My Beloved Baby Sitter's

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"I salute you, at a young age you are willing to work hard for the family" said Ibram who was sitting next to Wulan.

Wulan only smiled as her eyes watched Rayyan play with a child her age.

"For a difficult person like us, there is no other choice sir. Working hard to connect with life is a must" replied Wulan.

Wulan shared a bit of stories about his life, yes actually Wulan only answered Ibram's questions.

The man looked so interested and wanted to know more about the girl.

"If only I could choose, I would choose to continue school, college and work in an office, or become a teacher like my father" Wulan said, chuckling.

"But I am still grateful sir, despite being born from a simple family and having to fight to be able to live, but at least I have a family that loves each other" said Wulan.

His facial water is changing. He smiled as he looked up at the clouds that were floating in the sky.

Remember the faces of loved ones he missed in the village. The faces of mother, father, and sister.

Ibram looked at Wulan, the simple girl's smile was indeed charming.

There was admiration tucked in his heart at the girl, the girl who came to the city alone brought the spirit and the dream to make her loved ones happy.

With simple ideals, not grandiose.

Just want to help his parents to finance his sister school to college, so that his sister's future is brighter than he is.

"You knew? I also have a sister. I love him as much as you love your sister. The difference is, you can still see him, talk to him, even hug him. But I couldn't, god loved him more" Ibram's voice sounded so raucous.

"If he were alive, he might be the same age as you" he said bitterly.

Wulan looked at the bespectacled man, there was no typical smile on her lips as usual.

His face looked sad, there was longing and sadness on his face.

"If I may, can I consider you my sister?" Ibram asked softly while looking at Wulan.

"Yes, maybe we just met and met a few times. But for some reason, seeing you reminds me of my sister" said Ibram, now his face lowered.

"May sir, with pleasure" Wulan replied steadily, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Really?" Ask Ibram. Wulan simply nodded and smiled.

"Thank you, then don't call me sir. You can call me mas or sis" said Ibram, now his distinctive smile has re-adorned his oriental face.

"Yes mas" Wulan replied while giggling.

It feels funny to call Ibram like that, not much different Ibram also still feels awkward with Wulan's new call for him.

They were laughing together.

Without them realizing there was a pair of eyes behind the car window that had been watching the two.

The boy looks tired, his face still looks spruce with the rest of the ice cream adorning his lips and cheeks.

"Yes, come on" Wulan said as she wiped Rayyan's face.

The three of them returned to Jason's residence just on foot, indeed the minimarket where they bought ice cream was still in one housing complex.

Rayyan took Wulan with her right hand, while her left hand held Ibram's.

The sight of a small family looked so piercingly painful in the eyes of Jason who was sitting on the porch.

'this hour tumben mister has returned' inward wulan.

Although a little surprised but Wulan tried to behave as usual.

"Ayaahhhh..did you come home?" Rayyan rushed into the arms of Jason who was sitting.

"Yes, Ray's dad is the same" Jason replied as he gently stroked his nephew's head.

"Cock dad sit here?? Usually not a pity?" Rayyan's plain question seems to represent the question of all the other residents of the house.

Even bi Irah and Pak Amat only confused, not usually the master went home quickly and sat on the terrace like that.

"Anu.dad again want it" replied Jason reasoned.

"Ray where?"

"So buy eskim first, then play in the same park mbak ulan same om gulu ibam" replied Rayyan eagerly.

"Oo" Jason rounded his lips while nodding, but his eyes stared intently at the girl in the white uniform. Wulan just looked down.

"Ah, sorry, Jason. Because it's noon I'm sorry to say goodbye" Ibram cut off the conversation.

"Yes.yes" Jason replied with emphasis.

If only it could feel like floating a raw bogem in the man's head.

"Om the teacher came home first, yes, tomorrow we learn again" said Ibram while shuffling Rayyan's hair.

"Okay om gulu ibam" Rayyan replied with a thumbs up.

"I'll go home, see you tomorrow" Ibram turned to Wulan.

"Yes mas" Wulan replied with a smile.

MAS??WULAN CALL HIM MAS??? jason's eyes bulged almost out of place.

Her chest was hot roaring violently, I don't know what her name was she didn't understand.

(that's the name of Bambang jealousy, suck it just don't understand)