I'm Just a Babysitter
Chapters. 90

After a serious chat with his aunt, Andre returned to his room. Either this was a misfortune or an advantage for her so that she returned near her cousin who had a special place in her heart. Though all this time he will learn to bury his feelings that are impossible to continue.

Not wanting to drag on with his thoughts, Andre decided to go back out to just unwind on the day off. At that moment he heard the sound of Khanza complaining and it happened in the kitchen.

Half-running, Andre approached Khanza who was cooking in the kitchen. Soon he grabbed Khanza's hand and turned on the sink faucet and pointed Khanza's finger sliced off the knife.

Mom and Dad were shocked to hear his daughter scream behind him. Not until they saw the state of Khanza, from the direction of the room, Andre was seen walking quickly to Khanza so they did not see Khanza because they thought Andre had represented.

"Everything if the work is focused," Andre said still cleaning Khanza's fingers that are sliced because the blood is still flowing but not as much as the initial time.

"Apaan sih ka," replied Khanza because he did not accept being said to be unfocused when cooking.

"Loh emang really. No way if you do not dream but you can slice his finger. Brother take plaster with Batadin* first." Andre then went to the middle room that doubles the family room where the p3k box hangs.

Ratna's mother and husband lyrics each other as if they were communicating through the gaze without having to speak assessing the readiness of Andre to see and help his daughter who was unseen even know if Khanza was sliced by a knife while cooking.

"There's Ndre plaster with Betadin?"ask Mom for pleasantries to see the appearance of Andre that she knows will take the drug.

"There's Tan, "Andre answered while holding two objects that were his tantalizing questions.

Just as Andre was about to drip the wound medicine, Khanza immediately snatched it away saying, "Khanza aja ka the medicine. Thanks for being taken."

"Ribet deck. Oh, my brother."

The two seemed to struggle until Khanza finally relented because it turned out he was quite difficult after Betad*n attached to his wound to install plaster.

"Silver is also what, it's hard. Recalcitrant if told, "anxious Andre then wrapped around the plaster in the day of the injured Khanza.

"Well," said Andre again after plaster installed perfectly in Khanza's day. He then saw what Khanza was doing. What's the cooking deck?"

"Aren't you helping yak?" Andre offered to help. He also took the initiative to cut his kale. Is this how the cut-off deck looks?"

Khanza stopped briefly slicing the seasoning and looked at Andre who had chopped kale. "The extension is brother."

"Oh ok."

Khanza continued to cook with the help of Andre but more bothered because often dijahili Andre.

"Ndre rather than gribetin, mending coffee with uncle aja yuk in front," Fahri asked Khanza's father who could not bear to hear the whining of his daughter who always bullied Andre.

"I, my uncle," replied Andre was not happy because his feed turned out to realize his misfortune to Khanza.

"Khanza makein Daddy black coffee thing 1, don't be too sweet. You Ndre?"

"Bittery coffee Well," Samber Khanza answered his father's question before Andre opened his mouth. The roll is not enough" Khanza said again cutting his eyes on Andre knowing he would protest his talk.

"Seriously the sugar deck is running out?"andre asked in disbelief at Khanza's remarks and walked up to him as Khanza began concocting coffee into a glass.

Soon Khanza kept away the sugar jar he was just about to open.

"Make your brother do not need to deck, than black coffee, not delicious, bitter."

"And there's Khanza. Drink it while looking at Khanza aja," Khanza said with a smile dikulum, complacent to prank his om.

Yes deck, you're sweet. Until Brother melts this.