Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 112.

Marcel opened the balcony door slowly and for a moment Marcel's lips smiled as he saw a long sofa on the balcony.

“Hmmm this hotel room is actually suitable for me to stay with Alamanda and Charlotte. Bedroom is awake to its privacy. And this balcony is very romantic and very awake to its privacy as well. I'll enjoy it later here with Alamanda.” Marcel muttered while looking at the situation of the balcony. The high left and right walls are stuck to the ceiling so it will not be seen and disturbed by the neighbors of the room. The fence in front of him was chest-high and the view in front of his eyes was a very beautiful sight. The canopy of tree trees and star-studded sky. There are also pink blooming Tabebuya flowers illuminated by balcony lights that are not so bright.

“Hmmm tomorrow morning must be more beautiful and fresh air. I'll enjoy it here until morning.” Marcel muttered with a smile, then he stepped back towards the room.

Marcel kept stepping towards the mini pantry, he was going to make coffee. For a moment Marcel frowned when he saw Mr. Ernest was in the mini pantry as well but Mr. Ernest was not making hot drinks or taking anything from the refrigerator. However, Mr. Ernest was in front of the mini pantry table while holding the kitchen scissors and not carrying a single piece of food packaging to be cut.

“You want that Old Boss holding a night scissors like this? Was he already desperate with the unsolved Mansion matter? Is he desperate because his wife's favorite kitten has not been found.” Marcel muttered inwardly as he walked slowly so that Lord Ernest would not see him and he would seize the scissors held by Lord Ernest.

And a moment later. By the time Marcel was near Mr. Ernest and had not had time for Marcel to reach for the scissors that were still held by Mr. Ernest. Mr. Ernest bought his body because he had heard the sound of footsteps coming in and close to him.

“Master, don't be short think don't despair all the problems there must be a way out.” Marcel said while seizing the scissors still held by Mr. Ernest.

“What the hell is it? Who does short think? who's desperate?” Asked Mr. Ernest in astonishment and still trying to hold his scissors tightly then he immediately left the mini pantry.

While still holding the scissors Mr. Ernest continued to step towards his bedroom. While Marcel who was curious did not make coffee but followed the footsteps of Mr. Ernest.

“You scissors scissors what the hell old man is night like this.” Marcel muttered inwardly as he continued to follow in Master Ernest's footsteps. But Marcel could not enter the room because the door was closed. And Marcel was just standing behind that door.

Mr. Ernest, who had entered the bedroom, was moved when he saw three different generations of women lying on the bed. Mistress Ernest was in the middle, Charlotte's petite body on the side of Mistress Ernest as her tiny hands hugged the old man's body. Alamanda on the other side was lying on her side facing the body of Mistress Ernest. Ernest's comfort, facing upwards, saw both his hands holding onto Alamanda's body and Charlotte's petite body.

“I want you to accompany me often like this. So that my longing for my granddaughter is treated.” Said Mrs Ernest.

“Iya Oma's.. I also like to accompany Oma Ernest but if Mama and I accompany Oma, what about Papa.” Charlotte said as she yawned because she was sleepy.

“Papa Nona also sleeps in this same room Opa in the living room.” Said Mr. Ernest as he continued to step up.

“Ma, earlier he said I need scissors I put on the nightstand yes.” said Mr. Ernest next and put the kitchen scissors on the nightstand that can be reached by Mrs Ernest from the bed. Mr. Ernest immediately stepped out of the bedroom.

“Edit for what Oma?” charlotte asked with eyes that were already very cute but her soul tempestuous.

“Ehmmm it makes. “ said Mrs Ernest while thinking because she did not expect to get a question from Charlotte.

“That was Oma's shirt whose sewing thread had not been tidied up by her seamstress. Oma feels uncomfortable, even though it is not important.” said Mrs Ernest looking for an excuse.

“Oooo is sometimes like that.” said Charlotte and closed her eyes.

“Your son is asleep, let's sleep.You rest easy your husband is also sleeping here with my husband.” Said Mistress Ernest while turning to Alamanda who looked also sleepy because she felt at peace she slept beside Mistress Ernest. Similarly Mistress Ernest was very comfortable and pleased her plan to take Alamanda's hair was in sight. Mistress Ernest though sleepy tried not to fall asleep first waiting for Alamanda to fall asleep first.