Idol Nanny
It's strange!

Mojokerto.

The Surabaya-Mojokerto executive train has arrived at Mojokerto station after traveling for approximately two hours. All the passengers rushed down because the train was soon to continue its journey. So did Nisa, the hijab girl came out of the carriage three followed by Ardi.

"Well down at Mojokerto too?" nisa asked after seeing Ardi standing by her side.

"You think?" Ardi frowned after hearing the question.

"Nyebelin this is a man!" nisa's in her heart. He threw his face the other way because he was lazy with the man he thought was annoying.

"Okay, then I'll go ahead. See you!" pamit Nisa before stepping foot.

"You don't want to ask me?" asked Ardi to successfully stop the step of the hijab girl.

"Hopefully huh?" asked Nisa cynically. Because he was already upset with the young man who was in front of him.

Nisa turned her back to continue her steps towards the exit. But without realizing it, it turns out Ardi tailed behind him. Nisa was surprised when she accidentally looked back because she heard someone's footsteps.

"Well, what the hell is following me?" asked Nisa with a ketus.

"I'm new here. So, I don't know the direction and destination in this city." Ardi explained with an attitude that still looks cool. Both hands were put in his pants pocket.

Nisa squinted her eyes after hearing the explanation. He watched Ardi from the tip of the hat to the end of the shoe. Then, he approached Ardi to observe the young man up close.

"Why?" asked Ardi because he felt uncomfortable with Nisa's attitude.

"I suspect, lest you're a criminal who escaped from prison huh!" accuse Nisa while pointing at Ardi.

"About!" Ardi linked the end of his brows after hearing Nisa's accusation, "leave me to the nearest hotel in the city," pinta Ardi with a flat facial expression.

"Hey weirdo! The age is modern. You can book an ojek online and ask to transfer to the hotel. Why should I be the one who's asked to give you a try!" nisa protest with ketus.

"That's it! I'm going home. It's night time, it's not good for a girl like me to be hanging around outside the house. Especially, to take the man to the hotel. Duh, no wonder what people look like!" cerocos Nisa before leaving Ardi just like that.

Not staying silent, the twenty-five-year-old man followed Nisa's steps until he reached the station yard. He sees Nisa riding on a motorbike in a light green jacket. So, without thinking long, Ardi also rode a golf cart that was there. His eyes could not be seen from the matic motor that had just come out of the station.

"Follow the bike, sir," Ardi said as he pointed at the motor carrying Nisa.

No one knew the purpose of the young man to follow Nisa until the hijab girl reached her house. Either out of curiosity or because of something else. One thing is certain, the young man continued to observe Nisa until she went down in front of the store Badiah grocery.

"Sir, what is this village called?" asked Ardi to the taxi driver who drove him.

"This is the village of Kedawung Bicak, Mas," replied the taxi driver.

"Can you help me find a boarding place around here?" ask Ardi.

"I don't know, Mom, if it's here. If near the market or many public hospitals, Mas. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes from here" explained the taxi driver.

"Then please take me there," Pinta Ardi while putting her helmet back on.

Ardi is unaware that his existence is known to Nisa. Suddenly the hijab girl had arrived in front of the motorcycle taxi driver. He ruffled his waist with a sour face. It seems that the beautiful girl is upset.

"I'm looking for a contract or a boarding place. I've said before if I'm a newcomer here," explained Ardi casually.

"Why do you have to follow me?" ask Nisa.

"Because you're the only one I know." Ardi was acting ordinary even though he was in someone else's village. Once Nisa screams, Ardi's safety is threatened. He could be considered a rioter in this village.

"There are no contracts here! Just go there, don't follow me!" Nisa deliberately drove Ardi to leave immediately because she felt uncomfortable.

"Let's go, sir," Ardi asked without looking at Nisa. He left without saying goodbye to the girl who was still shaking her waist.

Of course this makes Nisa more upset not to play. He turned around and rushed into his mother's grocery store. The pretty face was still bent because of the annoyance that still filled me.

"Based on a freak!" as Nisa said after sitting on the chair there.

"What's up, Nis? Just came here and pouted that?" ask Badiah while observing the face of his youngest daughter.

"So I met the young man who used to nolong Mas the same Ma'am. He followed me to the front, Mom. As I looked at it, it wasn't clear!" grouse Nisa.

"Why not get in? Poor him, far away from Surabaya but expelled." Instead of defending his daughter, Badiah instead told Ardi to stop by the house.

"Mother, you even bought him! We don't know what he's like, ma'am. If he turns out to be a bad guy how? The guy he's covered up, the home address is kept a secret. I suspect, ma'am, if he's a spy or a mafia dealer of human organs!" nisa said seriously.

"You're watching too many Korean dramas, Nis. Having that thought is set to think positively only, do not be too bad to think of others. Next time don't be like that. Be nice, don't be cranky in front of a man and don't be coquettish either!" badiah said while observing his daughter's face.

Meanwhile, the vehicle that drove Ardi suddenly stopped in front of an empty house with the inscription 'contracted'. The house is in the village next to Nisa's residence. It's on the side of the road and close to the railway crossing.

"Mas, try to call first the number there, who knows the price," said the motorcycle taxi driver after Ardi got off the bike to see the situation in the house.

"Attent, Sir. I check first" replied Ardi before leaving. He walked into the yard without a fence until he reached the terrace of the house.

"It looks like this house suits me" Ardi murmured after seeing the inside of the house through a window on the front.

After observing the condition of the house, Ardi returned to the place where the motorcycle taxi driver was waiting on the shoulder of the road. Ardi had also recorded the number written on the banner to be contacted tomorrow morning.

"Sir, now please take me to the hotel or inn. Then, tomorrow afternoon please take me here again. I ask for your contact so that later I can contact you when I need help," said Ardi while staring at the taxi driver.

...🌹To Be Continued 🌹...

...What do you think, mother? Nisa and Ardi made their own house or made a distraction here?kuy comments, 😎...

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...Hello there is a super cool work recommendation for you. Kuy read author Mommy Ghina's work under the title Sold My Father Bought My Boss. Don't miss yaak😍...

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