Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 119.

When he came out of the bedroom door of Mrs Ernest, Marcel's eyes were immediately fixed on the extra bed in the living room.

“Kosong, where Mr. Ernest is in the bathroom. Coincidentally I had to hurry quickly to the balcony.” Marcel muttered inwardly thinking that Mr. Ernest was in the bathroom outside Mr. Ernest's bedroom . There was no figure on the couch, either, Mr. Ernest.

Marcel smiled in relief and widened his footsteps as well.

“Pa, take me where I am. I was so sleepy wanting to sleep.” muttered Alamanda who closed both eyes resigned in Marcel's sling.

“Sabar Darling, later you can sleep and enjoy.” Said Marcel who could not bear to vent his desire on his beloved wife.

A moment later Marcel was already at the connecting door of the living room and the balcony. Marcel opened the door immediately. How shocked Marcel was. Marcel immediately closed the connecting door of the living room and balcony tightly. Marcel immediately turned his body and stepped quickly and even half ran while continuing to hold Alamanda's body.

Marcel went back into the bedroom of Mistress Ernest and she quickly closed the door of the room but with a heart so as not to make a sound.

“Hah? The Old Boss why was even on the balcony and had not yet slept.” Marcel muttered in his heart and looked very disappointed, his dream to be delicious on the balcony failed miserably because Mr. Ernest had occupied a long sofa on the balcony.

“Pa ..” muttered Alamanda who felt carried by Marcel walked and ran there to come.

“Sabar Darling..” said shriek Marcel while kissing the top of Alamanda's head and his end Marcel brought Alamanda to the bathroom that was in the bedroom of Mrs Ernest. Because the bathroom outside the bedroom there is no bath up, it is not comfortable to do delicious activities when the wife is in a sleepy condition.

Marcel continued to step towards the bath up and then lay Alamanda's body slowly in the bath up.

“Sayang we do in the bath up again yes..was actually if on the balcony is very romantic there are shades outdoors, flowers are blooming and the sky full of stars sparkling..” says Marcel while stroking Alamanda's hair. Marcel who had been waiting later when he could be alone with his wife since then also peppered the face of the wife.

The couple was now in the bath up without using a thread though. Marcel's hands were already very deft to let go of all that was interfering with his intentions.

Alamanda who had been closed in his eyes, now has crimped to enjoy the pumping of the husband.

And when Marcel was busy pumping suddenly he remembered something. He turned his head towards the bathroom door.

“I forgot to lock the door. Mistress Ernest couldn't have gotten in here without your help. I hope Charlotte gets a good night's sleep.. But the Old Boss.” said Marcel while reducing his pumping speed.

“May sleep well.” muttered Alamanda who did not know if Mr. Ernestan was still sitting on the balcony because she had closed her eyes when carried by her husband. Alamanda who is also being delirious was reluctant to be released by Marcel and Marcel was also the same as Alamanda was reluctant to take off and he was back speeding up his pumping.

Meanwhile on the balcony. Mr. Ernestan was still sitting on the long sofa. Mr. Ernest has since received a sample of Alamanda's hair, wrapped it in his pajama pocket. Then he was on the balcony to call doctor Willy, so that his conversation would not be heard by anyone.

And now Mr. Ernest is talking seriously with Bang Bule Vincent on his phone.

“If Sam has you arrested, my wife and I will be back at the Mansion soon. Let Miss Eveline still be in the Mansion first until the condition is really safe for my family.” Said mister Ernest who had been informed by Bang Bule Vincent if Mr. Sam was already at the headquarters of Bang Bule Vincent.

“We're still tracking Mr. Sam's men, sir. Better not to go to the Mansion first.” Bang Bule Vincent's voice behind Mr. Ernest's handphone.

“I'm trying to find Mr. Sam's phone number that he used twenty-two years ago. Does Mr Ernest probably still have that number?” Bang Bule Vincent's voice is again behind Mr. Ernest's handphone.

“Hah? I didn't know that. I couldn't figure out how to find Sam's hand number back then. My phone number that never changed. Just look at the data on my number twenty-two years ago. Who knows you found Sam's phone number twenty-two years ago.” Said Mr. Ernest while frowning.