My Canduku maid

Part47

"Young..!" Allan's frozen body looked at the girl behind Bimo's body with an expressionless stare at him.

"Looks like I'm gonna have an aunt." Bimo smiled faintly looking at Allan's hand coiled around Siska's waist. Quickly Allan took off his hand and Siska pretended to squeal.

"awwssh.sick." Allan, however, did not heed it.

Siska stared intently at the two people who were disrupting her plan.

"Egh, ma_"

"Come Bim, hunt Oma long wait." Indira cut off Allan's unfinished speech, not even the girl glanced at Allan at all.

"Bimo first Om." Bimo pulled Indira's hand, stood beside the motorcycle and put a helmet on the girl's head, then Bimo patted the head of Indira who was wearing a helmet, both smiling.

Bimo's treatment did not escape Allan's sharp eyes, his hands clenched tightly, until his knuckles turned white, his chest burst when he saw his nephew making out with the girl of his heart. it feels like Allan wants to beat the man's face, but unfortunately he is his own nephew.

Bimo drove his motorcycle with Indira hugging Bimo's stomach, even when they passed Allan Indira's car did not turn his head at all, only Bimo who honked his motorcycle horn.

"Allan please help me." Siska is back to get attention.

Allan's gaze was still not separated from the back of the girl who was getting away from her feeling jealous seeing the closeness of Indira with her nephew. "Da*n it!" Allan got into the car by slamming the door hard.

Siska jumped in shock, and he added glare when he was left by Allan. "Allan..!! hey wait." Siska chased after Allan's car that had been driving, she did not care when she was acting her legs hurt.

"Sia*lan.." Siska was angry, she felt played. "Just look at you." A sharp glare mixed with anger exploded along with Allan's car that was already away.

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Allan's car drove fast, the goal was to go home and find out Indira's relationship with her nephew who was so close.

"Si*al..si*al..!!" Allan hit the steering wheel a few times, venting a soaring jealousy in his head, his mind remembered the night he saw the man who kissed the forehead and hugged Indira, 'is the man a bimo' Allan shook his head, pulling his hair in frustration. "Armghh..!" 'Not not Indira who Bimo likes' Allan's mind returned when he remembered the story of Bimo who liked a girl named 'Aya'.

Allan brushed off the thoughts that made him grow emotional.

Shortly after Bimo arrived, Allan's car was parked in front of his house.

"Ehh Aden Tumben has come home." as usual mbok Nah always welcome him.

Mbok Nah saw Allan's face as if holding back anger, his eyes circling the room.

"Why Mama mbok?" Allan's voice sounded firm, mbok Nah to be surprised by Allan's attitude which suddenly turned angry.

"E-emm madam is behind, deng_" Not yet had time to finish talking Allan has walked towards the laughing voice in the back yard.

His steps came to a halt when he saw the stifling sight of his chest, as if a boulder was squeezing him. His eyes stared intently with hardened jaws, a glint of fog of anger visible in both eyes.

Even her mother laughed happily.

In front of there two people were working with Bimo who caught Indira and hugged the girl from behind, his second laughter broke when Bimo tickled around Indira's waist.

"Hahaha.he is Bim's mercy." Indira laughed because of her willingness to squirm in Bimo's arms.

Bimo is no less happy because it can be this close to Indira, he did not expect that the girl he loved was close to his Oma.

"Gue won't let go." Bimo lifts Indira's body from behind and spins with Laughter filling the backyard, Indira holding Bimo's hand which is circular in her stomach. Oma Lili who saw her grandson first laughed off, was happy. Even though he knew that maybe his son also had feelings for Indira, he would still support both who would get the girl. Even though one of them gave up.

They did not realize if someone was paying attention with a pushy gaze mixed with anger.

Allan immediately left with a heart that felt sore, his breath hunting his chest rumbling to hold back the anger that he could not vent.

Walking towards his room, Allan slammed the door hard and entered the bathroom, to vent his anger.

Prangs!!

The sound of broken things scattered on the floor, his hunting breath overflowing the stifling feeling of his chest. "Argghh Breng*h..!!"

bugh

bugh

Allan punched the bathroom wall firmly even before his hand was already injured by punching the glass on the bathroom wall. Fresh blood flowed from the back of his injured hand, his fingers were scuffed and bleeding as a result of scratched glass shards.

His head lowered with his hands still resting on the wall. His reddened eyes held something turbulent pain in his chest. "Loe fool Al, fool!" Allan again hit the wall with his fist.

He should not also like the girl who is also liked by his nephew, he is not that bad if he has to fight over the girl with the nephew he loves so much. He knew that Bimo was never close to a woman, even Bimo's face seemed very happy when he was with Indira

Allan's breathing still hunting him couldn't help but torment his heart, aching from the fact that the woman he loved was also loved by his own nephew.

'Catian you're Allan'

Now Indira and Bimo are in the front yard because it is already afternoon, Bimo intends to deliver Indira home.

"Tomorrow I'll pick Ay." Said Bimo while still standing near his bike with Indira.

"Tomorrow Bemo's school, why pick me up?"

"Gue picked Lo up to go to work Ay." Bimo pulls Indira's little nose.

"Aww..." Indira hissed when something entered her eyes.

"Eh why Ay?" Bimo panicked to see Indira close her eyes.

"My eyes glimpsed, awwssh.."

"Don't poke." Bimo held back Indira's hand that would rub his eyes.

"Inflatable cave." Bimo held Indira's face slowly he blew Indira's eyes were flickering.

From the direction of the door Allan saw the incident where Bimo held Indira's face as if they looked like they were kissing, whereas Bimo just blew Indira's eyes.

Allan clenched his hands, himself with all his strength to hold the anger that he craved so that he did not vent to his nephew. He walked to the car next to Bimo's motorbike, of course he would pass the two people.

"Om. want to go." Bimo asked when he saw Allan walking closer to his collar, more precisely Allan's car.

Indira who heard Bimo call Om, she turned her head and right Allan wanted to leave, she sharpened her eyesight when Allan held the car door handle with a new wound that was still bleeding.

"Hem.yes." Without waiting for long Allan immediately entered and closed the door and left by driving his car, even Allan was still wearing office clothes this afternoon.

"Snack." Bimo just muttered.

Cup

Bimo steals a kiss on Indira's cheek, because the girl seems to look dumb.

"Dreaming, let me anter home." Indira regains consciousness when suddenly Bimo kisses her cheek. There is no shame or a different chest tone when Allan did it.

'Where he was, it was his bloody hand'

Indira muttered in her heart, then she got on Bimo's bike and drove home.

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