Babysit Wife Candidate

Najwa's cold attitude.

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

Drep.

The sound of footsteps stopped, and the two people who had been busy chatting while joking, immediately turned their heads simultaneously.

In an instant, Kartika changed her expression. Approaching the little girl who was glued between the connecting door of the kitchen and dining room.

" You've come home it turns out, why didn't Umm hear anyone say hello?" kartika said gently, while stroking the slightly cold cheek, after Najwa had previously kissed her hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Umma, Uncle..," greeted him with a faint smile towards Andra.

"Waalaikum salam," answered simultaneously by the mother and child who was almost clumsy.

"Ehm, Umma make chocolate huh. Let your body warm and let's all get tired,"

"Because, surely the test is exhausting," bargained Kartika to lead the slender hand, but...

"Shyukron, Umma. Najwa wants to rest in the room." The girl spoke after catching a glimpse of Andra who was turning her back. His heart was like a crumb, seeing his favorite young man disregarding his presence. His spirit withered even more, he just wanted to cry back in his room.

Najwa quickly climbed up the stairs with firm steps. Kartika understood and realized that there were people who had unconsciously hurt each other.

He turned his head, staring at the straight back wrapped in a blue dongker shirt. The closer he got, the more it appeared that the strapping body trembled slightly.

The woman in shar'i clothes, touching the young man's shoulder was soft.

Don't torture yourself, meet him.

Be gentle and firm

Do it, all for the sake of happiness, right?"

Andra looked up, dispelling the clear liquid that he was brazenly about to pour out.

Restoring his breath that had been tight, even though he only heard the tone of a disappointed voice from the little girl panjanya.

Andra looked to the side

"What's your feeling, wrong? Um?" andra asked as she looked at the pair of shady eyes next to her.

"Abang, you?" Kartika could only look into her son's eyes and he saw a reality there.

"What Umma was worried about, turned out to be really happening," said Kartika, then he sat his suddenly boneless body.

"When did you realize it?"

"What do you think now?"

"Then what is...?" kartika's speech stopped when she saw Andra's flat face.

"Ah, yes answered one-on-one, Bang," said Kartika amused himself with his habits.

" Since you limited yourself to him,"

"I'm starting to lose something, that unusual feeling.., I don't know." Andra sighed for a moment. And now they both are silent.

"Abang, will meet him, Um," Andra said, breaking the silence.

"Okay, Umma, temenin" said Kartika.

"Umma, don't you believe me?" andra asked, stopping his steps, because the umma followed him.

Kartika gasped, her face looking up at the son who was taller than her.

"Kalo Umma is not coming, you sure you will be opened the door?" asked Kartika by squinting her eyes, her hands are closed, her body is leaning forward.

"Eh, yes too? Yeah, Umma's coming." They also continued their steps.

"Wait!" Kartika suddenly remembered something.

"What else, Um?" andra asked confused.

"We bring chocolate as a snack to his room, he must be hungry to go home from school," suggested Kartika who then agreed Andra.

They both climbed the stairs that led them upstairs. A cup of hot chocolate and Najwa's favorite mozzarella sandwich.

Upon arriving at the top, Kartika knocked on the door made of mahogany wood.

Once.

Twice..

"Darling! It's Umma same Uncle...!" call Kartika to the occupants of the room.

Seconds.

Five seconds.

"Just a moment," came a weak reply from inside the room.

Ceklek.

Najwa opened his door wide, a smile he had painstakingly created.

However, his eyes could not be covered. He saw his uncle was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were heating up again. However, Najwa tries to hold him back.

"Umma put it over the nightstand, the chocolate,"

"Here, there's also your favorite cheese sandwich. Make Uncle tuh!" said Kartika trying to melt the atmosphere that makes anyone mellow for a moment.

How not, Najwa's puffy eyes and his voice a little hoarse. How sad was the little girl's heart.

"Umma stay, you guys haven't talked in a long time, have you,"

"Later, the door was opened. Gapapa..," said Kartika stroked Najwa's head.

Kartika passed after touching Andra's shoulder with a little pressure, even the big eyes were threatening.

Maybe, it has meaning. Apologize there!

Andra only grimaced a little, then her gaze returned to her girl. Apparently, Najwa was turning her back.

The teenage girl was in front of the open window. Enjoy the afternoon air with a cool pre-spring breeze.

Suddenly the girl became quiet and cold.

Has he been retaliating against Andra's treatment lately?

Andra was completely at a loss for words, her lips several times opening shut, but not a single sentence slid from her tongue.

"What is the need for customers?" tanya Najwa is flat.

Jamb.

It's cold and stiff.

Andra swallowed her hard saliva.

Why does his heart hurt when he's not considered like this?

As if in hujam sembilu invisible, leaving only a feeling of heat and pain.

Andra tries to control her heart, her girl turns out to be more mature than her age. He thought, he would sulk even angrily. Apparently, Najwa can already control his emotions.

"There wants Uncle bullshit, but while eating a snack yes," he bargained.

Najwa turned for a moment, then turned again. Walk to the side of the bed to the nightstand.

He brought his brown glass, sat on his bed. Sipping slowly then picking up the sandwich pieces.

"Eat, Uncle,"

"Close your eyes" said Najwa again, making the young man before him, who was watching his movements. Dead lice.

(This kid, where did he learn to quip like that?

Why does it suddenly look so grown up?

Hey, you're a red baby that hasn't stuck to me for long!

You could have said that to your uncle!)

Andra stared at both of her palms, where not too long ago, she could still touch Najwa as she pleased.

Now, to look at him for a long time he had been reprimanded like that. How not, it's wrong too. Been stunned for a moment by the graceful style of her jelly girl.

Andra sat her butt on the bed with the foam mattress. Looking to the side, where it looks Najwa is still chewing his bread slowly.

(Well, why are you getting so cute?)

Andra rubbed her face, she had to get out of this atmosphere immediately. His brain can be insane for a long time.

Perhaps, it was time that he and Najwa were on different frequencies.

"Uncle, would like to take you to takoyaki. The same Umma as well" said Andra finally.

However, Najwa did not budge. He looks like he's gulping his chocolate back

"Tonight, we're out,"

"As an apology, it has ignored you for several weeks," added the young man, looking agitated, as Najwa did not respond.

"Uncle wait, after the prayer isya."

"Uncle hope we can be together, uh. That means tonight we can go out together. Yes, like that," explained Andra clumsy, but only being faced with a duck girl.

Najwa looked at Andra who was scratching her nape, smiled knots then realized. And he turned his face away.

Covering that hue, because staring at Andra's face made her suddenly want that taste again.

The feeling, which is not yet the time to feel.

Rasa, which is not yet the time to say.

Taste, which he has not yet given.

"Alright, Uncle," replied Najwa briefly.

Connect>>>>>