Unknown Baby
Upper Room

When Myesha delivered tea to the living room, I was already asleep on the sofa. Faiq told him to just put it on the table and look at Yuno's condition.

Myesha complied and went into the room, seeing their mothers-in-law holding Yuno, who woke up to a noise.

"Your path is that? You sick, Mye?" ask Faiq's mother number 2.

"So afternoon I was almost at Tri Kora, Mom. Good thing Mas Faiq nolongin."

"But you're not papa, are you? How can the story be told?" asked Faiq's birth mother as she approached, checking her ex's body.

"No papa, Mom. I was treated with Mas Faiq. There was business in Bandar Lampung and my helmet was then passed through Tri Kora."

"Where are the wounds?" ask Faiq's mother number 1 who is currently holding Yuno.

"Many are wounded, almost my whole body hurts." Myesha sat on the bed.

Followed by Faiq's birth mother, "let's see."

Faiq's mother opened up Myesha's shirt and found many red spots there. Myesha hurriedly closed the shirt back.

"Basar begal brazen, until your chest wound like that."

"Anu it ...."

Myesha stopped her speech, there was no way she would tell him it was Faiq. Embarrassed.

"What was that finally? Are you a cop or not?" ask Faiq's mother number 3.

"You know, Mom. No need to worry."

"If that means we're here. Tonight let Yuno be with us. You can sleep in another room with Faiq. Rest let the spit heal and do not exercise malem." Faiq's biological mother gave her advice.

Sporting night? Faiq said that they had been exercising the night before when eating. Although Myesha does not understand sports part of where. Maybe, when I hit the begal. Faiq sweats a lot and he also sports the heart because of crying and fear.

"I've been doing some gymnastics, Mom."

"Still sting yes sports malem even though it has been hit hard, basic Faiq does not know sikon. Yehudah you must be tired. Sleep there, let's take care of Yuno."

"Mom-mothers will also run out of long trips must be tired. No papa. Let me take care of Yuno, upstairs there is a room, same next to the living room there is also a room, please rest." Myesha's suggestion was to take Yuno.

"We miss Yuno, you have rested there." Faiq's biological mother insisted.

"Yes you sleep there." This time, number 1 is out.

There was no choice for Myesha, they insisted. After all, his body was sick and wanted to rest.

"Well, if so, thank you, ma'am. Oh yeah, I made tea at the front desk."

"Yes, we'll have a drink."

Myesha left the room and walked towards Faiq who was still sitting on the sofa while playing the phone.

"You sleep upstairs."

They went to the upper room, tired body was accompanied by Faiq. Myesha looked at the sky of her room. He put the stars on the roof. He had not slept in the upper room for a long time. His room was before he married Faiq.

Meanwhile Faiq reached out his hand, Myesha turned her head to the side. Trying to figure out why the man reached out to her.

"Nyicil again, we've never held hands while sleeping, have we?"

Hearing that Myesha smiled then took a helping hand of Faiq, returning the grasp tightly.

"My mother once said that one day Mother was healthy she would take me to the beach. But your mother's condition is getting worse and she's dead."

Myesha recalls her last memories with her birth mother. Memories are fading away.

"What was your biological mother like?" tanya Faiq followed the direction of Myesha's view.

"My mother is beautiful, her hair is long and her smile is sweet. That's all I remember, but the warm feeling of Mother wiping my hair before going to bed is still felt today."

"What's like this?" Faiq sat down then rubbed Myesha's hair with his right hand.

"Likens, your mothers are all well yes, I envy."

Faiq continued to rub Myesha's hair, "now they are also your mother. So you don't have to be envious." A kiss floated on the girl's forehead.

"Stay that Mas has grown well in their care, different from me."

"I'll also take care of you from now on, you want to go to the beach? Later if it's our payday to the beach huh?"

"Oh yes money from good money Mas, can make play to the beach."

"Thursday's the red date, we go to the beach with money from the begal." Advice Faiq.

Myesha closed her eyes as she nodded, trying to reach for the dream world. I hope to meet her mother even once. She misses.

But that hope did not come true, until Myesha's dawn did not dream at all. Faiq is out of the house. He heard the sound of an orange cat roaring from last night.

He found the cat full of wounds, like beaten up by someone. He remembered throwing the orange carefully so it was impossible to get hurt. Then his eyes forward, as the orange cat came in, he saw the gate of Mr. Burhan's house open.

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