he has accompanied us a few days but instead ended up in the trash can. 😩