Help Me Get Divorced
So nanny

Back to POV Nabila.

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"When, this is a salary for this month, "Mum Mutia handed me the brown envelope I received while saying thank you.

"I am more than last month" he continued.

My eyes are breaking. Exaggerated?

Alhamdulillahot.

I suddenly wondered how much it was. Last month there was a million seven hundred. If added, there could be a million and eight.

Thank God, with this money I can pay the rent and take Adel snack and buy clothes.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Because I am satisfied with your work. Naura is also your henchman. The body is full and clean. I'm so calm Naura's nitipin is with you" continued Miss Mutia. He is in his forties but still looks fresh. Her smile is sweet too.

Ah, apart from having such a sweet fragrance, this Mutia Ma'am is also very good. The first time I worked was paid a million and five hundred. For me, it was pretty big. Moreover, when working with him I can bring Adel. And even more God willing, Adel anteng take care of the baby I foster. Between the contract and the house is only a few houses away. So no need for fees. And also snacks in the refrigerator can Adel eat. How I don't try.

"Buk, manhunt!"

I looked aside and found that Mr. Burhan was near the car. Mr. Burhan is Bu Mutia's husband. He's a police officer, while Bu Mutia herself is a doctor. Obstetrician. I've been working with them for four months. Take care of their babies while doing homework. Without cooking, because in this house there will be no people. They go home when it is late afternoon and eat out more often. My only job is to take care of their children while cleaning up. Nyuci, nyetrika and others.

"Yes, take Naura, yes. Breakfast is in the kitchen, I am not happy. You're bribe, yeah."

"Yes, Buk."

"I left first" said Maura, pinching her child's cheek. His six-month-old son.

Somewhat miraculous indeed and maybe someone will sneer at them. Old age but have a baby. But a baby is a fortune.

After that I close the door, then lock it. I also turned on the TV while putting Naura on the fur carpet. Adel, sitting with a toy.

"Del, take care, yeah. Go to the kitchen first."

Adel nodded, then ajakin Laura played. She was chattering and Laura was giggling.

Seeing this sight breaks my heart. Adel Anteng, but sometimes fussy if remembered the same Bang Darwis. He had a fever a few times because he missed it.

But, I'm not ready to meet Bang Darwis. Also, do not dare to go home because they have not handled a divorce. Although religiously divorced, the state has not. I haven't gotten a divorce certificate. Plan I'll take care of it tomorrow. Mayasa Maura wants to let me take a day off.

With a quick step into the kitchen. But the shock was almost aggravated when he saw a human figure coming out of the bathroom with his chest exposed. There's only a towel on his waist.

It was a shock that I turned my face away. If you remember I've seen his face. If not wrongly named Raka. He's the eldest son of this family who he says is a student. He has his own house near the college. The photo is clearly printed on the wall of the living room.

"Mbak Nabila Naura's nanny?" tanyakanya. Her voice is freeing. So tremble me.

"I'm Raka, Naura's brother," he explained.

I'm still down.

"Mama it's clear that Mbak will be at Laura's guard house. So do your job well. I won't bother you" he said and passed me by. The smell of soap wafted as he passed by.

After he died, I could breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why I bumbling myself. The same way with others feels awkward.

As Raka requested, I kept doing the task as usual. More precisely trying to calm down even though it feels uncomfortable.

When Laura took a break I started to break. Raka was not seen because to the room did not come out again. I'm grateful he did that.

The clock has shown at eleven o'clock in the afternoon and it just so happens that Luara is asleep. Because now there is Raka, I also took the initiative to question him. Maybe I want to eat something for lunch.

Dare to be afraid I approach his room, knocking. "Den Raka, this is me Nabila. Den Raka what's lunch for?" much

Although cooking is not my realm, but somehow not delicious if eating alone is not nawarin. I happen to have fried chicken and made me and Adel eat.

The swinging door opened and revealed his thinly tall body. The body is more or less like Aldi, only the skin is cleaner and saucy. Maybe because he was young.

"What kind of cooking is it?" tanyakanya.

"I cooked fried chicken. But if Den Raka wants to ask for another masakin, I can masakin, really."

"No need. Eat what's there." He passed me and headed for the kitchen. I certainly followed. There was Adel in the kitchen. He eats by himself.

"Open, full," said Adel.

I approached her and cleaned her face. Adel is not able to eat on his own.

"Here, let's clean up first," I took her to the bathroom.

"Later Adel watch it. Bobo's there," I said.

Adel nodded, then ran away.

"When I came out of the bathroom I saw Raka eating. At sit and glance glance glance. I consciously pretended to be busy cleaning the dishes and rice that were scattered

the floor.

"Mbak Nabila."

I spontaneously turned and saw him staring without blinking.

"Yes, why, Den?"

"How long have you been a widow?"