Unknown Baby
Cell phones

The bridal room was decorated with a new bed sheet in red a few days ago. There was a pretty flower vase in the corner of the room. The glass of the closet showed Faiq who was pacing back and forth in front of the bed. He's restless. While Myesha looked at Faiq with eyeballs following her direction.

"Silent, Mas. I'm dizzy to see."

Myesha has changed clothes with sleepwear patterned doraemon. The tiny baby beside him slept soundly after the two men had a fuss about changing diapers.

"We have to run away, otherwise we go abroad." The sentence that Faiq had just spoken made Myesha's forehead wrinkle.

Their problem is babies, what does that have to do with running away? Tomorrow the family from Myesha's side will go to Faiq's house in East Lampung. Massive events will be held there.

"Why run? Aren't we talking about this? Our problem is the baby."

Myesha pointed to a baby named Yuno who was fast asleep. Her cheeks began to puff up after more than a week of living with Myesha and her family.

"You don't know what my family is trying to do" Faiq said, biting his fingernails. Panicked.

The door is knocked from the outside, "Faiq, can you come along for a minute?"

Myesha's father's voice asked Faiq out. The tall young man took a breath. Trying to calm down.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Faiq picked up his phone on the nightstand. Then put in his black pants pocket. He walked open the door. The face of the middle-aged man with a thin mustache looked at him.

"Let's play the gaple, introduce you to the neighbors." Bring Dad.

"But I've never played the gaple." Faiq frowned.

He knows what a gaple is, because every day there is a definite celebration at night male neighbors will gather to play cards or gaples. A gambling game without money. They reasoned that it was to keep a place that had a wish.

"No papa, the important thing is that you get to know your neighbors."

Dad patted Faiq on the shoulder, who was much taller than him, assuring him that everything would be fine even if his son-in-law could not play.

Faiq looked at Myesha, trying to find help to avoid this problem. He really doesn't like it.

Meanwhile, Myesha turned away, pretending not to know Faiq's request. The girl wanted to sleep, some days she had trouble sleeping because she was looking after the baby.

"Come," take Dad again. Inviting Faiq to come out.

Without being able to resist, Faiq according. He panicked but had to deal with the neighbors.

After Faiq left, Myesha lay down beside the baby. Touching that tiny cheek, Myesha did not hate the baby just that her presence was the wrong thing. The girl realized that appearing between them and making a fuss like this was not the baby's fault.

Slowly Myesha's eyes closed. Given that this problem will be solved if they find the baby's biological parents. Taking them to the police station, even Myesha intends to hit and grab their hair.

Suddenly the phone rang, Myesha hurriedly picked it up before the sound of the phone woke the baby up. He went to the corner of the room to stay away. Checking who's calling these nights.

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Seriate.