Charm Babysitter

Orphanage

"Allin, please get me my portable printer in the room! Dio just put it on Baby Bouncer huh!" the orders of Sella's mother who was still struggling on her laptop screen, she just glanced at me for a moment to make sure Dio was in the right place.

I followed Sella's orders to put Dio in the Baby Bouncer which is a seat that can be adjusted to the position of the backrest and can be swinged. After that, I went to the room to pick up the item that Sella ordered.

I knocked on the door, but there was no word from inside.

It's Saturday afternoon, usually Mr. Vano is exercising in the backyard, my mind.

Then I ventured to open the door and lurk around the room before stepping in.

Arriving in the room immediately I picked up a portable printer lying on the desk of Sella's mother. Not until my hand reached the tool, the sound of the door opening quickly I grabbed the tool and turned around.

My eyes fiddled at the tall figure coming out of the bathroom door, wrapped only in a towel covering his lower body. My heart was beating rapidly with fear. Her eyes across there also fiddled to see my presence.

"Sorry sir, I-I just want to pick up the portable printer Bu Sella ordered" I stuttered as I ran across the room to the exit.

Before I got to the door, my body was pulled down strongly against something hard and warm. For a moment we were glued. My face that remained stuck to his chest sent out a stream of strangers that I did not recognize, instantly awakening myself to our position that was too close.

I tried to retreat backwards but my hands were still tightly held. Then I pushed her body hard. The thrust of my hand was only able to make him move a little.

"Don't touch my body with your hands" he jolted.

Not finished with the shock of me seeing his figure, he was already cold. My face looked up with patterned eyes challenging him sharply. Instead he also stared at my eyes sharply, with a slightly lowered face.

"Don't touch my body with your hands, if with anything else you can, you perverted old man," my mind was upset.

"You're not wrong, sir. Look at your hand that touched me," my dear as she sneered at his words. He quickly let go of my wrist.

"What did you take?" ask her while looking at my hand.

"I didn't take anything. I just picked up the portable printer that Ms. Sella ordered, "I replied confidently.

"You took my stuff," she said.

Instantly I immediately noticed the object in my hand, I realized it was a powerbank that I had grabbed from the table.

The size of the portable printer with the same powerbank made me realize that I thought that I was a portable printer.

"I'm sorry, sir," smiled shyly.

"You're so careless, taking things away you could be wrong. How all this time you could take care of Dio," he said, underestimating me.

"I-I was right to accidentally take your stuff, sir. It's also your fault for suddenly coming out of the bathroom."

"Hmm, you blame me?" he asked while shortening the distance between us. "Did you deliberately want to tease me considering that you entered this room without excuse?" inquiringly.

Very confident of this old man, he might be the same age as my father, my inner self.

"I'm not interested in old men, sir."

"You are this ...." Furious, he had not had time to continue the sentence, I quickly interrupted.

"I knocked on the door but you didn't greet Master. And I think you're exercising outside, Ms. Sella also doesn't remind me of you being here" I said as I passed by and swapped the electronics.

"Here I return your belongings, sir" pressed me.

***

Vano

Old fella? I was amazed to remember his words, I noticed the figure of myself behind the mirror, looking for wrinkles but I did not find.

Behind the mirror my body looks so stocky, not much less good with Korean artists let alone my good looks

They lost far away! my mind grinned confidently.

How could she work babysitting Dio? If he's that stupid! And his mouth was so sassy to reply to my words. If it wasn't for Dio, I would have laid off the bar-bar girl.

Actually, I've already expressed my desire to dismiss this girl to Sella. But Sella's explanation of how difficult it is to find a milk mother while keeping Dio is very difficult, this is like a match-making, he explained.

Makes me stop making a fuss about Dio's nanny attitude.

"Now, this baby is matching up with you. Treat him well, even if this baby is not your biological child, and may you also be quickly given offspring." Advice from the mother when we left the home.

Flasbacks

Orphanage

The day we decided to adopt a tiny baby from the orphanage. Though there were no plans to adopt a baby, but my wife arrived interested in seeing the tiny baby.

Look me in the eye, Sella.

As soon as it sparkled to see the figure of a tiny baby flailing his cheeks, his mouth furiously bit gently on the small hand.

With pleasure, I took care of all the files to take on the experts of being an adoptive parent.

It has been five years of our marriage that has not yet brought offspring, even so my love is not reduced at all for Sella.

We've known each other since High School, he's my classmate. I have always admired Sella who is smart, polite and meek. For me there is no shortage of Sella, she is kind and perfect. I feel guilty for not being able to present the seeds of our love in Sella's womb. Even though the doctor had said we were both in a fertile state, no one had any problems.

I've tried several times to propose to Sella for us to do the baby tube process, but Sella hasn't been interested in trying that way.

"Darling, what do you think is the right name for our child?" sella's question blew my daydream.

Our son, there is a feeling in my heart to hear it. But it quickly became a sense of disappointment because in reality the tiny baby was not our biological child. Well, at least the boy is now our son.

"I'm not very good at naming, you better give me the name" I replied as I scratched my nape.

Our intention was originally going to adopt a child over five years old, so I never had to prepare a name for our future child. Usually the orphanage child already has a name given by his parents or by the orphanage, maybe because this child is only in the orphanage, so the home has not prepared a name for this child.

Actually I kind of objected when Sella wanted the baby, because I didn't want Sella to bother to take care of it.

Even though I have provided a babysitter for our prospective child.

"What about Dio Pamungkas?"

The color of her eyes reminded Sella of someone, not necessarily that she gave that name. The name just slid when Sella saw this baby's eyeball.

"May" I replied with a nod, maybe Sella has long since prepared our son's name candidate, but the name was like there was no attachment to our name or the meaning of a name.

The name Dio Pamungkas so familiar in my ears, he I remember Ardio Pamungkas famous artist who often appeared on the screen. Badboy-faced man, I really don't like his figure. I was a little surprised why so many adored him. His attitude was rude, and let alone the words that came out of his mouth cavity, like an uneducated person. Perfect physique is enough capital to become an Artist/Actor in this country. It is unfortunate if they are the examples and adoration of young men now.

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"Ah, that's just a name for a foster child that doesn't need to be thought about too much" I muttered.

"Hopefully a good start for your family, he said, if we raise a child it will make it easier for us to have children, said the old man his name, fishing rod," the mother of the orphanage told us.

I laughed when I heard it.

"Fish it on the fishing line" I replied.

Sella just guaranteed the mother's words while glaring her eyes at me.

I returned the plot by scratching my head, "wrong again" my inner self.

"Maybe according to your logic this sounds absurd and sounds funny. The secret of God cannot be guessed, but by doing good as you do today. Lifting these unlucky children into your family, giving them affection, attention and providing for needs that look small or big. Unintentionally we have knocked on the door of our prayers to be answered quickly," replied the mother of the home wisely.

"This little baby, just left at the door. Without a single message for us, but in fact every event on earth must contain a message both implied and not, how we respond to it. Sometimes fate draws us to each other, finds our soul mates, or leads us down a strange path in life for us to find the answer."

He added again in a soft tone.

I realized there was caution in his sentence, so that I would not misinterpret his intentions.

"Stupid." Sella's smile looked at the tiny baby.

"Like us, we used to be strangers to each other and now we're a couple." While looking at me in the shade

"Yes!" Nug at me. We were married to our parents, whom I initially refused. Who would have thought that the woman I was paired with was the one I had admired since high school.

"Now, this baby is matching up with you. Treat her well, even if this baby is not your biological child. And may you also be quickly given offspring," advised Mother of the parlour as we were about to leave the parlour.