Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 47.

Alamanda continued walking towards the room of Mr and Mrs Ernest. While walking he grabbed his phone that was in the pocket of his uniform, he immediately turned it off because he was worried if anyone contacted him and it was not liked by Mrs Ernest.

“Servant mother who gave such a message yes. Like her she worries about me.” Mumbled Alamanda as he continued to step.

“True full of mystery inside this Mansion.” Mumbled Alamanda once more. And he quickened his footsteps. For some reason, his heart was beating faster.

When we got to the door of Mr and Mrs Ernest's room. Alamanda immediately knocked on the door of the room.

TOK TOK TOK

Alamanda knocked on the door slowly and three times. As ordered by Mrs Ernest.

“Log.” The voice of Mr. Ernest from within. Alamanda immediately turned the door handle and pushed slowly the door leaf.

Alamanda saw the figure of Mr. Ernest already wearing a tshirt and relaxed shorts to the knee. It seems he just finished his shower. His old body looks fresher because of water flush when bathing. Mr. Ernest stood near his wife's bed holding a wheelchair. He did not dare to move his wife from the bed to the wheelchair.

“Newly I call your room phone.” Said Mrs Ernest. And Alamanda's heart was relieved, because if Mrs Ernest called the room phone number it would not be connected because she was not in the room. Alamanda continued walking closer to Mistress Ernest.

“Have you asked your parents?” mrs Ernest asked as Alamanda moved Mrs Ernest's body into a wheelchair.

“Already Madam, but they also do not know the name mentioned by the Madam earlier.” Said Alamanda who was still busy moving the body of Mistress Ernest. Mistress Ernestan's facial expression looked disappointed.

Mr. Ernest who saw the gesture of his wife's body was disappointed seemed to pat the shoulder of the wife as a code to be patient. Mr. Ernest will still find out about the clarity about the Alamanda family.

Alamanda pushed Miss Ernest's wheelchair out of the room and into the dining room. Mr. Ernest walked behind the two of them while thinking of seeking clarity about Alamanda's resemblance to Deborah.

“Initial I only considered the resemblance of his face and body to Debora just a coincidence. But why for so long I was like my wife, I wanted to know who the nurse really was. Somehow his presence in this Mansion also gave me happiness. Because my wife is happy, I am happy too.. My wife's emotions also became stable.” Mumbles Mr. Ernestan inwardly as he continues to tread the course of Alamanda's wheel chair with heart.

Meanwhile, Mr. Sam in his room he smiled happily because he had gotten another duplicate key to Alamanda's room.

“Hmmm wait a minute, while everyone is enjoying dinner. I'll go back into that girl's room.” Mumbles Mr. Sam with a sly smile.

Mr. Sam has prepared the goods to be placed in Alamanda's room. He keeps it in his suit pocket. Mr. Sam sat on the sofa waiting for the time to come. People will usually use about an hour for dinner. Alamanda had dinner in the dining room with Mr and Mrs Ernest. While the waiters in the dining room are special for the servants. Mr. Ernest would usually arrive early or just at the end in the dining room specifically for those servants.

“Hmmm I now just start to the girl's room. Everyone must be enjoying the food now.” Said Mr. Sam when he had been fifteen minutes sitting waiting. He stood up from the sofa and stepped out of his room.

Mr. Sam stepped up quickly. It takes about ten minutes to get to Alamanda's room. And according to the calculations at that time everyone was busy busy in the dining room.

It didn't take long. The figure of Mr. Sam has come out of the door of Alamanda's room. He closed the door to Alamanda's room slowly. Not forgetting he locked the door of the room back and he immediately took the key.

“Aman.” Mummed Mr. Sam with a relieved smile. His hand held the chest. There were no more things in his pocket. Mr. Sam quickly stepped into the waiter's special dining room.

The servant mother who was in the dining room looking for the figure of Mr. Sam.

“Hmmm where is he why has not appeared also in this dining room.” Mumbled Maid's mother who was still curious about the key case of Alamanda's room.

“Ooo it him.” Mum muttered as she saw the figure of Master Sam's assistant head appear in front of the dining room door. Mr. Sam who felt being stared at by someone gave a glance at the entire contents of the spacious dining room.

Suddenly his eyes clattered with the eyes of the servant mother.

“Hmmm does the old woman already know that one of the keys is missing.” Mummer Mr. Sam in his heart and he stepped closer to the seat of the servant Mother.

“There needs to be what you seem to be looking for me.” Said Mr. Sam near the seat of the servant mother.

“Why just get into this room.” Said the servant's mother without turning towards Mr. Sam who was standing near her.

“Not that's what I used to do. Sometimes it comes earlier and sometimes it is later than others.” Said Mr. Sam and then stepped towards the place of cutlery and also the place of various food menus.

“Hopefully the nurse is fine.” Mumbled Maid who was still worried about the safety of Alamanda who had the same face and posture as Deborah who was not there.

Time passed by and the dinner was an hour gone. Alamanda with Mr and Mrs Ernest had finished his dinner.

“Not only his face and posture are the same as Deborah's. The nurse's appetite is the same as my daughter-in-law's. Who exactly is this woman.” Mistress Ernest muttered on the wheelchair being pushed by Alamanda. Since then, Mrs Ernest has been watching Alamanda at dinner.

“You now just rest Ners. Come to my room early tomorrow morning. I want you to take me to Jalan.” Mistress Ernest said as the wheelchair reached her doorstep. Mr. Ernest who had been behind Alamanda immediately replaced Alamanda in control of Ernest's wheelchair.

“Good Mistress.”

“Goodnight Mr and Mrs Ernest.” Alamanda said calmly as he nodded his head to face Mr and Mrs Ernest.

Alamanda immediately turned his body and stepped towards his room. Arriving at the door of his room Alamanda took the key of the room which was in the pocket of his uniform. Slowly he put the key in.