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Little Guest

"What's going on? Why is there a baby in my room?"

Lucy looked at a little boy sitting in his basket. A puffed-up cheek and a cheerful smile adorned the face of the toddler. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Lucy.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly and hoped that this was just a dream even though the sun had started to rise. "It's a dream, right? Why is there a baby here? Where the hell's he from? Why did you get into my room?" tanyanya.

The girl retreated slowly and almost nudged the table that was behind her. He covered part of his face with his palm. His memory is spinning trying to remember what happened last night.

"Wait, I think I'm dreaming." she said.

"Mama!" The baby cried out while raising his hand.

Lucy shook her head and waved her hand. "No, no. I'm not your mama" he said limply.

He smiled smirk. "How can I have a child when no one wants to be close to me? Ahahah," he murmured.

He took back the memory he forgot last night. That night he stayed up to finish the job. Even though he should be on leave even told to overtime all out.

He finally finished the work that was not small. At exactly 12 p.m., he turned off his computer and leaned back on the chair. His eyes closed for a moment then looked at the ceiling of his room.

The atmosphere tonight was completely quiet, even the usually noisy insects had fallen asleep. None of the vehicles passed and made any noise. Though his house is close to the highway, but tonight it is like only him who lives there.

Lucy ends the show complaining about it at night. He glanced at the window that led directly to the sky and found the moon shining brightly up there. It was quite entertaining because he rarely got such a beautiful view.

The night sky was decorated with stars that seemed to be scattered. Not to forget the brightest moonlight among them. The wind that was blowing slowly slipped in through the gap in the window of his house.

The girl got up from her chair. He sighed when he saw the whole house that was like a ship breaking. For two days he had forgotten the situation in his home.

His dirty clothes were still on the sofa. He forgot he hadn't put them in the laundry yesterday. Even the bottles were still in the corner of the room.

He began to clean his dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine. While waiting for the machine to finish working, he picked up a sack of garbage and began picking up the food wrappers that had piled up. Not to forget he put the glass bottles into recycled cardboard.

Lucy didn't throw it in the front trash. Suddenly his attention was on the television. He pressed the flash button and the square object displayed his show.

Although it's not Sunday night, there are television stations showing movies. Lucy chooses a fantasy film to accompany her night. He picked up a box of pizza and ate it in front of the television.

"I'll clean it up later," he murmured as he looked at the trash pill that was waiting near the door.

A few minutes ago, he complained that his eyes were sleepy. But now he even watched the film on his television screen. It was as if his sleepiness was gone nowhere.

At midnight, after a few minutes, Lucy was still sitting while enjoying a pizza that was not warm anymore. His views continued to focus following the storyline of the film he watched.

"Geez, I don't like blue hair!" gerutu commented on the antagonist in the film.

The film was not finished, but he was moved to immediately throw the garbage out of the house. He tied each sack and took it out. The night wind was very cold when he had just opened the door.

The girl embraced herself. It was as if in vain even though he was wearing a thick sweater because the wind could still pierce through stroking his skin. Not wanting to linger, he immediately transported the trash to a public trash can.

The truck!

"Have this been around since? I didn't see it just now" Lucy murmured.

Lucy approached the small basket to check its contents. How surprised when he saw there was a 1-year-old baby sleeping in there. He looked back to his left right to see if anyone else was there.

The girl still couldn't find him. Midnight is not the time for people to get out of their comfortable huts. Honestly, in her heart she wondered who left her baby on this cold night.

A piece of paper was tucked under the baby's pillow. Lucy immediately picked it up to read. He was intrigued by the mysterious baby's presence.

[Please take care of him for a while. His parents will be back, maybe a little while. There's money for living expenses under his blanket. In desperate need of your help, I believe you're a good man.

Thank you.]

"Which other parents left this blanket baby?" lamented sad.

Many of the irregularities he received once he finished reading the letter. No names of parents or people responsible for this poor baby were included. Lucy shook her head, she immediately brought the baby into the house so that it would not be long cold.

Gasp!

Lucy covered her mouth with both hands. He was shocked after the memory came out and told himself that this was not a dream. He actually took the baby and brought it into the house.

"Stupid me.." he crouched down by the table.

Lucy held her head, stroking her hair riled. He did not know how to make such an important decision. Taking a baby means being willing to take care of it.

"What are you doing, Lucy?! You haven't even met a kid in the last 10 years" his grunts occasionally hit him on the head slowly.

He somewhat regretted his actions. His face was gloomy even though the weather was clear out there. He was too reckless when he knew nothing.

"But if I don't bring her in, she'll get cold. If a neighbor finds out, I could have a case, too." he thought.

He looked at the little boy in front of him. "Who brought him to my house? What reason?"

Srak! Srak!

A woman walks towards a garden full of trees. He was holding his blood-stained chest. The poison that was given to him began to work.

His tears began to flow after he was not strong. Memories of him and a child begin to swirl. The smile on his lips was very sincere but also the most painful.

"I love you, my dear son."

He endured painful moans all over the body. The weak beating heart slowly stopped. Making him spit blood and dirty the nightgown he was wearing.

"Ma–forgive me, son.. man, I trust you, please take care of my son."

Bruk!