My Husband's a Wasted Child

Unsuspectedly

The morning was clear, little by little there was a change. Although Afna is still a lot silent, but at least not like the past.

In the living room, there was already a beautiful girl who was waiting for the owner of the house to meet her.

Not long after, Kazza came down the stairs and immediately met someone who had been ordered to his secretary.

While Mrs Nessa and her daughter are still in the back garden to enjoy the fresh air in the morning while warming up. Likewise with Mr. Tirta, who also accompanied his son and wife in the park while reading the newspaper.

Kazza was already in the living room, he saw the employees of his restaurant were now in front of him.

"Please sit down" said Kazza, inviting him to sit down. Then all three were the same as sitting quietly.

"Are you ready to work with me?" kazza asked with her flat tone and cold expression.

"I'm ready, sir." He answered while looking seriously at Kazza.

"Have you read the agreement you received?" ask again.

"Here you go, sir." The answer is still in its original position.

"Now Gio will explain back what you have to do." He then got up from his seat.

"And you're Gio, after this task of yours is done hurry up and go to the restaurant." Kazza's orders to his secretary.

"Good, sir." His reply was brief, while Kazza immediately rushed off leaving his secretary.

"Sir Gio, is this really Mr Kazza's house?" tanyanya is still curious.

"Yes, why. Do you still forget, don't call me sir. Do you still not remember it." Answer a little jutek.

"Eeeh, sorry secretary Gio. This big house how many inhabitants, too bad if only a few inhabitants." He kept commenting.

"Don't be tacky, Vella. What his house looks like, the point is you will work in this house. You will be a nurse and a friend, but you must know the limits. You are still under the control of the owner of this house, do you understand? if not! take your footstep to immediately meet the owner of this house." He said as he walked towards the back garden.

"Yes, yes. I understand!" his answer was also trying to balance the footsteps of secretary Gio.

'Gile, this big house but deserted residents. Wow. a pity, even though a simple house is more enough.' His murmur followed secretary Gio's footsteps.

And come, Vella and Gio are already in the back garden. It was seen that Mr. Tirta and his wife and child were enjoying the air in the morning with warm sunlight.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Gio's secretary as warm as possible. Vella just smiled fluffy.

"Morning, Gio. What's up?" replied Nessa and asked

"I've picked up the nurse who will be a friend of Ms. Afna, mrs.my name is Vella Nasyil" replied secretary Gio introduced Vella to her two employers.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.." said Vella, bowing her head.

"Make you, Gio. Explain everything Kazza ordered, I think you explained. My wife and I are going out on something." Mr. Tirta's orders.

"Afna, mama and papa go out for a while. It's about your wedding, don't forget the breakfast." Said the mother slowly, so as not to make her daughter sad.

"Yes, ma. Afna just sort of like mom and dad, and Kazza's sister." The answer is trying to smile.

"Titip Afna yes, son Vella." Madame Nessa said goodbye.

"Good, madam." Answer and smile.

After both of Afna's parents left the house, now lives Afna and Vella and also Gio's secretary.

"Vella, you push the wheelchair. We're gonna go inside the house, I'm gonna give you your job duties as long as you're in this house." Secretary Gio's orders.

"Okay, secretary Gio. Whatever work I do, as long as I can." Answer and smile.

Vella also pushed the wheelchair up inside the house, he saw the room room owned by Afna looks very luxurious. Even the most expensive hotels lose their rivals, Vella thought as she looked around him.

While Gio's secretary explained the place and work to be done and the ban, all had been spoken by Gio's secretary. While Vella only live copy the words of secretary Gio, Vella must always remember her duty as nurse Afna before marriage. At least Afna was no longer in a wheelchair when she became a wife.

"Vella, do you understand what I've explained. If you don't understand yet, then quickly ask before I leave the house." Ask Gio's secretary before leaving.

"It seems like there's no question, thanks for all the explanations." Vella replied, Thank you.

Now Afna and Vella are staying at home, only the servants and guards of Tirta's house are visible.

"Previously sorry, miss, it looks like this house is deserted. Is there not a grandfather, or a grandmother." Vella asked a little nervously, but she tried to be brave without any nervousness.

"Grandfather and Omma now live in the village, he said he wanted to enjoy life in simplicity. But, if there's a big family event all get together in this house." Answer the Afna.

"Oooh so, Miss. Forgive me for asking this much, Miss.." said Vella felt bad.

"It's okay, you don't have to bother. Introduce, my name is Afna. Just call Afna, don't call Miss. I'm not comfortable being called Miss, to me it's too complicated." The answer is trying to smile.

"No, Miss. It is precisely I who feel bad about Miss Afna's family. And for sure I'm Mr. Kazza's employee, I don't want to make any mistakes." His word.

"As for you, I'm not forcing you. Which makes you comfortable, that's easy for you."

"Oh yes, now I help the lady to take a shower. After that, miss breakfast."

"Well, do it if you can help me take a shower and everything else. If you feel you can't do it, you can ask the help of the waiter in this house." Afna replied casually, so that Vella would not feel awkward and unkind. As much as possible Afna not to be excessive.

'It turns out Miss Afna is not what I imagined, and I think like any other rich kid. Which is more concerned with his own feelings, but not for Miss Afna. I also thought it would be as hard as her brother, they were both twins. It must not be much different, it turns out my guess is right wrong. Must be very lucky prospective husband, Miss Afna is very beautiful and also good. May you recover soon, Miss.' he murmured in his heart while assessing the personality of Afna princess Tirta Danuarta.