Sumayahs

I Want Him!

It was unexpected by Kevin that Salim would be sentenced to be paralyzed by a doctor. He could not bear to see Salim who was just sitting on his wheelchair every day. Various types of therapy have been done, but still Salim's condition is still the same.

Two years have passed, Salim's condition is getting worse. Almost all the muscles in his body are not functioning. The nurse that Kevin assigned to Salim was never at home because Salim did not want anyone else to take care of him.

He waited for his mother to come. However, four years have passed Sumayah never came to visit. That made Priscilla and Teo happy. There is no hope anymore for Kevin to make Salim as a successor. Teo will replace him.

Today some female nurses were brought in Kevin. He wants a good and capable nurse. Experienced and responsible for the tasks they provide.

There were fifteen female nurses lined up in the living room of Kevin's mansion. All of them were in their uniform except for one person. Kevin's forehead wince at him.

"Where are you from? Are you really a nurse? Why not wear a uniform?" look at Kevin while staring dislike at the woman.

Mature woman with a simple appearance, her head covered with a veil she is beautiful just unkempt.

"I'm sorry, sir. I am from the Southern city, I heard there was a competition looking for a nanny to take care of the Young Master in great return. I'm interested in following because I'm in need of money for my parents' medical expenses, sir," the woman said.

He who looked down slowly raised his face, smiling pleading with his glazed eyes.

The deg!

Suddenly Kevin's heart went out of control. Smile, it was like he knew her. Those eyes, they're like strangers. Only, he had only seen it first. Beautiful, but cumbersome. Her skin was unkempt, probably because she was of a low caste. The southern city is famous for its poverty.

Who is this woman? Why does it feel so foreign?

Kevin scanned from the tip of his head wrapped in a worn hood, a body wrapped in negligee that contained many patches everywhere, as well as flip-flops of different brands on his seedy legs. He shuddered in disgust.

"I'm sorry, I am, but it's your circumstances that make me inadmissible because you have to take care of my sick son. I don't want him to get sick from being cared for by a woman who can't keep herself clean" Kevin said heartlessly.

The fourteen classy nurses smiled with satisfaction at Kevin's rejection of the slum.

"But, Mister. I will clean myself up at all times if I am elected. I promise, Sir. My situation is like this because the village is experiencing drought, sir. So we took enough baths and the rest to drink. Please, my master is in dire need of this work," his mother cupped her hands to her chest with tears in her eyes.

Kevin was unmoved, he was completely untouched by the sad words of the woman.

"Sorry, I can't! I don't want my son to be treated carelessly. I want those who take care of him to be experienced and certainly can be trusted," Kevin said again as he turned around and turned to others.

The woman looked at Kevin with nanar, the pace of her tears getting louder as the man no longer looked at her. He was quizzing one by one of the fourteen nurses lined up with their convincing appearances.

Salim, who was on the second floor, saw everything. He saw her crying and begging her father.

The woman seemed interested to look at the second floor. His eyes met Salim's eyes for a while. His vision turned sad by itself seeing the state of Salim who was just sitting in a wheelchair.

While the ten-year-old boy was frozen when he met him. His heart was racing fast, wanting him to just run towards him. I don't know what feelings he had right now, but he was like seeing Sumayah's figure in the woman.

"Take me down! I have to make sure of something" said Salim to the butler who is currently his caretaker.

"Okay, Young Master!" He bowed obediently while pushing Salim's wheelchair into the elevator to reach the first floor.

The woman was disappointed, glancing at Kevin once more before turning around. There was no hope of getting this job. So he decided to go back.

"Wait!" Salim's voice echoed, grabbing everyone's attention. Including Kevin who was interviewing the female nurses.

However, the woman who was rejected Kevin continued to move even though he had stopped. He thought Salim was not asking for it.

"Wait, Mom!" pinta Salim moved the wheel in her chair towards the woman who was about to reach the door.

"Ride!" call Kevin who Salim doesn't heed at all. He continued to get closer to the slum woman who was still on her back.

"Mother!" muttered Salim without a sound. The woman looked at Salim with sadness. There was something rustling within him looking at that ten-year-old who was just sitting on a wheelchair without being able to do anything.

"Young Master, what's up?" ask the butler who came. Salim was unmoved, his gaze still imprinted on the female bead before him.

"I want this woman to be my nurse!" salim sternly without taking his eyes off the woman's gaze.

A smile rose on her pale lips, making Salim again freeze at the sight.

"Mother!" Once again he muttered silently looking at the woman who was smiling right at his decision.

"No, Salim! She's not a nurse-"

"He is or is not at all!" ask Salim again into Kevin's words quickly. The fourteen nurses started to get nervous, they desperately wanted the job because in addition to working for a large wage, they could also tease Kevin.

"Low class, it's your choice!" cibir Teo looked at them from the second floor with Priscilla.

"You're right, honey. Once from the lower classes will still be at the bottom" Priscilla timps again with a smile mocking Salim who chose the shabby woman.

"But, Salim-"

"He or nothing! I just want her to be my nurse, not the others!" salim again without any intention of throwing away the gaze of the woman who suddenly warmed his heart.

Really, the woman was happy to hear it. Was it because Salim was moved and felt sorry for the story? It's okay, the important thing is that he can work and make money.

Kevin sighed. He rubbed his face rough and looked at Salim in disbelief.

"Well, if that's your choice!" disconnections.

"Thank you, Young Master!" The woman bowed to Salim, but quickly Salim dropped himself from his wheelchair preventing the woman.

"Don't bow to me, Mother!" he said under the woman's feet. He retreated in surprise, his hands clutching Salim's body and helping him sit back.

Kevin who saw her could not believe it, the dirty woman bravely touched her son. He was angry, but could do nothing.

Salim who had been sitting in his chair, returned the woman's embrace tightly.

"Don't let go, Mother! Let me hold you first!" it was Pinta Salim who made her heart full. He felt bad for Kevin.

"Congratulations! Let go of that dirty woman! At least you clean your body before you touch my son!" hardik Kevin while removing the woman and threw her on the floor.

Salim glazed over to see it.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" the woman's great-grandson.

"Take him to his room, and give him a bath to clean his body. You should take a shower, too, Salim. I don't want you to get sick from it" said Kevin, who softened his voice at the end of the sentence.

Salim continued to stare at the woman as Kevin took her. The woman smiled and nodded small.

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Come on, come on, my new novel. Three more chapters.

Title: The Suffering of the Second Wife

I wait, yeah!