The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief
CHAPTER 32



"Since that girl worked at your house, do you feel that Arsen is getting further away from you? He's closer to her, isn't he?"


"I think it should have been a close caregiver near the baby or child he cared for. It means the nanny can take the child's heart."


"God. Why don't you understand too? Do you want that girl to affect Arsen's mind with bad things about you?"


Rayyan smiled.


"Why should you think that far? Being able to find a suitable nanny for Arsen alone I was already so grateful. Before Saints came, I don't know how many nannies came in and out of my house."


Doctor Kinara snorted in annoyance. His intention to instigate Rayyan failed because Ray always thought positively about the nanny.


"Suci and Arsen must have been waiting for me. I'll go first, good morning."


Doctor Kinara was only able to stand looking at Ray's back which was getting away from his presence.


Rayyan's car was driving, until one day the car had to stop at a red light. From his seat, Suci could see quite clearly a motorcyclist who was chatting with a girl.


"Isn't that Dina? But, who is that man? Looks like he's not Rio," he murmured.


"Why did you keep looking at those two people? Do you know them?" ask Rayyan.


"I-i-iya, Sir. The girl who was piggybacking on that was my schoolmate."


"Maybe if you want to say it."


Rayyan lowered the window of her car.


"Hi, Dina," said Holy.


The girl called Dina rushed off her two arms


coiled around the waist of the motorcycle driver who he believes is not his girlfriend, Ryo.


"God. Sacred? You are, …"


"Where are you going or where are you going, Din? Um.... That guy wasn't Ryo, was he?"


"I-I just got home from the market. He's my subscription motorcycle."


"Ooh." Sacred rounded his lips.


"Where are you from?" ask Dina.


"I'm just from the hospital. Last night young master Arsen had a fever."


"You're at home, you're working there?"


Saints smile.


"Get me at home."


"When we meet and talk a lot can't we?"


Sacred looked at Rayyan as if asking for her approval. The man nodded his head.


"Yes, could. We meet both of you sometime."


"See you."


Rayyan returned to the car.


Arriving at home.


"Alhamdulillah, the young master has returned. Mbok from earlier thought," said mbok Asih.


"Yes, Mbok. Thank God the young master only had a normal fever. That's why the doctor allowed her to go home after her fever had gone down" Suci explained.


Suddenly Zola appeared from inside the house. I'm sure he'll cause trouble.


"The base has no shame! Already expelled but still back to this house," he said.


"Excuse me, I want to put young master to bed."


"Are you right, you're wearing a mercy aide?"


Suci wastes her breath so that her emotions are not provoked.


"Still in the morning, don't make a fuss."


"Don't be right. Something's not right. We came back to the village yesterday not because there was a problem in your family, but to the shaman to renew the study."


"You why is it always slipping on the Saints anyway? He just never looked for trouble with you," Asih said.


"Serving you is endless. I have a lot of work!" Mbok Asih just wavers from the presence of Saints.


"Zola," call Rayyan from the back garden. He rushed to her too.


"What's up, Mister?"


"How are you? Why are dried leaves left strewn like this? I paid you to keep this house and the neighborhood clean, didn't I?"


"Ehm .. Every day I sweep this park, sir. Perhaps this tree is indeed dropping its leaves."


"Yes already. Clean the garden until it is completely clean. After that you prune the grasses that have started high."


"That's a man's job, sir. Why was I told to do it?" his protest.


"You know, don't you? Everyone here already has their duties. Do what I say unless you're tired of working in this house."


"Ba-ba-well, Sir. I'll be working on it soon."


Zola rushed to pick up her work tool and cleaned the park.


"Good morning, sir," said Seto, Sofia's personal driver as Rayyan walked around the grounds.


"Good morning. This morning I cleaned the car. Where's mom going?"


"It's a habit, sir. Take the mistress to her brother's house."


"Brother? As far as I know the mother is an only child, and both parents are dead," Rayyan said.


"If I may know where my sister's house is?"


"In the Carnation housing."


"His brother a boy or a girl?"


"I don't know, Sir."


"How could you not know. You're the one who drives me wherever you go."


"Yes, Sir. I always take the lady. But the madam always asked me to park the car some distance from the entrance of the estate."


"So, you don't know who mom's brother is?"


"No, Mister. I've never seen it at all. It's just that the mistress likes to visit for hours at his brother's house until I who wait for him often sleep in the car. I once woke people up thinking I fainted in a car" Seto said.


"Alright, continue your work."


Rayyan then passed from the yard and went back into his house.


"Where's mom, Mbok?"


"On the balcony, sir. I just delivered warm tea for her."


Rayyan climbed the stairs and approached the mother who was relaxing on the balcony of her room.


"I need a bica- …"


Rayyan stopped talking because she found her mother was chatting with someone over the phone. His position, which turned his back to the door, made him unaware of Rayyan's presence.


//Has the car been delivered? I ordered it two days ago//


//I ordered the red color//


//Of course Ray doesn't know. I told him I wanted to use the money to open a new branch of my clothing store//


//Yes, Honey. I miss you too. Later after Ray went to the office, I came to your place//


//There is no need to discuss this one. Every time we meet, I'll give you rations in bed instead of//


"Who's talking to Mom? Why is he talking about cars, clothing stores, and bedding?" murmured Ray.


"Did I just ask him directly? Nah! I'd better investigate" he murmured again.


"Ray! What are you doing there?" asked the mother who suddenly looked at him.


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