Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 54.

“Cannot. Now you also have to sleep. Where is your tablet. Oma sita starts tonight. This is because you are too spoiled by your Papa, left to play games until late since childhood. The important thing is that you shut up.” Said Mrs Wijaya while trying to seize Charlotte's tablet.

“Oma I don't play games I'm having important business.” Shouted Charlotte while protecting her tablet hugged the tablet so tightly that Sang Oma could not snatch her beloved tablet what else was the process of retrieving the data that was almost complete.

“Charlotte dear what is important for you besides rest so that tomorrow can get up early and leave for school from here.” Mrs Wijaya said a little softened. She did not want Charlotte to hate herself so did not want to live in the Wijaya Mansion.

“Okey Oma, please two minutes more..” said Charlotte who is still holding her tablet.

“Okey two minutes from now.” Said Mrs Wijaya while staring at the wall clock. He was still standing by Charlotte's bedside to wait properly right after two minutes of Charlotte's rest and actually sleeping.

And after two minutes....

“Charlotte has two minutes turn off the tablet and sleep.” Said Mrs Wijaya next. Charlotte also would not want to turn off the tablet even though she was very eager to read the data data of the phone number of the man who was Mr. Ernest's man.

“Oma Already. Please do not confiscate my tablet, please Oma out of my room first I will sleep.” Said Charlotte while looking at Madame Wijaya her tiny hand still holding her tablet.

“Hmmm pinter also you, Oma will check again later if you have not slept will directly Oma sita..” said Mrs Wijaya then kissed Charlotte's forehead and cheeks. Lady Wijaya immediately stepped out of Charlotte's room.

“Hmmm Marcel's way of letting Charlotte play the tablet late into the night could be for my reasons for asking for Charlotte's custody... How to educate a child is not good.” muttered Mrs Wijaya in heart while continuing to step out of Charlotte's room.

Elsewhere the car that Marcel was riding in had entered the courtyard of the Hanson Mansion. The car stopped at the front door of the Mansion. Marcel whose heart was blooming with flowers as he could kiss Alamanda's cheek straight down from the car and stepped inside the Mansion.

“I call Bang Bule Vincent tomorrow only.” Marcel muttered inwardly who was about to step up the stairs. But he abandoned his intentions. Marcel then stepped into the Mother's room.

Marcel opened the door slowly and quietly in the room The nurse was still sitting beside Mrs Hanson's bed.

Marcel walked slowly.

“Cel, you just came home?” ask Mrs Hanson who can't sleep.

“Mama has not slept.” said Marcel as he continued to step onto Mrs Hanson's bed, then she sat on the edge of Mrs Hanson's bed.

“Can't sleep, you said go only briefly but it turns out very long.” Said Mrs Hanson while looking at Marcel's face.

“How do you feel so happy where are you from?” Mrs Hanson asked next as she watched Marcel's smiling face look very happy. Marcel's face like that had not been seen for a long time by Mrs Hanson.

“You are out of where Cel, beware yes do not go to night club.” Said Mrs Hanson who was worried that Marcel was looking for a moment's entertainment.

“But there must be something you hide from Mama. If only business work will not you be this happy.” Said Mrs Hanson who was still observing Marcel's face.

“Iya Ma, Alamanda will work there.” Marcel said with a smile.

“Hmmm my son is really in love with that nurse. Marcel's face is now exactly what it was when he fell in love with Patricia.” Mrs Hanson murmured inwardly.

“Ma..” said Marcel later.

“Hmmmm.” Mumbled Mrs Hanson.

“I'll be picking up Charlotte tomorrow afternoon. I'm afraid Mama Wijaya really took custody of Charlotte.” Marcel said slowly Marcel's facial expression suddenly changed when he remembered the custody of his son.

“Iya Cel, quickly grab Charlotte. Sorry Mama, sorry about the mistake Mama made. And hopefully Mrs Wijaya really will forgive me without asking for custody change Charlotte. “ said Mrs Hanson in a regretful tone.

“Iya Ma, the important Mama fast healthy. And please lamar Alamanda as soon as possible. I think having Alamanda here would make Charlotte choose to stay here. Charlotte loves Alamanda and vice versa.” Marcel said as he looked at Mrs Hanson's face as Mrs Hanson thought.

“Okey, well I'll wave the nurse to you, when Doctor Willy says I'm healthy. To keep Charlotte here.” Mrs Hanson said softly and it made Marcel's heart happy again.

“Well Mama now rest to be healthy quickly and immediately apply Alamanda.” Marcel said, then kissed Mama's cheek.

The nurse in Mrs Hanson's room overheard the conversation between the mother and child.

“Hmmm lucky her Alamanda, poor nurse can young and rich cool widower. I lose fast if I used to work here first I can take the heart of Mr. Marcel.” The nurse muttered as she looked at Marcel's back who was walking towards the door of Mrs Hanson's room and kept passing.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the apartment. Alamanda was already bedridden but could not sleep. Alamanda's mind ran away for a moment thinking about the threat to him.

“Who actually did evil to me. But why did Mr and Mrs Ernest also leave the Mansion. Mr. Ernest was terrified. What mystery in the Ernestan Mansion. “ muttered Alamanda in the heart. Just now that he was thinking about the Hanson Mansion, now his mind had already run to move to Marcel.

“Mr Marcel was very good to Mr and Mrs Ernest. “ muttered Alamanda in heart and arrived Alamanda's hand rubbed his smooth cheek that had been kissed by Marcel. Marcel's warm lips still stuck to his cheeks.

“Mr Marcel, does she really love me. Is it just for the sake of Miss Charlotte.” muttered Alamanda still rubbed her cheek.

“Hmmm gini yes it feels kissed male lips it still feels just sticking Mr. Marcel's lips on my cheek..” muttered Alamanda who now smiles alone.

“Luck is not Juragan Darman's lips. Amit amit dech. Miss Charlotte is really smart. “ murmured Alamanda again whose mind now moved on Charlotte.