The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 49

"Who was the person you called the madam on the phone earlier?" ask Sacred.

"Whatchu mean? You must have heard wrong. I was chatting with my friend" Zola argued.

"You don't have to lie. I heard you calling the madam yourself."

"It seems your hearing is already in trouble."

"Don't be so reckless when you talk. My ears are normal. I can't hear you wrong" argued the Holy One.

"Surge! I'm going to the back!" Zola passed from the Sacred front then walked towards the back garden.

Although Lady Sofia is no longer living in this house, it does not mean that everything is safe. It could be that Sofia's petty mistress actually intends revenge by using Zola's hand.

****

In the afternoon.

Suci and Mbok Asih were in Arsen's room. Both of them were teaching Arsen to walk.

"Come, Honey. Inhere. Later mbak Suci love Gifts."

"Young master came here" said mbok Asih from another angle.

With a slow step Arsen set his tiny foot on the floor and then towards the Asih mbok who was ready to pick him up in the corner there. He then returned to Saints, and so on until his footsteps began to quickly.

"Great young master! I can walk."

"Plok plok block!" Suci gave the applause that the young master responded with a big smile to show his row of teeth that had only grown four seeds.

That's when Ray walked by.

"What's this about? I heard applause" he said.

"This, Sir. The young master is already smoothly walking," Sacred explained.

"Smart kid." Ray carried the tiny body and then kissed his cheek. Instead of being happy to get a soft kiss from the father, Arsen cried.

"Why are you crying, baby?" ask Sacred.

"Fear ..fear."

"Fearful? What are you afraid of? He's your father, honey."

"Fear .. fear," he said, pointing his index finger at Ray's face. Sacred smiled faintly. Now he understood what made the handsome baby cry in fear.

"Ehm .. I seem to know what makes young master cry."

"What?"

"The emblem on the face of the Master."

"Jeez, Arsen. This time is scared."

"There is no harm in Mr. shaving the sideburns on the face of the Master to make it look neater" said mbok Asih.

"I go to the room first" Rayyan said as she passed by leaving Arsen's room.

"It looks like Mr. Rayyan has not tired of maintaining his jambangnya," said mbok Asih shortly after Ray passed.

"I wonder why Master Rayyan loved his lamb so much. Good no, serem yes. Arsen alone to the fear of seeing his own father," said Suci.

"It seems that up to this time Mr. Ray still can't mup on from the late mistress Arini."

"Move on, Mbok," Holy err.

"Yes, that's it. Maybe she'll change her appearance again when she finds a replacement for Arini's mistress."

"Oh yes, Mbok. I'm suspicious of Zola."

"Surprisingly why, Nduk?"

"I heard Zola talking to someone. He called the interlocutor mistress. Is that maybe Miss Sofia?"

"What are they talking about on the phone?" ask Mbok Asih.

"I didn't have time to hear their conversation, just before hanging up, Zola called the person as mistress. I suspect even though Lady Sofia no longer lives in this house, she has not given up on destroying Master Ray even if not with her own hands."

"Your thinking makes sense too, Nduk. Mbok knows the nature of the mistress. She is ambitious and obsessive. If he wants something, he'll have to get it any way."

"So what should we do Mbok?"

"We both have to keep a closer eye on Zola" Asih said. The saint agreed.

"Yes, I want to make a drink first for Mr. Ray."

Mbok Asih then left Arsen's room.

Mbok Asih was seen carrying a tray containing a cup of warm tea that he was about to take to Rayyan's room. But his steps stopped when he crossed his employer's workspace. Zola was seen walking around in front of the room.

"Zola! What are you doing here?" tanyakanya.

Zola who carried the floor broom was quick to act like the school was cleaning the floor in front of the room.

"Considerably, don't see me anymore, what? Wear asked, "germutu.

"Let's see for yourself how you walk around like you're watching something in this room."

"Why should I walk around? Less work."

"Mbok Asih passed from before Zola and headed for Ray's room."

"Drink it, sir," said mbok Asih as he opened the door.

"Just put it on the table, Mbok. I'll drink."

Rayyan was looking at the reflection of her own face on the mirror of her dresser.

"Yes, sir."

"What is my scary face with this sideburn?" tanyakanya.

Mbok Asih commented on the smile.

"That's not it, it's just that Mister looks better if he looks as neat as he used to be, when Madame Arini is still alive."

"Arini, .." Suddenly Ray's face turned sad.

"Ma-ma-af, Sir. I don't mean to remind Master of the late mistress Arini. I just, …"

"It's okay, Mbok. In fact after he left me, I was lazy to take care of myself. No one got angry when my hair started to thicken, no one quietly shaved my mustache while I slept, and no one reprimanded me when I wore a short-sleeved shirt. Arini always makes me look perfect. Now that I'm gone, I don't care about my looks anymore."

"At least change is the appearance of Master for the sake of young master Arsen. Master definitely doesn't want him to always be scared when he sees Mister, does he?"

Ray just nodded his head.

"Oh yes, sir. The Saints spoke to me. He said he heard Zola talking to someone over the phone. He calls his interlocutor mistress. I suspect the mistress in question is Lady Sofia. Just now I also saw Zola sneaking around in front of the master's office. I don't know why I feel if madam Sofia still harbors ill will on Master. Although he no longer lives here, it is not impossible for him to use Zola as a hand to destroy Mister" Asih said.

"So, according to Mbok, what should I do? Do I have to lay off Zola?"

"Zola must have refused if you had dismissed him for no apparent reason. Let's just see, if my and Saints' talk is proven, you can immediately dismiss it."

"Good, Mbok. I agree with Mbok's proposal."

*****

At Aldi and Kanaya's house.

That afternoon Aldi went home first from Kanaya. Trying to grab her attention, Widya also welcomed her by making a cup of coffee for her husband.

"The coffee is drunk, Mas" he said.

"Aldi who was busy playing his phone was not the slightest glance towards Widya. He turned his face away.

"Want to take a bath with warm water?" ask Widya.

Aldi still refused to speak.

"Mas must be tired, huh? Here I come."

Widya starts touching Aldi's shoulder but the man brushes him off.

"Don't touch me! I'm disgusted at you!" his jolt.

"I'm your rightful wife, Mas. I deserve a living born from you."

The man who served as manager at an import-export company grinned wryly.

"Your wife said? Did you forget, we got married for a mistake? Never expect more! Until whenever my wife is just one, Kanaya."

"Our religion teaches that husbands who have more than one wife are required to treat their wives fairly" Widya said.

"What do you know about religion? Never mind, I'm lazy to argue."

Aldi walked out of the living room and into his room.

Not long ago, someone said hello.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Apparently Kanaya who just returned home to teach at her school.

"Getishalight."

"Mas Aldi is home, Wid?"

"Already, Nay. Just a few minutes ago."

"Who's that coffee for?"

"Ehm .. I want to have coffee."

"Yes, I went up to the room first."

"Until when will Mas treat Widya like this?" ask Kanaya when she gets in the room.

"What do you mean?"

"Mas refused to drink Widya's coffee, didn't he?"

"At any time I would never consider her a wife!"

"It's not appropriate to talk that way."

"You'll know from the beginning I don't want him to stay here. Because of that stubbornness of your head, all this has to happen. This is all your fault!"

"If you hadn't gotten drunk that night, you'd never have done that disgusting thing to Widya!"

"If you obey me from the beginning, none of this will happen!"

"Hoey! Yeeek!"

Their conversation stopped when suddenly Widya's voice was vomiting in the toilet.

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