Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 91.

“Mr Sam, what will he do to the room of Mr and Mrs.” The owner of the pair of eyes muttered in his heart.

“I asked you directly if I just observe from here.” The owner of the pair of eyes muttered again.

“Hmmm I just saw from here.” He muttered again as he kept watching Mr. Sam's movements standing in front of the door of Mrs and Mr. Ernest's room. An existence that was several meters away and blocked by the wall of a room was not visible to Mr. Sam who was busy trying to open the door of Mr. Ernest's room.

Moments later, a pair of eyes that were lurking motion of Mr. Sam suddenly glared at seeing Mr. Sam take out a small screwdriver from the pocket of his trousers and just to pry the door of the room.

“This can not be left, it seems that the point is not good!” muttered the owner of the pair of eyes then he stepped swiftly towards where Master Sam was standing.

A TAP! A TAP! A TAP!

The owner of one pair of eyes stepped quickly until the sound of his steps was heard by Mr. Sam. And Mr. Sam looked over..

“Master, what are you doing tonight like this?” the voice of the owner of that pair of eyes that was none other than the senior servant mother, with a loud voice.

“Hmm what care you? And why are you here at night, not sleeping?” mr. Sam asked back.

“Saaaya .... Sa I... .. check the situation only because Mr and Madam are not in this Mansion.” The voice of the servant's mother was stammered with bricks because it was unexpected if Mr. Sam even asked back. In fact, he could not sleep because of uncomfortable feelings since the key case of Alamanda's room and the departure of Mr and Mrs Ernest as well as Alamanda arrived.

“I was told by Mr. Ernest to get them a change of clothes. I tried the key can't then I'll dig the door.” Said Mr. Sam lying.

“Tonight I also have to take Mr and Mrs Ernest's change of clothes to the hospital.” Said Mr. Sam lying again.

“Master if you only want a change of clothes for them, in the laundry room there are many of their clothes that have been ironed neatly and I have not brought to their room because the room is locked. Come with me to the laundry room.” Said the senior servant mother while looking intently at Mr. Sam's face. Then he turned his body about to step towards the laundry room.

“Sial.” Mummed Mr. Sam inwardly, and inevitably he followed the senior servant mother to go to the laundry room.

“Whatever I have to tell Mr. Ernestan, it is true that he told Mr. Sam to take a change of clothes.” The senior servant mother muttered inwardly as she stepped towards the laundry room. While Mr. Sam stepped behind him while thinking.

“Hmmm later I try again.” Mumbled Mr. Sam inwardly.

While it was somewhere else in the five-star hotel precisely in the bridal room. Alamanda and Marcel are still soaking in warm water plus therapeutic aroma essential oils in the bath up.

Marcel stroked the wife's face.

“What a shame did that hurt? Sorry yes..” said Marcel because earlier saw Alamanda grimace a little like holding back pain, but Alamanda just remained silent not whimpering or screaming in pain like Patricia used to do.

“A little..” replied Alamanda while blushing shyly, because she had been told by the Mother that she would feel pain for the first time and the message from the Mother that she would serve her husband well then she just endured the pain.

“What's so much good?” marcel asked with a seductive smile and Alamanda blushed even more because what Marcel said was true. Marcel was anxious to see Alamanda blushing. Then he again kissed the face of the wife, Alamanda was even more courageous to give a reply kiss to the husband. Marcel's lips that had become his candlestick were soon devoured and Marcel was very fond of it.

“We again yes Darling... “ whispered Marcel while wiping Alamanda's head hair after they were satisfied kissing. Marcel's bird has started thrashing again asking to be activated. Alamanda nodded his head. Marcel immediately kissed and his hands with activity on the body part of Alamanda that he really liked.

“Sadly if it hurts say yes.don't be detained let me reduce his movement.” Whisper Marcel with a raucous voice.

“Fast start...” Alamanda's softest voice with eyes closed as it enjoys every move and touch from Marcel. Marcel smiled and accelerated his movements on the part of the body of Alamanda he liked.