My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 41

"huufftt" Wulan slammed her weary body onto the soft bed.

All day his mind was made in a fog by unexpected things.

He was grateful that at least today ended well.

Without disaster as he feared.

Jason bailed home after driving him to the front door of the apartment.

Make sure he goes inside and doesn't linger outside with Ibram.

Wulan fixed her pillow, the bed was too comfortable.

The same bed that his master once occupied.

The girl hugged the bolster tightly, the same bolster that Jason might have once hugged.

As the scene unfolds in her eyes, the girl recalls how sweet things happened between her and Jason.

Ahh, she doesn't know what to do now?

Why love this complicated, make himself unstable by his own feelings.

Even his actions, the reaction of his body while with Jason betrayed the strong determination he desperately instilled in his mind.

It all seemed to evaporate just like that, and look now that the girl was stuck getting deeper and harder to get out.

Drrt... His phone suddenly shook, Wulan grabbed him to see who was contacting him. It turned out to be a short message.

'good night, good dreams'

A short message from his master, the master who was not only the king of the house where he worked, but also the one who ruled his heart.

The girl was weighing her phone, should she answer?

Just now his common sense and feelings were at war, and this temptation appeared again.

Drrt... A new message.

'why read only? If I don't answer, I'll call you?!!'

'yes sir' reply.

'what are you doing? Why haven't you slept?'

'i'm going to sleep, sir'

'Emm well, good night, good dreams'

'thank you, sir, but I don't want to dream it beautiful' Wulan giggled herself writing her reply, a crisp cheap joke.

'in that case, good night, may Jason's dream return Jason while chuckling to himself.

1 mins...

5 mins...

15 mins...

Wulan did not reply to her message again, making Jason wait as he continued to look at the screen of his phone.

Jason's a little riled up, should he call?

Time and time again Jason was grumpy waiting.

'sleeped yet?'

'not yet sir'

'why not be answered?'

'said my master to dream?'

'yes, then'

'now I'm dreaming'

'meaning'

'dreaming the impossible becomes real'

'why?'

'sorry sir'

'sorry for what?'

Jason really did not understand Wulan's changing attitude, why the girl was like a thick book full of writing but not legible, not the least he understood the contents. Whether women have always been like this becomes a creature that is difficult to understand.

But... Didn't the girl refuse her touch earlier? Does that mean the girl feels the same way?

Wulan no longer replied to the message, her heart was in a dilemma she created herself.

His actions were halfway through, foolishly the girl showed the hard feelings she had covered up. Yes, covering up feelings for the sake of taking care of another woman's heart is certainly more entitled to a man who makes his heart throb just by thinking about it.

"Hmm, now what? Am I greedy to love him? Aaahhhh" the girl ruffled her hair riled up.

The night was growing faster, the place was so quiet. Wulan twisted her body repeatedly, not that bed that was uncomfortable, but really her agitated heart. The girl sometimes smiles, sometimes curses herself, laughs at her own life played with destiny.

Without him knowing, in other places the man whose name he always recited in his heart was still awake with the same feeling.

***

This morning, the first time for Wulan was not hastily pursued his daily routine to prepare for rayyan needs.

The girl headed for the kitchen, brewing a cup of jasmine tea whose fragrance tickled her sense of smell.

Prepare a cup of fresh bread with chocolate jam to just block his stomach.

Today will be a long and tough day, of course being in his current position really needs to be mentally strong. It's mental to have a show against Bianca.

He hopes God will listen and grant his prayer this time, may this day pass well and quickly.