Unknown Baby
Iced Tea

The breezy wind seemed to be blowing a tiny baby who was now sleeping in a baby carriage after crying loudly. Myesha was really waiting for Bu Warsih in a fairly distant seat with a horde of mothers. He didn't want to blend in because of their loud tone and sometimes he didn't understand.

The girl drank the iced tea she bought at the stall next to this house, enough to reduce her thirst in the extremely hot air. Sweat sprinkled from his temple, he shook his hands in the air curating the heat. 

This blue-painted house is next to the clinic, where the Bu Warsih practice is a midwife. There's a pretty big plaque on the side of the road, right in front of the clinic. Ms. Tina said Ms. Warsih had two children. The first is Halima, she's a nurse. And another boy named Dafa who is now sitting on the bench of Junior High.

Until one noon Myesha waited, she was hungry and finally bought some bread at the side stall. Tina and Bu Warsih are still talking, no matter what. Myesha only glanced at him for a moment.

At half-time Bu Warsih was finished and the postal service was deserted, with only Tina, Bu Warsih and Myesha. Tina still recorded something in the big blue journal book.

Bu Warsih was alone after drinking water in a bottle. Myesha immediately approached him while pushing the baby carriage in which Yuno was inside.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a second?" ask Myesha.

"Oh yeah, sorry to forget that you wanted a consul. What complaints?" ask Bu Warsih. 

"That's actually ...." Myesha didn't know where to start asking.

He was curious about the incident that night, when residents came to the house and accused him of gathering kebo. Tina said the person who reported her and Faiq was Bu Warsih. But Myesha was afraid of offending and considered the origin of the accusation.

"On how to care for a baby after immunization? Not your husband's a doctor. He must know." Guess Bu Warsih after seeing Myesha never speak. 

"Not that, I'd like to ask. About that night, when the people accused me and Mas Faiq. I heard that Bu Warsih reported. Why did Bu Warsih report that Mas Faiq and I were throwing babies, did you see for yourself?"

Hearing that question Bu Warsih was shocked. The 46-year-old was silent for a moment. He did not expect Myesha to dare to ask him directly. The look in the eyes of the girl before him was eager to hear an explanation.

"Anu .. In fact, I only heard from Halima. He said that when he came home from work he saw that you and Faiq were going to throw the baby away. Halima also said she often heard the sound of babies from the direction of your house, but she did not dare to talk to Lurah so I reported."

Bu Warsih avoided Myesha's gaze.

"Why didn't Halima ask me or Mas Faiq?"

"Halima said he didn't dare."

Myesha closed her eyes, she was very emotional at this moment. As a result of Halima, he was accused and raided by residents. Baby voice? During the drawing Myesha often wears a headset so she does not know if there is a baby voice or not.

Myesha looked at the woman with a pushy look, "where are you going? This is your home."

Myesha pointed to the door of the Bu Warsih house which was only a few steps away from them. Posyandu is indeed held in front of the house Bu Warsih which has a spacious terrace.

It seemed right that the middle-aged woman wanted to avoid Myesha. Do not want to give more answers than that to reason unreasonably.

"Oh yeah I forgot, I'm going to the bathroom. That's the gate right there." Show Bu Warsih as if to expel Myesha.

Myesha immediately stood up, if lingering here she was not sure she could control her high blood. Now go to Halima. Whether he's lying or not. Did he really hear the baby? From where?  Is he just making it up? Or are they conspiring? various questions kept spinning in Myesha's brain.

The girl pushed the baby carriage out of the Bu Warsih home page, Tina said that she still had a lot of work so could not go home now. As a result, Myesha and Yuno went home alone.

When on the street the girl saw the meatball stall, its pleasant aroma invited the girl to buy. He hasn't eaten meatballs in a long time. All of you take a moment away from the presumption, prakira and suuzon that keep ringing in his head.

The blue-tented meatball stall was not far from home, just one turn. Myesha never bought it here.

"Mang, the meatballs are two wrapped." Message Myesha while sitting on a long wooden chair.

This meatball shop was quiet, there was only a meatball salesman and a middle-aged woman who was washing dishes beside the tent. A flaming fan reduces the heat inside the tent.

"Wait a moment, Neng."

Smoke evaporated after Pakde Bakso opened the pot, put some meatballs with large size. Then take the plastic to mix the meatballs in a bowl with a picture of a rooster.

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