Cute Young Master's Beautiful Nanny

Chapter 3 - Papa Reza

Oma Putri turned around and stared at the stairs, waiting for Anya to run out of the grandchildren's room, then ran down the stairs.

But until 1 minute of time passed it turned out Anya's scream was only heard once, then up there began to feel quiet, calm again.

Nor did he run out.

"Huh, thank God, it seems like Anya can overcome her first problem," muttered Oma Putri, though she was not sure what was really going on up there.

But the most important thing is Anya can survive.

The boy was laughing at first, but now his laughter was gone.

Replaced with a cynical look at the

nanny.

"Any mother isn't afraid of frogs?" steven asked with both eyes looking down, he was a Genius child, his intelligence decreasing directly from the father.

Steven is actually fluent in reading, good at math and fluent in several languages.

But that cleverness was only him who knew, while everyone only judged if he was a brat and a fool, even Steven pretended not to be able to write.

"No, why be afraid, she's adorable, right? this is the village's squishy," Anya replied, casually she stroked the frog belonging to this boy, not feeling the slightest fear.

"Squishy?" asked Steven with a frown.

"Yes, if pressed soft."

Week! the sound of the frog because at press Anya.

Steven did not accept his frog being hurt, so he immediately grabbed and hugged.

"Why did you scream then?" reply Steven again.

"Shock." Anya answered briefly, complete with a smile that was engraved wide.

Hergs! steven is in my heart.

That morning Steven pretended to be Anya's friend, they talked a lot, about school, about favorite food and much more.

Anya felt that she had managed to conquer this boy. He felt his work was very easy, not as scary as bi Ratih said.

At 11am Reza came home from golf with Ryan.

While Rina had been in her room since then and did not want to go out, the girl was the room child.

Ryan went up first into his room, while Reza approached the mother who was in the living room. Oma Putri and Grandpa Agung were being massaged on his feet by a masseuse, relaxing while watching television.

"Here, Anya's name, from earlier still in Steven's room, it looks like this one will fit," replied Oma Putri.

Reza did not reply anymore, the cold-faced man only gave a small nod. Assures the mother's words.

Since the divorce, his relationship with Steven hasn't been so good.

"It's better that you meet Anya first, whatever now she's going to take care of your child. Oma is old, can't stand being alone."

"Yes Oma," cut Reza quickly, before Oma Putri spoke at length.

The man even immediately passed from there and climbed the stairs.

Arriving at Steven's room, the door is still open. A foreign woman was sitting on the carpet playing with Steven.

"Ehem!" Reza.

Steven only glanced, while Anya instantly got up, greeting.

"Sir Reza."

"Papa," cut Reza.

"Oh sir Reza," Steven ledek.

The 6-year-old boy then looked at the father with a trivial look, meaning that Mr. Reza was not his father.

While Reza also returned the gaze with a cold look on his face.

Anya like being in the middle of a battle, especially her tongue feels stiff to call this handsome man with the name papa.

Because of her feet, Anya felt like pulling her own tongue.

Because he had to talk to break this gripping situation.

"Father Reza!! introduce my name Anya." so nervous Anya to sound like cursing.

Steven laughs.

"hahahaha.laughter that clever boca."