Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 63.

DEG

Alamanda's heart beat faster, now not because of the presence of Marcel in the apartment room. The words spoken by Mr. Ernestan.

“Ooo so some people in the Ernestan Mansion looked at me strangely. Also Mr and Mrs Ernest asked a lot about my family. I wonder what Mr and Mrs Ernest's daughter-in-law and Mrs look like.” Alamanda murmured in his heart that was still standing.

“Why Mr and Mrs Ernest are so curious about my resemblance to his son-in-law. What he was like, instead of many people in this world who looked similar even though they were not brothers, the brothers alone sometimes did not look like much. Like me with Jasmine.” Alamanda murmured again in the heart.

“Oooh it's Sir, Alamanda already present here can just ask directly what his family is there is a relative relationship with the son-in-law of Mr.” Marcel said when he saw the figure of his future wife was already in the room. Alamanda had taken a bath and looked simple but still beautiful with blues and toadstools and without him knowing the color of the shirt he was in line with the color of Marcel's shirt.

“Sit here Al.” Marcel said as he shifted his butt so that Alamanda would sit beside him on the long sofa. Alamanda stepped up and slowly sat his butt beside Marcel. The fragrance of the perfume worn by Alamanda was less dominant with the scent of masculine perfume worn by Marcel because Marcel did wear very much to meet the liver patch.

“My wife has asked him, but Ners Alamanda and her parents do not know my parents and my son-in-law's grandfather.” Said Mr. Ernest while staring at Alamanda.

“Ooo may just happen to look like Mr.” Said Marcel next, whose hands have now dared to embrace the shoulders of Alamanda.

“Let's go, night hunt.” Marcel said as he looked at Alamanda. Alamanda who actually wanted to ask if there was a photo of Mr. Ernest's son-in-law did not ask Mr. Ernest because Marcel had asked him to leave he did not want to go late at night with a man who had not legitimately being her husband let alone her status is still bound by a work contract with Mrs Ernestan.

“Young man, nurse my wife want you to take her where? You haven't answered my question where did you get the tape?” said Mr. Ernest whose wrinkled face still looked sad.

“Master, we want to shop for your application. About the recording I have a reliable expert. Ernest knew himself. Actually I will bring him here as well but unfortunately not yet able to. Hopefully tomorrow can be Mr.” Said Marcel then stood up while holding the hand of Alamanda to also stand.

“I hope you are patient first in dealing with this case, because the insider. Your own confidant. I am very worried that he already has all the weak points of Mr.” Marcel said next to remind Mr. Ernest not to go first to the Ernestan Mansion. It seemed that Mr. Ernest was listening seriously.

“Master, dinner I have prepared at the dinner table. Sorry if I can't accompany Mr and Mrs to dinner. You will leave it after eating, let me finish later I go home or call the apartment waiter.” Alamanda said as he stood up.

“Alright, young man don't be too late you bring my wife's nurse.” Said Mr. Ernest who was still sitting on the sofa staring at Alamanda then turned to Marcel.

“Any Old Boss.” Marcel said with a smile then stepped up while embracing Alamanda's slender waist.

The two of them immediately exited the apartment door and headed to the elevator which would lead them to the floor where Marcel's car was parked.

“Did you also often walk together with Juragan Darman?” marcel asked as he entered the elevator door. Alamanda just shook his head.

“Do you have other lovers besides Juragan Darman?” ask Marcel again who wants to know a lot about the past of Alamanda which is related to matters of the heart.

“Hmmm sure you guys broke up because you were betrothed to Juragan Darman.” Guess Marcel.

“Did he have another lover or did he kill himself?” marcel asked, but Alamanda smiled.

“Why are you smiling. I asked really.” Marcel said as he stared intently at Alamanda's face. The bead beads of the eyes of two human children who are in love also fight each other. The hearts of the two men beat faster, Marcel's gaze fell on Alamanda's nose and then on Alamanda's beautiful red lips ripe very tempting his heart to kiss him, Marcel also reflexively brought his face closer to Alamanda, Alamanda who was also looking at Marcel's lips that had landed on his smooth cheeks suddenly closed his eyes as Marcel's face approached his face.

And a moment later...

TING

The sound of the elevator alarm shocked the two of them. Alamanda quickly opened his eyes and Marcel pulled his face and now he was standing perfectly upright. The elevator door opened.

“Ehmm.. Hmmm..” Marcel cleared his throat to neutralize his mood. He immediately grabbed onto Alamanda's palm and stepped out leaving her the elevator room. Marcel clasped more tightly onto Alamanda's palm which he felt cold.

“Are you cold hmmm?” marcel asked as he tightened his hand.

“Slight.” Answer the Alamanda.

“Many can also. he... “ said Marcel with a small laugh then he took off his hand and moved to embrace the shoulder of Alamanda and the two continued to step towards the right car parked.

Arriving at the place of Marcel's car immediately opened the door for Alamanda. Alamanda got into the car immediately. Marcel stepped quickly around the front of the car and he immediately opened the car door for himself.

Marcel turned his head and smiled towards Alamanda.

“It's a shame Charlotte can't come.” Marcel said, putting his seatbelt on.

“Ooo yes, there are greetings from Charlotte she is very missed on her future Mama.” Marcel said next and then he started the engine.

“I am also very confused with Miss Charlotte.”, Alamanda said as she looked forward to looking far away, she was not stale but really missed Charlotte.

The car continued to drive away from the apartment location, Marcel drove the car at medium speed because traffic was quite crowded in the afternoon.