Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 87.

Marcel slowly stepped into the bathroom. There is no sound of water splashing either from the shower or other water faucets.

“Hmm did he fall asleep in the bath up..” Marcel muttered as he continued to step towards the place of the bath up which was blocked by the ornamental wall inside the bathroom.

Marcel's slow steps were not heard by Alamanda who was speeding up his scrub rubbing on his butt.

“Let's be smoother and cleaner, like his late wife used to be very clear sparkling...” muttered Alamanda while continuing to rub her slanted rub against the wall not seeing if Marcel was already standing not far from himself.

Meanwhile, Marcel who saw Alamanda was plain and was rubbing a smooth white buttock rub and the fragrant aroma of spice scrubs smelled on his nose, making his passion rise. Spontaneously she swallowed her own saliva. His bird who has retired early aka fasting term from Bang Bule Vincent, suddenly stood up thrashing longing for a warm nest.

“Can I help rub rub.” Marcel said in a raucous voice.

“Hah? Brother Marcel!” said Alamanda who was shocked while spontaneously turning to Marcel and stop rubbing his butt. Alamanda immediately pulled the wide towel that was near the bath and immediately covered his body with the wide towel.

“Why should it be covered, I can already see everything in your body. You are already my legitimate right.” Marcel said as he continued to approach towards the bath up. Her trousers felt increasingly crowded because her birds who retired early asked to be activated again.

“Kak Marcel to the outside first for a while. I rinse the scrub first.” Said Alamanda who was still covering her innocent body with a wide towel. His cheeks were red from embarrassment and fear of becoming one.

Marcel continued to approach and kissed the top of Alamanda's head and went down and kissed Alamanda's smooth cheeks, marcel's hand rubbed the smooth back of Alamanda and still felt there was the rest of the scrub there.

Alamanda just resigned and enjoyed Marcel's kiss that he always missed. Alamanda's hand that was holding tightly to a wide towel has now sagged the handle.

By the time Marcel would kiss Alamanda's lips and Alamanda's eyes were closed.

“Pa...” Charlotte's loud noise outside the bathroom. Marcel kept his head away from Alamanda's face and straightened up. Meanwhile, Alamanda immediately opened his eyes and tightened again holding his towel.

“Quickly you rinse your body, and continue later.” Marcel said with a smile and random scramble the top of Alamanda's head, then turned his body around.

“Sabar yes...” said Marcel while stroking the bird that asked to be activated after early retirement.

Marcel continued to step towards the bathroom door and immediately exited the bathroom. Charlotte was standing in front of the bathroom door.

“Mama not finished Pa?” ask Charlotte

“Not yet, water died. And Papa betulin first.” Said Marcel lying while holding Charlotte's hand and Charlotte looked up at the Papa while frowning his forehead.

The two of them continued to step onto the bed.

“I won't go Pa.” Said Charlotte who felt she was not leaving the room.

“Hmm but you got out of bed.” Said Marcel while laying his body on the bed anyway, so that his body relaxes again.

“Pa, Oma Mama just called me.” Said Charlotte while looking at the Papa.

“Oma Wijaya?” marcel asked in a slightly raised voice and Charlotte nodded steadily.

“Say what Oma?” ask Marcel.

“You talk to Papa. He said calling Papa's phone couldn't. I said Papa's phone was off.” Charlotte.

“Charlotte don't want to yes if invited by Oma Mama again. No Papa forbids you from connecting with the Wijaya family. But you are still sick, you must be supervised by someone who understands your health. If later you are big and you can take care of your own health, you are free to choose ..” said Marcel while hugging the tiny body of Charlotte.

“Iya Pa, Charlotte wants her same Papa and Mama Alamanda.” Charlotte hugged Papa Marcel's body.

A moment Charlotte's tablet rang. And the father broke each other's arms. Marcel quickly retrieved Charlotte's tablet and right Lady Wijaya made a video call.

“Ma..” said Marcel when he shifted the green button.

“Cel, Papa says you're going to marry that nurse. Why not invite us. You are afraid yes.” The voice of Madam Wijaya with ketus.

“Sorry Ma, this is due to Charlotte's request.. Charlotte's cancer cells appear again Ma..”

“Halah, reason.” says Mrs Wijaya

“True Ma, later I send the results of Charlotte's blood test lab and the description of the Doctor as well as the Alamanda agreement letter. The wedding reception followed Ma. Reception will be held when Charlotte is healthy right.” Marcel said at length.

“So you're married to that nurse?” asked Madam Wijaya in a high tone.

“Iya Ma.” Marcel replied and the video call connection was immediately cut off by Mrs Wijaya.

“Hmmm hopefully no more fuss over custody of Charlotte.” Marcel muttered while putting Charlotte's tablet.

And a moment later Marcel and Charlotte's noses smelled a fragrant scent of fragrant wine. The two people turned their heads towards the source of the fragrant fragrance.