PARALYZED MASTER'S NANNY

44 - Who is this woman?

Nevan

He looked at Bian who was focusing on driving to the office this morning.

"I want to see Raya, we stop there for a while," he said slowly to Bian, expressing his wish.

"Good, Sir." Bian also directly tancap gas to the new address Raya.

Arriving there, he saw Raya who was watering the plants, but he could see a tinge of sadness on the woman's face.

Want it to feel like he met Raya directly, spoke gently, rubbed the woman's shoulders and asked what caused the face of Raya to look like that many thoughts?

Miss Donald Duck .. are you sad? Why are you pouting?

That was how his heart whispered to ask the woman across there.

He was so eager to ask that, then after he knew what the Kingdom was thinking, he wanted to calm the woman down in his arms. Can it?

However, what to say. He really cannot, let alone touch and embrace his Kingdom, speak directly even he can not do. Sia lan !

Not because he did not dare, not because he was not a gentleman, but because he thought about the impact of his actions, if he did all that now to Raya.

He thought of what clarity could he afford for the current Kingdom? Nothing ...

His attitude towards Raya now turned to a woman who was seen greeting Raya kindly, it seemed like it was the new neighbor of Raya.

However, his forehead was slightly wrinkled looking at the figure of the woman.

"Bian, do I feel familiar with that woman? You know who he is?" ask Bian and at the same time the woman he meant to get out of the yard of his own house, then enter the porch of the house Raya, they were seen continuing the conversation session available in front of the house occupied by the Kingdom.

Bian nodded, "His face is no stranger, I think I know him ... but where?" Bian rubbed his own nape while saying that sentence.

He also became focused on sapodilla mateng skinned women who sat on the side of the Kingdom.

"Find out who he is" he said. Bian nodded his head.

After making sure Raya stayed home today, she decided to return to the office.

He worked as usual, meeting clients who visited his office and talking about their next jobdesk.

He deliberately busied himself, to kill time - so as not to feel too when going through the recent day somehow like slow moving.

"Bian ... did the job application was accepted by Mr. Chandra's company yesterday?" tanyakanya. He remembered Raya who had applied for a job yesterday at one of his relationships - but this morning, there was no sign that Raya had been active in the world of work.

Bian shrugged both shoulders while holding both hands in front of the body, the man shook his head slowly - meaning that Raya's proposal was rejected outright.

"Am I helping you this time?" tanyanya asked Bian for advice.

"I know you can contact Mr. Chandra personally, but is it not an exaggeration to help a woman?" Bian asked back.

"I don't think it's excessive" he said.

However, Bian seemed to have another point of view regarding this.

"Isn't this some kind of Nepotism, sir? Mr. Chandra will judge you as less professional for asking for his help through the back lane. Although he will not be able to refuse your request, but he will definitely pay more attention to this action," said Bian expressed his opinion.

He digested it and understood that what Bian said was true.

"But, if you ask Miss Luisa's help it might not be too severe, sir. Because you know each other not in the field of work, but know each other personally." continued Bian gave a suggestion-referencing Luisa's office which is also the place where Raya applied for a job.

And he smiled obliquely hearing that. The reason is not a problem asking for Luisa's help that makes him lazy, but facing Luisa is what makes him stop. Still thinking about contacting the woman alone had made her dizzy.

"I don't want to ask for Luisa's help," she said softly as she looked at Bian who was smiling, perhaps the Secretary could already read why she was reluctant to ask Luisa for help.

"Alright, Sir. I understand." said Bian.

"Don't forget to find out about the Great Neighbor." he said.

Bian nodded then immediately walked out of his room after he laced some signatures in the files that Bian presented.

He took a handsfree hand in a desk drawer, put it on and connected it to a smartphone, he needed to refresh his brain to forget his problem for a moment.

Whether it's work, household problems, or heart problems that now afflict it.

Choosing songs randomly, usually the song on his phone is a hard genre song; hard rock, metalcore such as Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold.

However, just now Matt shadow's voice ended with the humming of Afterlife's lyrics. The song I Don't Want To Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.

🎶 Don't wanna close my eyes

(Don't close my eyes)

I don't wanna fall asleep

(I don't want to fall asleep)

(Because I miss you, baby)

And I don't wanna miss a thing

(And I don't want to miss anything)

 

'Cause even when I dream of you

(Because even when I dreamt of you)

The sweetest dream would never do

(The sweetest dream that will never happen)

I'd still miss you, baby

(I'll miss you, baby)

And I don't wanna miss a thing

(And I don't want to miss anything) 🎶

Makes her smile bitterly while digesting the lyrics of the song. The song that made him miss even more, and made his thoughts focus again on a woman who had imprisoned his heart and mind.

Lose, lose,

he had lost because of longing, and he did not know until when he could withstand all this.

There was a sense of impatience that gnawed at his heart and wits, forcing him to immediately meet the woman. But he knew things weren't on his side yet. His common sense must be able to win in order to withstand everything he wants to do.

...🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸...

"Hows it? Does he believe?" ask a woman to someone else over a cellular connection.

"It looks like he believes, and he's thinking about my offer, ma'am." said someone across the street, his man.

"Hmm, at least it can help him earn." the woman smiled, even though the interlocutor could not see the smile.

"Is there anything suspicious?" ask again.

"No one, no one came here to visit him but his lawyer" the man said.

"Good, take good care of him. Be a friend to him. Entertain her as much as you can," said the woman giving the order.

"Good, Mom..."

"If anyone comes and is suspicious, let me know immediately" he said.

The call was interrupted after the obedient speech from across there. The woman kept her phone for a while.

"Grandma, who's calling?"

The voice was quite disturbing the woman who was none other than Grandma Nev. He looked over and found his grandson who had just arrived home.

"You're home, Nev? Grandma called home. It's been almost two weeks left so ask about the situation there," said Grandma.

Nev mutters and asks Bian to drive him to his room immediately.

After Raya leaves the house, Nev does not want to be helped by other caregivers. Although Grandma had persuaded him, Nev insisted on being able to do everything on his own. Only a few things he really could not do, then he asked for the help of other ART. He did not want his residence entered by others anymore.

"Nev, dinner in the dining room, yeah." Grandma, because Nev never wanted to have dinner together.

"Nev's full, Grandma." said Nev. Her face looked tired and lacked the passion she used to have.

Grandma can't persuade Nev anymore, she knows enough about Nev's undisturbed mood.

Simultaneously, Nev screeched to call Nimas, a thing he had rarely done since the arrival of Raya at that time.

"Prepare my clothes, Nimas. I'm going to take a shower" Nev coldly said to Nimas who had just arrived.

Nev did ask Nimas to find a change of clothes and prepare his bath business.

But, Nev waited for Nimas to be completely ready and out of his room, only then did he enter the room. He didn't want anyone to see his body. The only woman who saw him in a dressless state was Raya and that too with the initial intention of pranking the woman. But it turns out his ignorance actually has an impact on himself now.

He missed Raya again.

Nev glanced at Bian who was still standing behind his wheelchair.

"When is my divorce done? I'm tired like this." he said in a desperate tone.

...Connect ......