Idol Nanny
Rahayu and Wiratama,

It was thirty minutes for Nisa to wait

in a comfortable living room and make him want to lay down on the soft sofa. Nisa yawned several times due to feeling exhausted. His head also felt more pain and throbbing.

"Sorry, we've left you alone for too long here" the middle-aged man said after returning to the living room.

"No problem, sir," Nisa replied with a faint smile.

"That's it. Since it's night and you're a girl, it's best to stay here first. I'm sure you're the first time you've set foot in Jakarta. For the sake of maintaining your safety please do not reject my wishes," said the man firmly.

"Yes, Son. Don't come back now. You better rest in this house tonight. You look exhausted. We can get acquainted and continue the conversation tomorrow morning," said the woman while looking at Nisa meaningfully. It seemed that the woman was calmer than before.

Nisa had rejected the request because she felt shy and certainly afraid to be in the wrong place. But because of the insistence of the two people sitting opposite him, he accepted the offer to rest in this magnificent house.

"Let me take you to the guest room" said the woman after getting out of her seat. He takes Nisa to one of the rooms on the first floor.

"This is your room. Please rest. Later there will be ART that delivers food to this room. Do you need anything?" obviously that woman.

"No, Ma. I was allowed to rest here alone was more than enough. Thank you," said Nisa while bowing.

After talking for a while, Nisa immediately went into the room she was going to occupy right when the owner of the house left. He developed a faint smile after looking at the bed. He immediately threw himself in there because he was tired.

"Finally met the mattress," muttered Nisa in a soft voice.

Shortly after, there was a knock on the door several times. Nisa moved from that comfortable place to see who was coming. It turned out to be a young woman with a tray filled with food and drinks.

"Good fun, miss," said the woman, handing the tray over to Nisa.

"Thank you" Nisa said before the young woman left.

Nisa placed the tray on the table and after that she sat down on the chair there. Nisa did not immediately enjoy the food because she was still hesitant and afraid that there was poison in the food that looked very delicious.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I hope the owner of this house has no evil intentions on me," Nisa muttered as she picked up the tissue wrapping the spoon.

"It seems safe" he murmured after tasting a spoonful of rice.

Almost fifteen minutes Nisa waited for a reaction in her. After it was felt safe, the hijab girl continued until the contents of the plate was toilet. He felt hungry because he forgot if he had not filled his stomach for a day. Nisa came out of the room with the tray to the kitchen. But his steps must be stopped in the family room because he met a young woman who had delivered food for him.

"I went back to the room first, Ma'am," said Nisa before leaving the woman.

Nisa decided to clean herself up first before taking a break. He only washed his face and toothbrush because he was lazy to shower at a time like this. After being in the bathroom for a few minutes, the beautiful girl returned to bed. He took off his hood and put the originals on top of his backpack. He sat leaning on the headboard of the bed while staring at the television screen that was there. Nisa grabbed the remote on the nightstand and then the television went on.

"Well, it's perfect to drive away the quiet," muttered Nisa after seeing the menu display. She can watch Korean dramas there to get rid of her loneliness.

*****

"Good morning, Jakarta." Nisa muttered softly while pinning a pentul needle on her hijab. This time he looks fresher than yesterday. Dirty clothes and some of her belongings had already gone into the backpack, as Nisa decided to go home today as well.

Nearly thirty minutes later the hijab girl was in the room. After making sure if this room is neat as before, Nisa comes out of the room. He circulated his gaze to look for the occupants of this house. A thin smile expands from both corners of his lips when he finds the woman who owns this house is arranging ornamental flowers in the family room.

"Good morning, ma'am," Nisa said after standing behind the woman.

"Good morning" the woman replied after turning her back, "where are you going to take your backpack?" ask the woman.

"I want to go home, Mom," Nisa replied with a soft-sounding word.

"Not now. You'd better have breakfast first and then let's talk." The middle-aged woman pointed at the dining room.

Inevitably Nisa must follow the owner of the house. Almost fifteen minutes the girl from Mojokerto was in the dining room alone because the woman had breakfast since a few tens of minutes ago.

"Mom,"

"Yes, please sit down first" said the woman as she pointed at the sofa there.

"Oh yes, surely you are confused, because we have not been acquainted before," muttered the woman while looking at Nisa with a sweet smile.

"You can call me Ms. Rahayu and the man you saw yesterday was my husband. You can call him Mr. Wiratama or Mr. Wira," explained Rahayu with a friendly attitude.

"Good, Mom." Nisa nodded her head.

"Are you Fina?" ask Rahayu.

"No, Ma. My name is Nisa. If Fina is my sister," answered Nisa in surprise because Rahayu knew her brother's name.

In the end, the woman named Rahayu told how this family knew her father. Nisa is shocked to discover her parents' past. Secrets of this magnitude have been held captive for decades until no one knows. In fact, maybe even Fina did not know about who the real figure of Hasanuddin Ibrahim was. One thing Nisa knows, if since she was a child until now, her life is very far from living like the son of an officer.

"Actually Mother herself did not want Johan to choose this path. But he was very stubborn for holding a trust from your father. Yes ... indeed it is undeniable, if all your father's services that make us in the current position. So Johan desperately followed military education to realize your father's dream. However, it seems like he failed as it happened to Mr. Hasan," explained Rahayu with a face that looks sad.

...🌹To Be Continued 🌹...

...Later we explain one by one yes, after this we return to the family of Mr. Benny and Neng Fina dulue😀...

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...Recommended cool works for you to read nih😎Kuy peep author Emak Gemoy's work under the title Suami (Calon) Adik Iparku. The title is curious, right??...

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