Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 37. Because Charlotte

The two people, Mistress Ernest and the servant turned towards the door and from the door appeared the figure of a man who was none other than Mr. Ernestan. Seeing that Mr. Ernestan had gone home and entered the room, the servant hurriedly walked out of the room.

“Mama is awake?” mister Ernest said as he walked up to his wife. Mr. Ernest looked very tired, at his age who should have retired to enjoy old age he still had to think about the course of the company. Mr. Ernest kissed his wife's forehead.

“Talking about what Mama and mom look serious and Papa came home instantly speechless. What's the secret hmmm?” asked Mr. Ernest while looking at his wife.

“That's Pa, about that new nurse. Papa see no he is very similar to Debora.” Said Mrs Ernest.

“Iya Ma, but it's normal that many people in this world are similar even though there is no blood relation.” Said Mr. Ernest still staring at his wife's face.

“Have not thought later Mama even sad, blood pressure rose again.” said Mr. Ernest then he walked to the bathroom. Mistress Ernest then grabbed the phone algae near his bed to contact Alamanda to immediately come to his room to clean his body.

Alamanda who was in his room was finished with his personal needs seemed to be lying on his bed while wiping his phone screen swipe, she was chatting with her Nurse friend to ask about a patient named Mrs Hanson. When the phone on the table rang, Alamanda picked up the phone.

“Ners immediately to the room, I want to take a shower and after that I want you to drive around the front garden.” Mrs Ernest's voice was behind the phone.

“Good Mistress.” Alamanda said politely and then hung up the phone algae because Mrs Ernest had also hung up the phone first after Alamanda said.

“Hmmm what will I try to ask permission from Mrs Ernest yes..” muttered Alamanda in heart while rushing outside from her room. He desperately wanted to go to the hospital to see Mrs Hanson and see Marcel.

After having cleansed the body and changed Mrs Ernest's clothes. Alamanda combed Mistress Ernest's hair slowly. Mr. Ernest who was sitting on the sofa in the room also observed the figure of Alamanda, in his heart he confirmed the words of the Wife, if the nurse was very similar to Deborah.

“It's very similar, but many people look like there's no blood relation. How could the Debora family have a brother in such a settlement. Did I tell people to find out about the nurse's family. Don't let them just confess to me.” Mumbles Mr. Ernest in a heart that still continues to look at the figure of Alamanda.

“Hmmm right I told people to find out information about the nurse's family.” Mumbled Mr. Ernestan was still looking at Alamanda.

Alamanda, who felt constantly being looked at by Mr. Ernest, felt angry and rushed to push the wheelchair out of the room and into the front garden.

When he arrived at the park in front of Alamanda will say what he wants is to ask permission briefly to go to the hospital but he still hesitates. Because since coming out of Mistress Ernest's room just be quiet, do not say anything.

But it arrived...

“Ners.. tomorrow morning schedule I control to the hospital. You accompany me yes..” the voice of Mrs Ernest who arrived surprised Alamanda but also made her heart happy. Because the hospital where Mrs Ernest's control is the same as the hospital where Mrs Hanson was treated.

“Good Mistress.” Alamanda said politely and continued to push the wheelchair around the front garden.

“Tomorrow I ask permission for a moment when Mrs Ernest enters the check room.” Alamanda murmured inwardly while continuing to push the wheelchair. The two people were just speechless each busy with his own thoughts.

But arrived....

“Ners... Ners Alamanda...” the voice of a little boy screaming.

Alamanda and Mr and Mrs Ernest turned to the voice calling out. Charlotte runs off and behind her the nanny and Henry. The nanny ran away while forbidding Charlotte to scream.

Alamanda smilingly looked at Charlotte but she kept pushing the wheelchair.

“Ners Alamanda... wait..” cried Charlotte again. Alamanda also slightly reduced his steps in pushing the wheelchair. He seemed hesitant if stopping would get angry from Mistress Ernest and if it continued to pity Charlotte who kept running away.

“Wait for the little boy!” maam Ernest's orders. And Alamanda pulled over the wheelchair occupied by Mrs Ernest.

“Ners Alamanda...” said Charlotte next when she was close while hugging the thighs of Alamanda. While still holding the wheelchair, Alamanda lowered her head and kissed Charlotte on the top.

“Ners let's see Oma and Papa. I'm gonna drop Papa a shirt. I really can't go to the hospital but I feel sorry for Papa and Oma.” Charlotte said in a sad tone.

“Nona I also want to see Oma and see Papa Marcel but I still work.” Alamanda said in a sad tone.

“Ooowhhh can you just go see Papa and see Oma, Ners?” charlotte asked with a very disappointed expression. Mistress Ernest who heard the cute voice of Charlotte who was disappointed so did not have the heart, as well as Mr. Ernest who had been staring at the beautiful and cute face of Charlotte.

“Meet them after you drop me off to the check room.” Said Mistress Ernest in a serious tone. Alamanda and Charlotte also seemed to smile happily and look at each other.

“Thank you Madam...” said Charlotte then shook Mrs Ernest's hand and kissed the back of Mrs Ernest's hand politely.

“Same beautiful Miss, call me Oma just don't Madam yes.” said Mrs Ernest with a smile looking at the cute face of Charlotte. He who so missed the presence of grandchildren and great-grandchildren was anxious to see Charlotte's cute face.

“Good Oma...” said Charlotte politely while smiling sweetly.

“And call me Opa.” Sir Ernest said with a smile to Charlotte as well,

“If my granddaughter did not die then it must be funny like this child.” Mumbled Lord Ernest inwardly. He imagined if his granddaughter did not die in infancy, surely in the toddler will also be beautiful and cute like the little Miss who was in front of him.

“Ah I forbid my wife to remember the past but why do I also remember that sad past.” Mumbled Mr. Ernest inwardly...