Baby S(H)Itters
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"Mia, what child?"

Mia was surprised to find a voice that arrived into her eardrum. Look at the person who just spoke. Mr. Nam looks to take a clean glass.

Maybe I want to get a drink.

"Mr Jurba, Mr. Afi and Ms. Asiha just slept, sir." He saw Mr. Nam who did not give a response. Doubtful Mia said,

"em... I'm sorry sir, can you leave after the child wakes up? At the end of this they always ask where you are."

That way, the children won't be able to accuse him of expelling their father, right?

"I'll do it."

Yes, that's what he told Mia, but in fact. It has been three days since the conversation ended and not once has Mr. Nam met his son while still, or at least awake.

And as usual, Mia again got a paper note attached to the refrigerator door when going to make breakfast. The writing is also the same as copy paste with the already.

'Please deliver the supplies to the office.'

Sangking the song until Mia suspected that the man wrote it with a stamp or worse it was a copy of the photo. Well, is there a supply of this writing other than in the garbage box? in Mr. Nam's room or in his study, maybe.

And more important than all that. What food should Mia provide? And, why isn't a single Tupperware compromised?!

"Huh, I should have been correcting my words back then. I should've told you to take the Tupperware home and not leave after breakfast."

The morning was used by cooking and removing the milk alias mendumal by Mia.

...****...

The clock has shown at seven past thirty when Mia and the children finished preparing to the Office 'D Corp deliver the order of the building owner. Afi and Asiha especially Jurba look so enthusiastic.

"I-I'm just bored at home. I-don't talk nonsense." Said the boy with a reddened face as Mia idly asked the enthusiasm of Jurba who rarely looked excited.

Mia knows the reason. Daddyh. That one word was enough to mean their enthusiasm. There is nothing more fun than meeting the father for those who only have a father as their family.

Maybe if Mia was given a long holiday, she would spend it in a house that has a father and mother rather than on vacation and a place that she really wanted to visit.

More or less, the girl knows the hope of children to have more time together with their father. Including the expulsion plan of every nanny Mr. Nam chose.

Just so that the father spends more time at home than at the office. But they were too afraid to say it. At least that's what Mia knew from Mr. Nam's schedule that was only at home at breakfast and after five in the afternoon.

And now even go dawn home tahajud.

Mia made sure once again that her homemade provisions had been neatly arranged and safely taken away. "Is everything ready?" tanya Mia made sure that was answered simultaneously by the three children.

After making sure everything was safe, Mia started to install the motor she found in the garage. It's been a long time since Mia has driven a two-wheeler like this. Especially until the bell folds like this.

Just pray, hopefully no police will ticket.

...*****...

The multi-storey building with the letter 'D' as its icon is close to the existence of Mia and children. Once the horn, the security guard who had memorized Mia's face immediately opened the gate. Even Mia did not have to wait anymore.

Just look at Mia Sudh can guess that this is not the first time the boy has come here. Those small steps drove confidently ever since treading on the floor. Mia just followed him from behind with Asiha and challenged in her hands.

Unlike Afi who dragged Jurba towards the elevator, Mia walked towards the reception desk. Usually Mia just put it on the table. But because this time the goal came was to bring her employer's child together with the employer so Mia just asked the whereabouts of the person she was looking for.

I got what I wanted, just came to him. Just turned around Mia was confronted by a child.

"I know Papa's room. Brother Jurba knows too."

Mia did not answer but her face already showed a question. After all, Afi did not seem to have finished his words. No need to wait long to hear the voice of the little boy again.

"Sister Jurba leads the way," pointed out Afi proudly.

"Well, you who are arrogant why am I leading the way? Not want!" Reject the owner of the name without a stale base.

"At that time, I was a kid. Now I've forgotten, a little."

And if this is what world war means. There will be other replies that will cause problems if not stopped.

"So he said he knew!'

"Know the room isn't the way!"

"Just the same. That means you're lying!"

"I'm not.." Not done yet Afi issued his rebuttal again, Mia's voice first overtook his voice.

"Of course, let me lead the way. I asked where Papa's room was."

So both of them calm down. Oh, errata. Only Jurba was calm because Afi still remained voiceless.

"Relatedly? What if it's wrong?"

"There's Mr. Afi who knows everything." The sarcasm wrapped in Mia's tenderness gave. Not forgetting her adherent sweet smile made Afi as if praised.

And the boy was excited, of course. He is still a child who can be fooled. Unlike Jurba who realized Mia's sidiran. He just snorted a laugh and stepped behind Mia.

It's not hard to find Mr. Nam's room. Unlike the other leaders where they prefer the office on the top floor, Mr. Nam prefers his office in the middle.

It didn't take long to reach the room that read 'director's room'. Apart from not being too far from the lower floor, the space was also close to the elevator. As soon as the room came out, it was visible.

Without knocking Afi who was basically full of enthusiasm and easily excited immediately opened the door that he believed belonged to the father. But the boy did not go in.

Mia stood behind the boy. From her standing position Mia could clearly hear what Mr. Nam was talking about with someone who was also in the room.

"When can I go to my parents' house?"

"About three days from now Sir."

So, her employer did deliberately spend almost all of her time in the office for this? Yeah, at least that's what Mia caught.