Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 111.

By the time the servant mother had pressed the telephone plane's nekan keys. Suddenly Eveline who had handed the body of the Comel to the Father of the Security Guard turned to the servant mother and shouted a little loudly.

“Bu! Don't call them first!” eveline shouted and immediately stepped towards Mother Maid. Eveline recalled the health of Mistress Ernest who had unstable emotions and high blood pressure disease.

But late, the phone connection has a sound connected.

“Why Non? Later I will be blamed again if I do not notify.” said the servant mother while holding the phone algae.

“Remember the health of Mrs Ernest.” Eveline said, then immediately dissected the phone algae and immediately put it in place.

CLAMPS

While in a five-star hotel in Mr and Mrs Ernest's room. Mr. Ernest is in discussions with Marcel. His discussion stopped because of the ringing sound of his hand phone.

“From Mansion. But why is it dead.” Mumbled Lord Ernest as it had already turned into a missed call. Mr. Ernest waited a while. However, there were still no more calls from his Mansion's phone number. Mr. Ernest immediately made a call back.

“Hallo, what's up?” mr. Ernest's voice when his call was received.

“Sorry Sir just wanted to let you know if Comel hasn't been found.” Eveline's voice behind Mr. Ernest's handphone. The servant mother did not dare to receive a voice call from Mr. Ernestan so Eveline accepted and forced Eveline to lie first for the sake of Mrs Ernest's health.

“Yes already, you guys are looking again tomorrow morning. Or you buy again the same as Comel so that my wife is calm.” Said Mr. Ernest calmly because now the wife is also calmer in the bedroom with Alamanda and Charlotte. Mr. Ernest then closes his voice call and will continue to discuss with Marcel.

“How is Mister? I slept on this sofa huh?” marcel asked after Mr. Ernest put his phone in his shirt pocket. Now they are both in the living room of Mr and Mrs Ernest's hotel room. The others returned to their rooms.

“Can't Mr. Marcel, I'll sleep on this sofa because I can't possibly sleep inside, there's Ners Alamanda there.” Said Mr. Ernest while looking at Marcel's face.

“Master can sleep in my room or take another room.” Marcel said with a smile because he was still trying to sleep in the room because he planned to continue his good activities with Alamanda.

“Trust me Sir, I will take care of Mrs Ernest.” Said Marcel again who never gave up.

“Not that I can't take the room anymore or don't believe in Mr. Marcel. But...” said Mr. Ernest does not continue because he will also continue his plan to take hair samples Alamanda, Alamanda, because the case of blood pressure Mistress Ernest who rose suddenly while in the dining room caused them not to prepare scissors or tools to cut Alamanda's hair on the bed of Mrs Ernest. If it is revoked, Alamanda will wake up in shock.

“But what Sir? I pay all the hotel bills is also okay. Sorry do not Old Boss offended.” Marcel said in a serious tone.

“Hmmm not a problem it's Young Boss.. But I can't be far from my wife.” said Mr. Ernest while smilingly insinuating Marcel the newlywed who was breaking his fast. Mr. Ernest understood Marcel's intention to sleep on the sofa.

“Master if the Mr who has been decades alone can not be far from your wife. Moreover, I, sir, can not be far from my new wife and my beloved daughter.” said Marcel with a clear face.

“Hmmm how about the Young Boss sleep on the carpet only.” Said Mr. Ernest while staring at the floor with a thick carpet. In his heart he smiled at Marcel who was his former grandson, because Mr. Ernest was already convinced that Alamanda was his biological grandson.

“Master we order extra bed only yes.” said Marcel bargained again. Even if he is forced, he is willing to sleep on the carpet.

“Hmmm alright.” murmured Mr. Ernest relented. Marcel called the hotel to book an extra bed. After ordering the extra bed looked Marcel thought.

“Where will I play with Alamanda if the Old Boss is in this room? What's in the bathroom?” muttered Marcel in heart because the plan was to play on the sofa with his wife. Marcel then stepped foot to the balcony door to find inspiration.

While Mr. Ernest was also thinking how to take a sample of Alamanda's hair.