Fancied Heavy Boss Bull, The Sick Asthma

Chapter 43 Meeting Pak Rangka's Children

POV Ranges

That night I came to Sensi's house at 18:30 WIB. As I promised her I'd take her to dinner. I was greeted by both of his parents.

When Sensi came out to see me, I was so fascinated by her beauty. The ceplas girl was getting prettier and younger with her makeup. I don't know he's always interesting and makes me anxious even though he's a slipper. Especially since the beginning of meeting it seems like he has shown his love for me.

I was more convinced after several times to take him on the road, he always slipped when he admitted that he admired me. When viewed from his attitude Sensi does like me, no matter I have asthma. He always showed happiness when he was close to me.

It makes me believe that she can be a candidate as a wife or a mother-in-law for my son *Glassy*****aja**. Especially when I took dinner yesterday at the outdoor cafe that I deliberately set the situation. I pretended to be having a relapse, and I didn't expect Sensi to be so worried and quickly looked for the inhaler I used to use to relieve my asthma.

Sensi ran towards the parking lot intending to pick up the inhaler that I was living there. All her actions and panic did not go unnoticed by everyone in the outdoor cafe including my friends. Sensi took the inhaler in the car for the sake of me who was short of breath. Sensi was not at all embarrassed as she was busy dealing with my asthma that pretended to be relapsing and not blurred like the other women I had brought along eating similar to this Sensi.

Even when the heels of the pentopel was broken for the sake of my asthma healed when used to run to take the inhaler in the car, Sensi was not ashamed at all. He looked more worried than embarrassed. This made me feel confident that only Sensi was a strong candidate that I would make my wife and future mother connect to my little girl. So that I want to immediately meet Sensi with my son.

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POV End's

Back To Sensi

"Sensi, you go straight to Mr. Boss' room!" said Kak Tari when the new break hour arrived. I obeyed while cleaning the map that was on the table that I had finished earlier.

I'm actually embarrassed to meet Mr. Rangka. Because of Mr. Rangka's spontaneous kiss in the car, now makes me feel lost face. Moreover, my relationship with Mr Rangka so far is still unclear, dating or how?

As I walked towards the stairs that only a few people passed, I saw a child sitting with legs stretched out. It seemed like the little girl had slipped and dislocated her legs, because when I came to her she was in pain.

"Ehhhh, there's a kid. Whose child, how beautiful?" my wonder while approaching and squatting to match his body. The little girl was happy not to play when she saw me. He asked for help and grimaced as he showed his sprained leg.

Although I was panicked and confused, the first thing I did was help her and help her get rid of the pain in her leg. It just so happened that I had a little experience of sprains when I was in school, when one of the teachers at my school tried to help me and heal my sprained leg. How to massage and trace his nerves I still remember so that at least I can practice on this little girl by sequencing her slowly.

"You straighten her legs, and don't scream or cry. Because Brother will try your medicine," I said to give a cue. This cute and pretty little girl was obedient and followed what I commanded.

"Awwww, sick aunt!" his screams.

"Hold yes, a little more healed," comforted me who turned out this little girl had a sprain, but I knew the pain was quite painful.

"Tante, sick!" ringisnya again while holding his sprained leg. At first grimacing and holding my hand to stop, but over time it seems like the pain is starting to disappear a little.

"Wahhhhh, my leg pain is better Auntie!" girang. At that time I was happy to hear it at the same time sad because I felt young even called Aunt.

"I was seeing Papah with my Grandma, Auntie," he replied. I just nodded and looked at him who was still enduring the pain in his leg.

"Take me to my Papa's room, Auntie. My grandmother was there. Surely Grandma was confused looking for me, because I went not to tell Grandma the same Papa first." Hearing the little girl who was about five years old talking like that, I was shocked. Surely Grandma or her Papa this little girl is worried and looking.

I kept following where the little girl I didn't know what her name was going. "Follow me, yes, Auntie," he said innocently. I obeyed and kept sending the little girl to her Papa's room in this office.

Apparently, the room of the little girl's father is on the fourth floor. I happen to want to go to the same Mr. Rangka's room one floor.

"Come a little bit more, Auntie," he said happily. While I stepped with a breath of excitement while looking at the beautiful little girl.

"Well, by the way whose name are you, can you tell?" manya curious.

"My name is Glassy just call it that" he said angrily.

"Well, this is my Papa's room, let's get Aunt in first," he asked as he stopped in front of the door of Mr. Rangka's room. I was a little gobsmacked as he showed me his Papa's room. My thoughts were immediately clear, I concluded Glassy was only a child of his client Mr. Rangka.

"Tante, come on," he asked as he shook my hand that stood still. A little surprised, because since Glassy mentioned this is his Papa's room, various prejudices raged in the chest. I hesitated to enter Mr. Rangka's room.

"Come, Aunt. Don't hesitate, "push him while opening the door of Mr. Rangka's room firmly.

"Come on. But we have to knock first, don't just come in!" my perspiration.

"Excuse me!" I said as I opened the door. The door was open, and a scene I had never seen happened there. A middle-aged woman was hunting for our arrival.

While at the table Mr. Rangka sat handsome with a face that was as worried as a middle-aged woman.

"Sayanghh, where have you been, Grandma has been worried waiting for you?" said the middle-aged woman while embracing Glassy tightly.

I immediately approached Mr. Rangka who was also amazed to see Glassy whose legs were slightly limping.

"Glassy baby, what's wrong with your leg, does it hurt?" ask Mr. Rangka gently and affectionately to Glassy who is now stuck in the lap of the woman who claimed to be his Grandmother.

"Sir Rangka, do you know this boy?" manya curious. Mr. Rangka mesem and looked at me without me understanding the point.

Seriate....