Neighbor's Room

Neighbor's Room
Milk Matters



Both of Felix's eyeballs were still staring at the letter with a pushy look. But after that, Felix immediately woke up. He immediately turned his gaze to the sleeping baby boy. 


As her eyes stared at the baby boy's face, her memory suddenly floated on a photo attached to the wall of her living room. And, he recalled the face in the photo now in front of him.


"Where's whose kid? My boy's time?" felix's mumbling still hasn't moved.


His attention was distracted when the baby boy began to move. His hands moved restlessly until the two tiny eyes opened.


Feeling unfamiliar with the new place, the three-month-old baby grew increasingly agitated. And, at his peak he began to curl his lips downwards. Not waiting any longer, suddenly the loud voice of the baby boy's cry was immediately heard.


Of course it makes Felix immediately shocked. He was confused and confused as to what to do. The thing Felix can do is lift the baby with his basket. However, it is certainly not able to make the baby boy stop mrnangis.


Felix's face immediately turned pale. He moved agitated movements like he was about to pet the baby. However, of course Felix's movements and mannerisms were really strange. Instead of being calm, it actually makes the baby cry even harder.


Hearing the increasingly weeping, Felix became increasingly agitated. She also worries if the crying of the baby boy interferes with the comfort of her apartment unit neighbors. Inevitably, Felix brought the crying baby into his apartment unit.


Once brought in, did the baby boy's cries stop? And, the answer is no. Not to stop crying, but the baby boy actually cried louder.


"Aduuhh, this is why the cry is getting faster?" Felix was confused. He moved agitatedly while still holding the baby basket.


"Eh, usually he will stop crying if drinking milk. Where's milk?" Felix lowered the baby basket on the sofa. After that, he began looking for milk bottles or drinking equipment for the baby. However, what was found was an empty milk bottle on the side of the bag containing baby supplies.


Of course it makes Felix flutter. He was confused what to do. Baby milk? Where's got her stock of baby milk. Let alone milk for babies, milk for adults Felix also does not have. 🤧


"Dwid. How'this? I don't have baby milk anymore. I gave you orange juice. Is it okay for babies to drink orange juice?" Felix stood up agitatedly.


However, Felix undoes his intention to give orange juice for fear that the baby does not like the taste of oranges.


"Did I just give you some water, huh? Who knows, be quiet. If thirst is given to drink it will immediately be silent," again Felix assumed himself.


The sound of the baby's cry was still heard loudly. In fact, his voice sounded shrill until it was heard to the unit next to Felix's apartment.


Felix immediately went to the door and saw on the monitor who was visiting at night. His forehead creased as he looked at someone unknown to him. Uh, or maybe not.


Feeling that the guest was harmless, Felix opened the door. 


Chequek.


A girl who looks like she's still the same age as a schoolboy.


"Who are you?" ask Felix. "What do you need?"


Instead of answering Felix's question, the woman immediately turned her head toward Felix's apartment.


"That's your son why is it so bad, Om? His voice is so tight that it disturbs the concentration of learning. Is it flanked, anyway?" ask the woman.


Hearing the question, of course Felix was annoyed. What did he do to make the baby boy cry? Grous Felix.


"Cckk. Indiscriminate. I'm not doing anything." Felix looked in annoyance at the woman.


The woman's net was fixed on the empty milk bottle that Felix was carrying. He could have guessed if the baby was thirsty.


"Oh, thirsty? Make some milk, Om. Pity to cry so much."


Hearing that, Felix recalled that he did not have milk. Uh, that means milk for babies, yeah. Felix was confused as to what to do.


"I don't actually have any milk. You have?" ask Felix clumsily. I don't know why his eyes were immediately fixed on the front of the woman in front of him.


'God! Such a small body how could it have such a big 'chest bun? 38D this is for sure.'