I'm Just a Babysitter
Chapters. 89

The early warm sunlight is now starting to feel hot touching Khanza's delicate skin because the window of his room was deliberately opened earlier. Khanza pondered the events that made him reluctant to show his face to everyone at home.

"I'm tomorrow how? "murmurmurm.

Lama Khanza pondered, until the knock on the door of his room woke him up.

Not until Khanza got up from his seat and opened the door, the mother went inside.

"Why are you still in the room, son? Don't you want to help Mom, um?" Lost all the anger of a mother to her child. Because actually his anger one only a moment and then return to his affection for the. That's how Ratna felt. He acted this way because there was a special purpose and also for the good of his son later.

"Maafin Khanza," he said hugged the body and mother with the position she was still sitting on her study bench.

"Mother sorry dear," said Mother Ratna returning the embrace of the child while gently rubbing her back. I want to cook, will you help me?"

Khanza nodded behind the mother's chest.

"No, it's his embrace."

Khanza broke her arms and then looked up at her mother's shady face, and then she smiled.

"Work will be in the afternoon" said Mother and this time away from the child. Khanzapun got up from his seat and followed his mother out of the room.

When Ratna's mother came out of Khanza's room, she saw her husband and water in a glass.

"Dad finished his washing?"ask her mother and sit next to her husband.

"Already, Dad was just watching Byan just earlier ma'am aside. Clean do not wash him and the results are quite good children.

"Now you're done with this, what else?"ask Ratna.

"You want to polish your Dad's work boots next to all the nemenin Abiyan nyuci. Khanza, what are you doing, son?"ask Khanza who left his parents at the dinner table.

"Is this kale going to situmis buk?"tanya Khanza who has been used in the kitchen because it often helps mothers cook so that some have memorized kitchen spices and can cook simple menus.

"Son, son," answered the mother who did not need to shout because of the distance of the kitchen and dining table close together.

While Khanza was chopping up kale and peeling onions, Mom and Dad sat down at the table eating, continuing a conversation that seemed important but not confidential.

"Where did you talk to Andre?"ask Dad.

"It's Dad."

"Then what does he think?

"You Daddy. He didn't mind at all if he kept delivering it every day."

"Thank God he doesn't mind. So I'm focused on delivering Abyan."

"Yes Dad. He even offered to take her by the invitation. But Mom said no.

"That's mom. I'll be home from work at what time I can pick him up. The child is so serious about anther until he wants to pick up jg.

Ms. Ratna and her husband did not name the person who would deliver whom, which is what Khanza had in mind who could hear the talk of her parents,until Khanza stopped slicing onions but he still could not go where the two talked.

"What are they talking about?"muttered Khanza who at that time his hand back sliced the onion but accidentally the knife sliced his finger.

"God,,,!

"Khanza,, you know,,,