Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 62.

Meanwhile in the apartment. Alamanda was busy in the kitchen. He'll make dinner for Mr and Mrs Ernest.

“Why since seeing Mr and Mrs Ernest there is a different feeling in my heart huh. pity or affection.. “ muttered Alamanda in heart. She does have a high sense of love for others whether it is because of her profession as a nurse either because of the upbringing of the Irawan family since childhood or whether it is indeed Innate Alamanda since birth.

“But the taste is different from other people. Is it because Mr and Mrs Ernest noticed me from the beginning yes.” muttered Alamanda who was still busy preparing food ingredients to be cooked.

“Or because I was curious about them and the mysteries within the Ernest.” Mansion Mumbled Alamanda again

“May Mr. Marcel be able to help the old man, pity them. Hopefully the mystery will soon be revealed and if there is still a family of Mr and Mrs Ernest hopefully soon found.” Alamanda's sincere prayer in heart.

But Alamanda smiled and chuckled himself and his hands were still busy executing groceries.

“Kok Mr. Marcel anyway, Brother Marcel he... he.. “ said Alamanda in the heart while chuckling and his small laughter spontaneously came out of his mouth. Making Lord Ernest who was walking to fetch mineral water heard Alamanda's small laughter. Mr. Ernest then stepped to look at the kitchen not far from where the mineral water was located.

“Is there anything funny or does anything make your heart happy Ners Alamanda?” lord Ernest's voice shocked Alamanda who was facing the wall. Alamanda immediately looked over.

“Ooo sorry Sir if my laughter sounds disturbing. I'm just reminded of Miss Charlotte's sometimes funny behavior.” Alamanda said he remembered the words and behavior of Marcel who no longer wanted to be called Master, he wanted to be called Dear.

“Remember the little Miss what the Papa is..” said Mr. Ernest who already knew if there was a relationship between Alamanda and Marcel. Alamanda was immediately blushed in shame, both smooth white cheeks were immediately a pink tinge. Mr. Ernest smiled with understanding and wisdom.

“Ya has continued the cooking, people fall in love with the cuisine will be more delicious.. I was also once young Miss..” said Mr. Ernest with a smile and then he stepped away. He deliberately said Miss to point out if Alamanda was young and she was old already a lot of experience.

And a few minutes later there was the sound of a bell on the door of the apartment. Alamanda who just finished cooking directly led to the door of the apartment, he thought the apartment waiter who came to deliver the needs of the three of them. Alamanda immediately opened the apartment door, when the apartment door opened how shocked Alamanda because in front of him stood the figure of Marcel who looked handsome fresh cool and fragrant as masculine perfume. Marcel did spray a lot of perfume all over his body. And now it was Alamanda's turn to not be confident, Alamanda who just finished cooking was still sticky because of sweat due to the heat of the fire in the kitchen or steam from the cooking, he said, maybe also the tip of his finger is still there is the smell of kitchen spices that sting even though he has washed his hands.

“Master...” muttered Alamanda spontaneously and forgot if he was already forbidden to call Master.

“Why still call Mr. hmmm ..” said Marcel as he stepped up and closed the apartment door, he immediately brought his face closer to Alamanda's face, and...

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Marcel's lips landed on one of Alamanda's smooth cheeks. Alamanda was shocked and insecure as he was still sweating and then rewinded his head.

“But shower..” mumbled Alamanda.

“Only.” Marcel said with a smile and...

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Marcel kissed Alamanda's cheek again. Then Marcel also embraced Alamanda who was still standing pecking to be invited to step into the living room of the apartment.

“Still in his room.” Answer Alamanda who is still embarrassed because he has not taken a bath has been kissed and embraced by Marcel's body that has been perfumed to the maximum.

“Try to call him, and after you take a shower. We'll be out for a while.” Marcel said, then he sat his ass.

“Good Brother.” Alamanda said quietly and Marcel was smiling happy to get the first Kak call from Alamanda's mouth.

Not long after, Mr. Ernest appeared in front of Marcel.

“What's the Young Man, you come here no business with me or with your future wife?” asked Mr. Ernest and he immediately sat on the sofa not far from Marcel's seat.

“Two Mr. Ernest.” Marcel said in a serious tone then he grabbed the phone from his shirt pocket. He no longer wears a suit, to make it look more relaxed. The shirt he was wearing was a short-sleeved shirt.

For a moment Mr. Ernest frowned not because Marcel took the phone but his nose smelled an incredible scent. Then Mr. Ernest smiled and leaned his body towards Marcel.

“How many bottles of perfume did you wear this afternoon?” asked Master Ernest in a whispering voice with a smile.

“One bottle is not up.” Marcel said in a flat tone while his hands were busy wiping his phone screen swipe.

“Hmmm ..” muttered Mr. Ernest with a smile he understood the behavior of Marcel and Alamanda who were in love.

And it wasn't long before Marcel opened the recording of the speaker sent from Charlotte. Marcel put his phone on the table, which could be heard by Mr. Ernest and himself. Mr. Ernest who heard the recording of the conversation of the person he knew was listening seriously.

“Because, he's Sam and the guy I asked to find information about the Ners Alamanda.” family Mr. Ernest's voice when the voice recording was over.

“What does Mr Ernest tell people to find information about the Alamanda family?” marcel asked while taking his phone on the table.

“Where can you record their conversations?” asked Mr. Ernest to ask.

“I have contacted your friend's phone number but still not active.” Said Mr. Ernest next.

“Master answer first why Master told people to find information about the family of Alamanda my future wife.” Marcel said in a serious tone while looking intently at the wrinkled face of Mr. Ernest who looked still tense because he heard the voice recordings of his confidants.

“Because the nurse was so similar to my dead son-in-law. My wife and I were wondering if she still had any relatives with my daughter-in-law.” Mr. Ernest said seriously, but there was a sad tone to remember his son-in-law and his dead son.

And by the time Mr. Ernest said that, Alamanda was already in that room. Alamanda looked at Mr. Ernest.