My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 62

Wulan walked over with gontai, her mind still not clear.

His hand tore into the big heavy bag, but not as heavy as his heart that was still left in the house.

The mansion that led her to her first love, her first love gone wrong.

Wulan stopped when crossing the residential park, she sat on one of the benches, where several times she accompanied little Rayyan to play.

Beautiful memories with Rayyan flashed in her already foggy eyes. Ahh, another tear.

I do not know how long Wulan pensive there, only accompanied by the lights of the garden dim.

The girl reached into his jacket pocket, staring at the clock on his old cell phone screen.

It was 11 o'clock, almost an hour without realizing the girl was sitting there and daydreaming.

Wulan immediately rushed to continue her footsteps, down the increasingly deserted residential exit.

It's late, where to go this late?

Wulan intended to return to her hometown, but it was impossible to take the train this night.

His mind ran again, making clear circles again shed from his increasingly swollen eyes.

Should he go back to the foundation? Ah, that's impossible. If it is discovered that he ran away from his employer it will make himself exposed to problems.

Calling beautifully?? Ah impossible, jason's secretary is a very loyal person to his boss.

It'll just get him back in Jason's house.

What if Ibram???

Wulan was weighing the phone in her hand, maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

During this time, Ibram has helped him a lot.

The man once said he thought of him as a sister.

Right, maybe Ibram is the right help he needs.

He can help her get to the bus terminal, right?

There may still be a night bus.

Yes, this is the best option right now.

Wulan pressed several numbers in her phone screen.

...

"Hallo, um Ibram?"

(.............)

"Sorry, interrupt the nights like this"

(..............)

"Yes, can Wulan ask for help?"

(............)

"Can I pick up Wulan at the residential driveway?"

(............)

"Yes, now"

(............)

"Ehhmm about that, Wulan will tell me"

(...........)

"Yes, Wulan wait. Thanks"

(............)

Wulan was still standing with her head down, her feet kicking around the small pebbles as a white Alphard stopped with a dazzling light before her.

"Wulan, come on" a bespectacled man with Hoodie approached her.

"Oh, yes mas" he stuttered.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry for bothering Ibram last night" Wulan said as she sat in the chair beside Ibram.

"It's okay, I'm glad you called" the man replied as he began driving his vehicle away from the housing.

"Where are you going?" Ask Ibram later.

"I want to go back to the village mas, mas Ibram can Anter me terminal?" Wulan replied with a sad face.

"WHAT??!!" Ibram was surprised to brake suddenly the speed of his car to make their bodies swing hard forward.

Ibram had been suspicious from the start, let alone seeing Wulan carrying a large bag in his hand.

But hearing the girl was about to go all the way back to her village made her quite surprised.

However, Ibram's feelings for Wulan grew over time.

The man just needs a little more time to find a chance to express his feelings.

"Wulan, what's the matter? What's going on?" Ibram asked softly, his eyes bursting in and looked at Wulan's face which looked sad from now on.

Suddenly the girl cried, making Ibram more confused and wondering what happened to Wulan.

"Hey, ssshhh, don't cry yet?!" Ibram tried to calm down by stroking Wulan's sobbing shoulder.

But the girl was actually increasingly crying bitterly, making Ibram confused how to.

Moreover, he really did not know what happened to the girl, the girl who seized his feelings lately.

The girl cupped her hands together covering her face, a sober cry came out of her mouth.

Ibram ventured, pulling Wulan's body. Then hold her in his arms.

The girl cried on the chest of the oriental man, her tears soaking the Hoodie she was wearing.

Ibram patted Wulan's trembling back, for some reason seeing Wulan like this really made her heart ache.

She hates Wulan sad, she hates to see Wulan cry.

Who made this girl cry? Ibram really can't accept.

Almost ten minutes Ibram let Wulan spill grief in his arms. Without saying anything.

Ibram continued to stroke the girl's back, at least it could lighten the burden on Wulan's heart.

"Ma.sorry mas" said Wulan sniffed while pulling his body from Ibram's embrace.

"Hmm, it's okay" Ibram shook his head, then his hand stretched out wiping away the tears on the girl's cheek.

"What's really going on? You want a story?" Ibram asked gently.

Wulan was still speechless, thinking for a moment then nodded slowly making Ibram smile.

Ibram glanced briefly at the timepiece that was coiled around his wrist.

The clock is almost midnight.

"Let's go to my apartment first" Ibram said, quickly shaking his head.

"Not for me"

"Wait a minute, I don't mean anything, but it's been Wulan's night" Ibram explained.

"If mas Ibram does not want to transfer to the terminal is okay mas, let Wulan find ojek aja mas" said Wulan afraid of troublesome.

"Ehh, that's not Wulan. Look, it's been a night, we went back to my apartment and told me what happened. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the terminal or the station is up to you, okay?!!" Ibram explained carefully.

'women are really sensitive when angry or sad' inner Ibram.

Wulan thought for a moment, then agreed to the idea that Ibram offered.

Perhaps there is a point as well, it is better to leave when the day is bright and the mind is calm.

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How quiet are you???!!! whereas today the author has been up to 3 chapters you know 😔😔️

this is still 1 more chapter actually, but for tomorrow only ⁇ ️😁

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