At the End of My Tired!

Part CIII

"Killa's mom doesn't want anyone hitching a ride in our house, Killa doesn't want to. Get rid of him, get rid of him. Killa doesn't like it, gaak!" Reegan's head was already throbbing pain, the boy was indeed very unruly. Though it had been explained well, why Killa was so difficult to understand, or deliberately did not want to understand as usual.

"Can't be Killa, Kira is the son of father and mother as well, where can I throw out. You have to share, if not up to you. Dad's dizzy." The man moved and carried the small body of his son, Kira. Go back to the room and lock it from the inside.

Killa trus shouted in a hoarse and raucous voice, as most cried and screamed incoherently. No one wants to silence their tantrums anymore, as they already have. Keyra, Puput and a nurse who tried to persuade him were instead exposed to his rampage. Even the nurse's forehead was hit by a cell phone. What a terrible child the nurse was. Fortunately he was paid high enough to care for the psychopath.

"Udah deck, let's go in the room. Later you even hurt with him, so just don't think about it." Keenan led the sister to her room, which was next to her parents' room. Keyra's room was deliberately made below, making it easier for the girl without having to go up and down the stairs.

"What's really wrong, brother, if left behind? Is the sister there?" Keyra the soft heart of cotton said hesitantly, he did not have the heart but had to.

"There's no, I'll keep an eye on it. Miss rest is okay." Said the nurse friendly, although the pulse on her forehead felt nano-nano.

"Teteh just call her Sus, don't miss. Totally excessive. Little Keyra, everyone who works here calls him that." Reply Keyra is no less friendly while smiling sweetly.

The nurse looked up, why is it so different. During her hospital stay, the little girl often snapped and ruled her at will. Even the lady's call was at the request of the child himself.

"Eh, yes tea. That's what you call him." The nurse was wrong. She thought the teenager would be more or less than her sister. He became ashamed of his own prejudices.

"Yes just aja. We say yes sus, that Killa later please be given a drink first, mostly cry from earlier. Afraid his throat hurts. Thanks in advance, sus. Excuse um. Yuk sis." Keenan led his sister slowly to his room. All this did not go unnoticed by the nurse.

She should be grateful for a week of working as a nurse. She was instead recommended to be a private nurse, from the child of the owner of the hospital where she worked. But who would have thought, the child who was guarded and cared for, his behavior was impressive. From the first minute she started taking care of the child, when just a day of waking up from a coma, her attitude did not reflect that of a person who had been seriously ill.

The boy snapped at him just for putting up a blanket, with the image upside down. Tomorrow morning, more precisely, dawn time still shows at 05: more or less, Killa poured her drinking water on the poor nurse. The nurse was considered lazy because she did not wake up quickly. At 5 am in the morning, if you want to do something, if you ask for help then wake up slowly. There is no need to directly throw it into the well of that person.

He was about to give up, his plan was already well established. Not being paid is okay, the important thing is that her life and self-esteem are saved. Long time caring for the child, can make him die young, his pride was not restless. Every minute the boy said it was stupid, useless, brainless and there were many more magic words, coming out of the little girl's venomous mouth.

The plan when he arrived at the family home, he will retire from his job. Especially when his innocent forehead was made to bangjol without any mistake. But now he became a little hesitant, it turns out his prejudice on the family was dashed. He thought, all rich people will treat people like him, arbitrarily.

"Hey, stupid nurse! Take me up to the room, I want a wife." Again, and again. The boy called out to him so courteously, making Arumi, the nurse was eager to bandage the girl's immoral mouth.

"Yes lady, let me carry." Said the nurse in patient mode with limited limits.

"Son, I don't want to be carried. Lift up the wheelchairs, don't want to know. Point!." Okay how he's gonna lift that girl and her wheelchair.

"Let me, sus." The baritone's voice made Arumi gasp in shock.

"Eh, not young master, this is my duty." His words are not good, but at the same time afraid. Keenan's flat face, made her think 2022 times to ask for help.

Reegan wanted Killa and Kira to be close, so when the boy came home from the hospital. Reegan deliberately set up a double bed in Kira's room, as well as to make it easier for Killa if she wants to leave the room. The girl did not need to go down the stairs.

But the stubborn one, it is difficult to set well. Until Reegan gave up, she even had the wife go into the room first, when Killa started acting anarchic. He knows the weakness of his wife, so therefore, he must prevent that pity from appearing in the clean heart of the wife. At least for now, because the behavior of the child is beyond the limits of the fairness of children his age.

"sorry. So what do I call, so it's easier if there's anything I need to ask." Said Arumi timidly. Keenan's flat face made him want to pack home immediately.

"Keenan, enough." Arumi was even more confused, not that it was disrespectful. However, Keenan was the son of his employer. She was indeed a nurse, but her role was now nothing more than a nanny.

"If it's Keenan, it can. Let's be more polite, don't mean anything." Said the girl again as she followed Keenan from behind, towards the young lady's room in the house. While carrying his clothes bag that is not large is also not small.

"Hmmm.." That short.

Makes Arumi confused as to what else to respond to.

"Thank you, Mr. Keenan. I can put it in the corner, no." Arumi raised her dull bag.

"No way, Killa doesn't want anyone dirtying Killa's room. He slept outside. I'm tired of going to bed, get this stupid nurse out." Killa pulled her blanket up to the neckline.

"Killa, you don't go too far!" Keenan doesn't like it. The reprimanded Namu pretended to be asleep.

"Eh, it's okay, Keenan. Here I sleep on the sofa outside the room, I sleep where I can, it is common to sleep on tile-based mats. It's even cool, it's cold." Loh, how come he's venting anyway. Fuckin' mouth lemes.

"Mmm. This I put where yes mas, besides a large closet decket sofa outside may. Besides him, not his eyes." As fast as lightning Arumi used his words, afraid to cause misunderstandings.

"Put it in my room. There's an empty closet. Later if you want to take a shower there too, just tell me I'll get out of the room." He said with a flat face.

"Eh, but..."

"Don't argue, you want your bag to be considered not to be used as a house cleaner. Trus dumped in the trash." All right, he's giving up. Once riding a bath in the room of a rich person, surely the sensation is different. If in his house used to take a 5-minute shower because it alternates, who knows here he can take a half-hour bath longer.

"Well, mas Keenan. So this...."

"Follow me." Arumi followed Keenan to his room.

"Put it there, it's the nightstand closet. But it seems to fit, your bags you all fold put inside." Finished giving direction to Arumi, Keenan walked out of his room. She wants to give Arumi some privacy, to arrange her clothes.