Idol Nanny
Help Me!

The task of accompanying Fina in Surabaya was finally completed. After being in Surabaya for one week, Nisa finally had to return to Mojokerto. He went to college and there were many things waiting for him. A bitter memory of Aris has been left by Nisa in the city. He came home with a handful of disappointments due to deceitful hearts.

"As if nothing is lacking," Nisa muttered after sitting on a train bench. He looked out the window with a hollow feeling.

Shortly after, the Surabaya-Mojokerto executive train finally departed from the station. Nisa observes the circumstances around because she wishes someone had appeared there. However, after a long wait, the expected figure is not visible even if only the trunk of his nose.

"Enough, Nis. Don't expect too much!" nisa murmured in her heart, "you don't need to expect the presence of that strange man!" Nisa breathed a heavy sigh.

The hijab girl felt lonely on the way to her hometown. He could not sleep because he was still worried after the events in the past even though he was currently sitting with a woman.

After a long journey of about an hour and a half, the executive train finally stopped at Mojokerto station. Before exiting the carriage, Nisa again observed the circumstances surrounding her. But he did not find someone who often appeared impromptu there.

Breathing sounds there. The hijab girl walked out of the train. He seemed to lose his spirit in himself because he had not seen the ugliness of someone for a long time.

"Why the hell! Why do I have to feel all this!" Nisa muttered as she lowered her head at the station mast, "everything feels confusing!" he said after holding his head up.

After a long time pensive there, Nisa finally continued her steps. He walked the station exit. His online ojek order was waiting in front of the exit gate of the station.

"The appropriate address is reserved, sir," said Nisa after sitting on the motorcycle seat.

While on the way to where she was born, Nisa was pensive while staring at the crowd of the city. There is a lost sense of self, but not knowing which parts are missing. He felt empty because of everything he had experienced.

"Thank you, sir," Nisa said as she got off the bike in front of her house. Do not forget he gave the payment money to the online taxi driver.

Nisa walked straight towards the closed house, considering that this time has entered the dzuhur time. Bradiah must have gone to the mosque. The hijab-wearing girl entered the house and swung a step towards her room.

"Well!" Nisa heaved a heavy sigh as she threw herself on the soft bed. He stared at the ceiling of the room with all the thoughts lodged in his head.

"Actually why am I? Sad not clear the case, want to cry but do not know what to cry." Nisa muttered softly without changing her gaze from the white ceiling.

The beautiful girl moved out of her place when she remembered about the box from Ardi a few months ago. Nisa immediately opens her door to find Ardi's black box.

"It's been over three months, hasn't it?" muttered Nisa while staring at the box, "meaning this box can be opened. I wonder what it is." Nisa flipped through the box.

However, he was still hesitant to open the box. In the end Nisa returned the box to the cupboard. He searches for his phone and wants to contact Ardi just to find out how the mysterious man is.

"Try me a phone," muttered Nisa after finding the contact of the cool young man.

The call was connected, but there was no answer until Nisa made the call for the second time. The heart beat of the hijab girl suddenly turned irregular after the call was connected. He did not make a sound because he wanted to listen to Ardi's voice first.

"Hallo, good afternoon ... who's there with?"

Nisa immediately pressed the red icon after hearing the melodious voice of a woman. He rubbed his chest in surprise instead of Ardi answering. All the prejudices and bad thoughts suddenly appeared in the head, making Nisa even more chaotic.

"Who is he? Why is the woman answering her phone?" Nisa monologue.

"Is he Ardi's wife?" Nisa muttered while removing the pentule needle embedded in her hood. Seconds later, the veil came off.

"When are you coming home, Nis?"

The sound of Badiah managed to make all the thoughts of Nisa just disappear. He got out of his place and stopped his steps right in front of his mother.

"A few minutes ago, ma'am," Nisa replied with a faint smile.

"What about your mother?" ask Badiah.

"It's healthy, Mom. Shazia is also not fussy," replied Nisa as it is.

"Yes already then. Before the break, pray dzuhur first," said Badiah before leaving Nisa's room. The middle-aged woman entered his room.

After Badiah left, the beautiful girl immediately carried out the obligations of her four rakaat. He went into the bathroom to wash himself before prostrating to the Almighty. A few minutes later, Nisa had finished carrying out her four rakaat obligations. He went back to his room to rest.

"He called me?" Nisa muttered as she saw there was a notification of missed calls from Ardi Contact.

Nisa closes the door of her room so that Badiah does not hear when Ardi calls again. The beautiful girl sat on the edge of the bed while waiting for the mysterious man to contact her. He started to fret over the lack of calls despite having waited for almost thirty minutes.

"Do I have to send a message to him?" murmured Nisa while staring at the screen of her phone.

After thinking for a while, Nisa decides to contact Ardi. He typed a message in for the man he thought was strange, but managed to make him riled up.

What was?

That was the only message Nisa sent to Ardi. Then, the beautiful girl put down her phone after waiting for a reply, but never came. Nisa is getting restless because her message is only two blue ticks.

"Yaaa .. Why read it!" Nisa was disappointed after seeing that, "just curious!" abugn.

The phone rang again, but it was not Ardi's number that called, but a new number. Nisa did not immediately answer the call because she did not know the contact. There is a fear that arises in the heart, considering the many dangerous things that are rife. But after the call rang three times, Nisa was willing to answer the call.

"Help me. Open the black box." There was Ardi's moaning from across the street. Of course this makes Nisa surprised not to play because she heard the pained groan of the man she recognized.

...🌹To Be Continued 🌹...

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