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First Day With a Mysterious Baby

The bright sun began to infiltrate behind the curtains. The birds that chirped were not able to disturb his sleep. Lucy still wants to linger in her dreams.

The wall clock is showing at 7 a.m. He began to piqu after feeling foreign movements. Someone like shaking his bed slowly.

Plaque!

"Mama!"

The tiny hand patted Lucy's face. It surprised him and opened his eyes. The glare made him blink a few times.

Lucy woke up feeling confused. His eyes were round seeing a cute baby in front of him. He even patted Lucy's cheek that had just woken up.

"You... who?" muttered.

It seems he forgot for a moment about last night. He quickly awoke from his sleep after remembering something about the 1-year-old baby. He sat with a mixed mind.

"Mama!"

The baby's screams made him fall away. He cupped his own cheeks and digested what was going on. Memories before going to bed again appear like pieces arranged in his head.

Suddenly the baby's cute eyes glazed over. He cried loudly making Lucy almost panic. She quickly grabbed the baby boy and took him to the kitchen.

"Damn! I don't have an Asi. Formula milk doesn't have it either!" it's in the heart.

The baby still continued to whine even louder than before. Lucy started sniffing something unfamiliar. The stench poked his nose.

"Ah, you defecate apparently," Lucy said when she saw the diaper the baby was wearing was bulging.

He put the baby in his bed. He cursed again, "I don't have a diaper!" said.

"Oweeekk!"

"Ah, yes for a minute!" Lucy doesn't think dizzy anymore. The girl immediately cleaned and changed her diaper with a clean cloth.

He ordered diapers online through his cell phone. Don't forget some formula milk cardboard for supplies. The money he found in the baby basket, he used it for this.

"Huh, problem one is done," he said in a statement, relieved when the order was confirmed.

Lucy frowned at the money she was holding. The number is very large even though only a few sheets. Because, the money that holds it is the highest nominal in the country.

"I think this can live him for two months if there is no problem" he murmured as he glanced at the baby who was playing alone.

Just left for a while, the replacement cloth of the pants had been removed. Make the baby crawl here and there half naked. Lucy sighed, not thinking that her single self had to take care of a baby that had come out of nowhere.

Speaking of the baby, Lucy observed the basket she found last night. Nothing but a piece of paper and more than enough money. Last night he found no trace of the man who brought the baby to his home.

"I don't even know her name" murmured Lucy resignedly.

"Mama!"

The baby kept calling her mom. Lucy just nodded, resigned herself who was no lover had been called mama. He also did not refuse to be called so by this adorable baby.

He sat in a chair facing the bed. That way, he could watch the little boy play. Breathing slowly in the air.

He was confused, should it say this was luck or vice versa. On holidays, instead of pampering yourself even take care of the baby. However, he did not imagine that today he had to go in and abandon the poor baby.

He scooped his tired face, "Why should I take it and take care of it?" his weakness.

"Is it because I came out and took out the trash myself? There's no one but me there, so because of that?"

The doorbell rang, he checked through the small glass on the door of his house. A courier brought her order. Two large packs of diapers and the rest formula milk.

"Mama!"

"Yes, just a minute."

He gave his doll to the baby to play with. While he tidied up his groceries and cleaned the house. He ruffled his waist from a distance while observing the baby's behavior.

It feels strange when a stranger is in his house. Not just one to two hours, but overnight. Then the baby will stay in his house until the parents appear.

"The problem is, when did they come to pick up the boy?" thought Lucy.

His death is only one week ahead. He was forced to take her to child care because it was impossible to leave his job. Or maybe an orphanage is the best option for the child.

"True, why isn't child care included?" his inner.

She doesn't understand, why would someone give their baby to a stranger's house in the middle of the night? Lucy doesn't believe in ghosts or horror movies. To him it was just a human fantasy.

However, if remembered again, Lucy felt creepy. He hugged his own arm and rubbed it down. His logical reasoning still reigns supreme over imagination.

"Imagination? Probably the last time it happened was when I was in the 3rd grade middle first," he murmured.

Lucy thinks she doesn't have time to fantasize. Children are synonymous with the world of imagination. However, Lucy chose to lock him up as if she had never done that before.

Adult life has been attacking him ever since he sat in High School. He has no time to take care of 'childish' things while the world of work attacks him. He had to raise money to live rather than sleep and dream beautifully.

Lucy approached the boy and touched him. "Not translucent, it's not a ghost" he said.

The baby looked up and smiled at Lucy. He raised both his hands. "Mama!" pekiknya cheerful.

Lucy also smiled warmly, "Do you want to carry?" He stretched out his hand, grabbed the little creature and carried it into his arms.

"Gosh, that's so soft" he muttered happily.

The thing that glittered when exposed to the light caught his attention. An object that covers the baby's neck he never rubs. The baby's name is written there.

"Loofyn de Woove..."

"Oh, is your name Loofyn? Unique too," he said.

His eyes looked at the baby he was carrying. "Loofyn," he called.

Whether he saw it wrong or not, at first glance the baby's eyes changed color when he mentioned his name. Lucy again blinked her eyes and confirmed that Loofyn had dark blue eyes, not gold. Loofyn just laughed at Lucy who was confused.

"Loofyn?" call him again, but there was no flash like before.

Lucy decides that she is just a hallucination. He assumes, the effect of overtime last night makes him tired. He took a chair and sat down while holding Loofyn who no longer made any behavior.

"Huft...why were you abandoned by your parents in my house?" ask the baby who can't talk.

He stroked Loofyn's chubby cheeks. "When you're funny like this, why did they leave you on that cold night?"

"God, since when have I been this emotional? I even forgot when was the last time I felt this kind of feeling," he murmured holding back his teary eyes.

"Why should I take care of you?"