Happy After Parting With You

Chapter 13

This guy thinks I'm gonna be scared of his threats, oh, it's not that easy. Men like you everywhere are the same, like to push themselves and demand women to follow their will. Especially if they feel they have power or a higher position, they will use their power to approach women.

And I'm really sorry about this kind of guy, like this guy sitting behind the wheel. Mr. Alvin turned the engine back on.

"Why do you trust the growth of Ananta to others? I mean, where's the mama?" 

Let it be that this man will consider me presumptuous or too curious about his personal affairs. Because that question has stuck in my liver and kidneys. Mr. Alvin was seen sighing before answering my question.

"We've been divorced since Ananta was a year and a half old. He'd rather career than our family."

From the tone of his voice I could hear that this man had long harbored his heartache. Being left behind by a partner is painful, especially if there are already children among them.

"I have entrusted Anata with the care of our ART, Yuli, her name. She's a deft woman and a pretty satisfying job."

Ah, again I heard the same name as the lady. I even had time to think that Yuli who became ART at Mr. Alvin's house was not the same as Yuli who was at home.

"Then, why don't you just hire a babysitter?" I asked again shamelessly.

"I don't trust babysitters just like that, because the person I hired at the time almost made Ananta a bitch."

I was horrified, although it is not explained how it happened, but when it comes to small children it feels painful. Many examples of cases that I often see on TV, not infrequently babysitters beat or pinch their foster children just because they are upset with their employers. 

Or other cases such as a child who is often checked for sleeping pills by his babbysitter, just so that he can rest and not be too tired to work. They are truly the ones who are.

"So-so I have to work as a babbysitter and employee at the office?" 

I hope this guy doesn't really do this to me, how could I possibly divide my time for two types of work at once.

"I hope you choose to accompany Ananta, I will pay you three times the salary at the office."

A tempting offer, but can I? Considering I myself am not the type to be easily close to a child. The trick I used while with Ananta was part of what I had learned from the search engine.

"How's it?" 

From the tail of my eyes I could see this man turning his head, while I myself could not give an answer. Still confused to decide to accept or refuse. If I accept what reason I will say to my colleagues.

"Can you give me time?" I'm trying to negotiate, maybe there's another option I can do. Honestly I don't intend to accept this job, I still enjoy my job as an office person. It never occurred to me that I had to go through a job as a babbysitter. Even though the salary offered is greater.

"I'll give you until tomorrow morning." 

Whaaat! I was surprised, how could I think if this guy gave me such a short amount of time.

"Can't it be accelerated a little bit?" I asked the circus, glancing annoyed at the man who looked relaxed while driving his car. He didn't answer just glancing at me with his tail.

"Sir, sa…."

"What! You want to give me an answer now if you're willing?"

"Not that."

"Then?" 

"Mother can go back to the office, right? I can't leave my bike in the office."

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It was almost dark when I came home, the house looked deserted like it was uninhabited. All the lights are on, but where is everyone. With slow steps I entered the house, there was no one. 

However, while I was in front of my room, I heard people talking from inside. I peeked out from the wall that was the boundary between my room and the living room. There was Mother, Mas Ilham and also the woman. What do they want?

"Where, Mas? See ya?" 

I heard the woman's voice, they seemed to be looking for something. There was the sound of things moving.

"There is no Ham here either." This time it was my mother who spoke. 

I can't see exactly what they're doing there. Because if I get too advanced, they might know I'm watching them.

"Well, what if you don't meet too, want to change the reception money to use what we will."

The woman's voice sounded panicked, even as if she was about to cry. So, they got married yesterday that's a loan modall? Who they borrowed the money from.

"Yes, be patient, and look for this."

"I don't want to know, yes, Mom, you have to reimburse us for our wedding."

The woman seemed to want to leave the room, but I was already standing at the door without them noticing.

"M-Bak Rani! Since when was she there?" The woman stuttered when she saw me, even her eyes almost came out so surprised.

"What are you guys doing?" My question made Mother and Mas Ilham gasp, they hurriedly tidied up the scattered items.

"A-anu, i-it's, Ran, we're just chasing rats, yeah, rats." 

"Rice? Since when in our house there are rats?" I deliberately pressed down on the word mouse while stepping into the room.

I saw the closet doors open on both sides with almost half the contents scattered. Also the drawers are not closed perfectly. Glancing at the dresser the condition is also the same, some makeup tools that I set on the table in a mess. Also the desk drawer suffered the same fate as the closet drawer.

"How many rats have come in? One or three?" I deliberately paused my final questions, intending to insinuate them.

"I-iya, that way, they run very fast. Fear of ruining the things in this room."

"Kok, I just heard someone call the reception, huh?" 

I could see the face of my mother and Mas Ilham turned pale, Mas Ilham even squeezed the end of the clothes he was wearing.

"What perception, anyway, Dek? You heard it wrong probably." 

I looked towards the woman who was still glued in front of the door. His face was as pale as the two of them.

"Oh, yes, your name was Yuli, huh? Yuli are you married?" 

Yuli looked widened her eyes, maybe she didn't expect that I would ask this.

"Eh, oh, not yet, Ma'am." 

"Oh, yes, I hope you can stay here and get a mate soon. Oh, yes, if you are looking for a business candidate who does not have a wife, yes. Because it's not good to damage people's homes. 

Do not let you like that, yes, because the man if he cheated once he will continue to cheat. Although in front of you he often said words of love, but believe me it's a form of effort he covered his rottenness." 

I saw the Yuli looking at Mas Ilham with a sharp look, as if she confirmed that her husband, I mean our husband, would not do this.

"You're not like that, are you, Mom?" 

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thank you for following the story of RaRa, while waiting for the next part Rara will recommend a cool novel entitled

BAD LOVE WITH MY BROTHER'S.

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