Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 46

"Said Mr. Keenan, Non Shania's clothes are stored in this closet. Did I hear wrong, Nope?" Bi Iyem was confused himself because both his employers had different desires.

"Keenan's gone to the hospital, Bi?"

"Already, Non. About an hour ago."

"Hhh, yes, Bi. Aunty can come out now." Shania got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Shania was surprised because the room was different from the previous one which manly was now more neutral. The gray paint that used to dominate is now replaced with white. When out of the bathroom, the girl was again surprised by the atmosphere of the room that had been occupied during sleep.

A few months did not enter this room, it has undergone many changes. The girl was wondering why suddenly the contents of Keenan's room changed a lot. He immediately came down to satisfy his curiosity.

"Bi! Bi Iyem!" call Shania as she walks towards the back of the mansion, looking for the existence of the housekeeper who has served a dozen years to Keenan.

Bi Iyem who felt that someone was calling ran over to the source of the voice.

"I, Non. What's the matter Non Shania called Auntie?"

"Bi, how long has the main room paint been replaced?" shania asked directly without further ado.

Bi Iyem was speechless looking to remember when exactly the master's room paint was replaced.

"Since three months ago, Non. Said the young master, Non Shania does not like the atmosphere of the room which manly so do not want to stay here again. So, the young master asked Aunt what color it was. Because Bibi likes the same creamy white color, I answer that. Sorry yes, Non, if Bibi is wrong," explained Bi Iyem at length.

Shania left Bi Iyem just like that without taking out a word. The girl was annoyed that Keenan and Bi Iyem just guessed without even asking her directly.

Shaila was asleep until noon. She was completely exhausted serving the husband who had excellent physical condition. His body really felt very tired from being crushed repeatedly in one night.

"Bone! Bubun ... Bubun's sick, huh? I haven't woken up yet." The three-year-old boy was sad to see his mother still curled up under the blanket, even though the sun had started to rise.

Shaila seemed to move her hands because she felt her sleep was disturbing. The body aches all, moved it hurts all. Arshaka's wife grimaced as she moved too fast the arena felt pain.

"What time is it?" shaila asked as she sat leaning against the headboard.

"It's noon, Bun. Azka'll just come home from school," Azka replied as she climbed into bed approaching the mother continued.

The little boy's hand was stretched out checking the mother's forehead. The boy wondered if his mother had a fever or not because since last night he had just woken up during the day. Azka did not know that her mother slept in the morning.

"It's not hot Why does Bubun sleep?"

"Azka's having lunch?" tanya Shaila shifted the question.

"If we haven't had lunch together, but Mother went to the bathroom first. How's it?" shaila continued with her persuasion.

The boy who was still sitting in the early education bench nodded happily because he ate with his mother. He sat on the side of the bed waiting for the mother to come out of the bathroom.

They went into the dining room hand in hand with smiles on the lips of the mother and child. For those who do not know them, must have thought Shaila was the woman who gave birth to Azka. When viewed from the year of their birth, they have an age gap of only fifteen and a half years.

"Bun, Sister Rina has not cooked yet. Azka help Bubun cook, can you?" The son continued Shaila offered to help and was taken in by the woman.

"Azka want what masakin?" shaila asked while looking at the contents of the refrigerator.

Shaila gave her thumbs up sign in agreement. Then, take the raw material vegetables capcay and squid. The woman, who is about to enter the age of nineteen, asked the child to wash the vegetables.

Azka happily took the carrots and mustard that had been placed in a container, so that it was easy to wash them. After washing the vegetables, the boy asked permission to cut the vegetables. Shaila taught the child painstakingly.

Just finished cutting the mustard, Shaila asked Azka to sit sweetly in front of her. After all, Arshaka's wife served all the dishes on the dining table.

"Horee, we're eating Mother's super-good cooking!" the boy shouted as he smacked the spoon into the marble table in front of him.

"What is this, Azka?" Arshaka suddenly appeared behind the three-year-old boy.

Azka almost cried to hear the voice of the father who suddenly surprised her. Tears had gathered in the corner of his eyes, ready to spill in one blink.

"Sir, are you home? Is there no more work?" shaila asked as she took the husband's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

Arshaka joined in sitting around the dining table after washing her hands in the sink. The man deliberately took the time to go home, wanting to see the state of the wife that he had just left this morning.

"More ... huftt, it is difficult indeed if you have a child's wife kec ...."

"Liar little like this every night Mr. Naikin. You pedophile!" cut Shaila quickly with a look of annoyance.

Azka is confused to hear the conversation of her mother and father who are like Tom and Jerry. The boy looked at the two adults in turn with curious mimicry.

"Azka, eat. Don't worry, look at your father and mother like you see a ghost" Shaka reminded the child.

The three-year-old boy immediately ate his rice voraciously. He chose silence rather than facing the anger of his father.

Half an hour later, lunch was over. Azka is immediately taken into her room by Rina, the nanny. Rina helps her foster child to work on her PR. After putting his little master to sleep. Sister Rina can be a little relieved.

Meanwhile, Arshaka who was still sitting waiting for the wife finished washing dishes. The man again protested because he felt ignored. Shaka approached, then hugged his wife from behind.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" whispered Shaka behind the wife's ear.

Shaila was initially lazy to respond, but when looking at the direction of her husband's eyes. Arshaka's wife immediately screamed with a crisp laugh, her hands were reflexively pinching the husband's stomach.

"Basic pedophile m3soom!"

"Don't! We are only five years apart, we are still both young. If the pedophile is old, I'm already four heads or in my thirties." Shaka is not called a pedophile by his wife.

"Good, Sir!"

"Sir again, can't you call it another name? Yesterday was good to call brother."

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