So TKW
Section 46
Still Abdul Ro'uf yes...
That woman, all I know is her name, Patima. Ex-worker at her aunt Laila's house. I don't know how long he worked there which is obviously not even two years old, should still be under contract. But somehow he was suddenly in this house and could be my sister's nanny, Jamal.
I don't like him much. Although he and Noah are one country, their personalities are very different. Noorah who tends to be affectionate towards small children and hard towards foreign men, inversely with Patima, it tends to be bolder and a little wild. It's also a bit harsh on Jamal. I often see Patima telling me things that Jamal can't do on his own, such as wearing his own clothes or taking a bath without supervision.
When I rebuked he came closer and eroded the distance with me.
"Let him learn, sir. For him to be independent" he said, raising his face right in front of me almost without shame.
The flashy makeup plus the flirtatious style of speech made me shudder in horror. Even when talking deliberately he opened his veil. As if he wanted to display her beauty that only resembled that painting.
At that time Babah asked me to come to the house to consult with the Laila family, to straighten out the problems that occurred between us.
I swore at the time that I had done absolutely nothing with Laila, but somehow she confessed - I was the father of the fetus she was carrying at this time. It's impossible if I don't touch him at all.
As the discussion progressed, Patima suddenly came up with a drink while glancing at me and squinting at Laila, as if they were conspiring to hold me responsible for the woman's pregnancy.
Then one night, when I was still struggling in front of the computer. Suddenly he boldly entered my room with a coffee that I did not ask for.
"What does this mean?" I asked as he directly entered my room without my orders.
"Drink, Master. So that your body is warm and comfortable" he said as he approached and placed both hands right on my chest. Reflexes clap his hands.
"Bad. What the hell does this mean? how dare you touch me" I asked as I glared at him. He who stood not far from me remained unmoved as if he was not afraid of what he had done.
"Why sir? don't you like me. Am I not prettier than a married woman that you always chase after?" he said in a tone that made me sick.
"What do you mean?" I asked her to turn my eyes as if in disbelief, how dare she say that.
"Come, Master. Don't expect a moon you can't get, if there's a flower you're willing to pick.
Why pursue love Nur, if he is still married, it's the same you dream during the day.all that's just a fantasy"
"Shut up!. And leave my room immediately" I snapped with growing anger. Not lustful even there I was very disgusted with his courage.
"Come, Master. I know you're lonely, right. And I'm ready to accompany your cold nights" around his hands on my waist and clutching me tightly. I who was not ready with his arms was immediately fixated and could not believe what he was doing.
"really despicable of you, that's how cheap your pride is. Even you dare to go to the man who is clearly the son of your master. It's inappropriate" I pushed his body down. The anger in the chest increased. I would have almost slapped my cheek with that thick make-up if I had not remembered the deed I would have regretted for the rest of my life.
