Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 81.

“Okey okay. later on when passing through the quiet road I can release one two bullets.” Mummer Mr. Sam with a slanted smile, only one corner of his lips was raised.

“Ha... Ha... Ha... or I overtake from the left I pepet when the current from the front is crowded.” said Mr. Sam while laughing because the car had indeed entered the two-way lane.

Meanwhile, Bang Bule Vincent's car continues to drive to the location of Alamanda's house. Mrs Ernest and Alamanda have been telling me about Charlotte. Bang Bule Vincent listened while focusing on driving his car, but his detective soul had sensed that there was one car trailing his car.

“There is one car following us, but Mr. Madam and Ners Alamanda take it easy. Do you know the car behind us that.” Bang Bule Vincent said as he continued to focus on the steering of his car.

Mr. Ernestan then looked at the rearview mirror to observe the car behind.

“Seems not.” Mumbled Lord Ernest with a face expression that looked thoughtfully recalling. He did not recognize the car driven by Mr. Sam, because Mr. Sam uses a car that he does not usually use.

Alamanda who was curious was heartily and slowly turned back to see the car spelled out by Bang Bule Vincent trailing. And Alamanda's heart beat harder when he found out the figure in the car.

“Mr Sam, that's Mr. Sam...” Alamanda said in a voice trembling with fear.

“True him Mr. Sam.” Say Alamanda again. The expressions on Mr and Mrs Ernest's faces were very panicked.

“Okey. Quiet all, make sure the seat belt is installed well.” Said Bang Bule Vincent then he increased the speed of his car.

“The guy is still looking for Ners Alamanda. If he's still following us, I have to outwit him. If he knew Ners Alamanda's house it would be dangerous for Ners Alamanda's family.” Said Bang Bule Vincent next while continuing to drive his car very fast like flying. Mr and Mrs Ernest were no longer able to say a word. The two elderly people could only close their eyes and rest their backs and heads on the back of the seat, while praying....

Meanwhile, Mr. Sam, cursed out because he could not catch the pace of the car carried by Bang Bule Vincent. The expertise of Bang Bule Vincent in driving a car plus a car engine that has been modified in such a way as to support his work, making Mr. Sam really give up rather than being arrested by the traffic police or he himself suffered harm.

“Sial! where are they going? They know I'm after. The nurse recognized me. Who the hell is the guy who took the car. Is he still Mr and Mrs Ernest's family.. What families abroad come home... Do Mr and Mrs Ernest want to be taken out of the country.” Mumbled Mr. Sam

“Hmmm then I'd better go to Ernest's Mansion. Let me find their important letter. And I should've stood by at the Mansion before they reached Mansion.” Said Mr. Sam as he drove his car that had lost track of Bang Bule Vincent's car.

Time passed and Marcel's car arrived at the Hanson Mansion. The three of them immediately entered the Mansion.

“Mama... “ cried Marcel when he saw his mother lying on the long sofa of the family room.

“Oma.. let's get ready to propose to Mama Alamanda. “ shouted Charlotte in Marcel's arms. Marcel continued to step closer to the Mother who was still lying with her eyes closed.

“Ma..” said Marcel when he was near Mrs Hanson.

“Ma, this is for Charlotte..” said Marcel who was sitting on the sofa holding Charlotte. Marcel then explained if the cancer cells in Charlotte's body appeared again and Bang Bule Vincent who managed the lightning marriage, which is important religiously and stateally valid for the reception could be later. The main thing is that right now Charlotte's heart is happy.

“Charlotte my granddaughter..” said Mrs Hanson who had sat down and hugged Charlotte's tiny body, kissed by Charlotte's face, Mrs Hanson is now unwilling to lose Charlotte, her only granddaughter, from the womb of a prominent family daughter-in-law.

“Ayo Oma we are ready..” said Charlotte with a happy smile, Charlotte is looking forward to going to Alamanda's house.

“We eat first Darling.. Papa is very hungry.” said Marcel as he rubbed the top of Charlotte's head.

Seconds change seconds, minutes change minutes, hours change hours. The sun has been leaning west, the light has begun to dim no longer stinging.

Marcel has appeared in full white trousers and suits are also white. Marcel gallantly came out of the room because Charlotte was already screaming yelling at him to get out and leave for Alamanda's house.

“Ayo Papa fast...” shouted Charlotte who already looks beautiful in a soft lace-laden white dress. Her hair was decorated with beautiful bando in line with her dress, beautiful white pantofel shoes were attached to her tiny feet accompanied by lacy white socks as well.

“Come..” said Marcel who had opened the room door in his hand carrying a jewelry box for Alamanda.

Mrs Hanson was ready to wear the best quality brocade kebaya shirt with mocca color. It looked beautiful and elegant despite middle age. Do not forget the handbag and high heel sandals that are a set with his clothes.

Marcel and Charlotte descend the steps with heart-flowering flowers. The nanny also walked behind him by not wearing a uniform but wearing a batik shirt.

For a moment Marcel's eyes saw the sandals that were worn by the Mama.

“Ma.. sandals used Mama just replace, which is not too high so, later use walk Ma..” said Marcel when remembering to go to the house Alamanda must walk in the alley.

“Ya can't this is already a set. Mama has been used to walk using high heel.” Said Mrs Hanson then stepped into the main door of the Mansion.

“ Anyway I've reminded Mama.” Marcel said as his other hand held Charlotte's hand.

“Cel you've told Patricia's parents yet?” mrs Hanson asked as she continued to step in front of Marcel.

“Already Ma, but to Papa Wijaya, if to Mama Wijaya will definitely be very long to explain.” Answer Marcel who has indeed informed the event of his lightning marriage with Alamanda including the reason they married lightning. He should respect Patricia's parents.