My mother's nanny
Chapter 38

Ardi laid out a mat on the side of Diah's bed. His wife only noticed what Ardi was doing in silence.

"Why lay a mat on the floor?" Diah finally asked too. Diah put her little baby on the bed.

Ardi threw out his smile which instantly made Diah's heart beat faster.

"Make sleep." said Ardi casually.

"Who are you sleeping with?"

"I." she replied again staring at Diah and carving out a smile again.

Diah was silent, "mister want to sleep here?"

"Yes, Ardila likes to stay up late at night. You must be tired of taking care of yourself. That's why I sleep here to accompany." Said Ardi laying his body on the mat.

"Sleep in the master's room." obviously Diah objected if Ardi slept there. Ardi is the master, why bother sleeping on the floor of the maid's room.

"I'll sleep there if you move there too" Ardi said firmly.

Diah silenced again, lately Diah has indeed continued to get attention from Ardi. All of this makes Diah uncomfortable. Moreover, for Diah, Ardi did all that for their daughter.

And the speech from mbok Tini the other day was quite disturbing Diah. And made Diah worry again. Will continue with the divorce plan or stay together. But, Diah really did not want to be burdened with guilt because Ardi was forced. He is tired of pretending and prefers to free Ardi from this unhealthy marriage.

Diah let alone what Ardi did. Prohibiting his master does not mean anything, this is Ardi's house anyway. And he just hitchhiked. Diah laid her body on the side of Ardila who was asleep. Trying to close his eyes when they are reluctant to fall asleep. Time rolls, seconds turn into minutes, turns into hours. He could not close his eyes at all.

Diah raised her head, looking at the sleeping husband below. Diah breathed her heavy breath, then tried to close her eyes. On the other hand, Ardi also had not slept, he just closed his eyes. Realizing that Diah had looked at him earlier.

To be honest, Ardi's self-esteem was hurt. Like a master begging for love from a village woman named Diah. But, what he did was to get Diah's heart again. To make Diah realize that he really loves his wife. Not because of her mother, not because of Ardila. Although the two women are also another reason Ardi.

The next day, Ardi prepared to leave for work. The man took the time to bathe Dila while Diah was cooking in the kitchen. Ardi was quite happy because until recently, Diah did not mention divorce. He thought, maybe Diah had changed his mind as soon as he saw the girl.

"Sir let me go, go to work, it's enough noon." said Diah took over Dila in her husband's arms.

"Mas, can you call me mas? Like before." pinta Ardi.

"no, you call me mas." - Ardi.

"it's just a charade, now it's not necessary anymore, sir." closed Diah turned and stepped inside. There remains Ardi who continues to be regretted by his attitude in the past.

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That afternoon, Ardi took the time to go home for a while. His intention was to see the baby and of course Diah. Ardi sent a message to his wife, feeling he had no reply, and called. Once the phone is connected twice, but there is no answer. In his heart Ardi began to fidget and riled up, afraid that Diah would leave. Ardi quickly took his car home. Intention to buy Diah something, he paled just to make sure the wife was still at home.

As soon as the car was parked in the yard, Ardi rushed out. There was a little relief seeing Dila in her mama's lap. Kidding me for what. But that worry had not dissipated before he saw Diah.

"Could she really go and leave Dila here?" ardi muttered to himself.

"Well, Di, why are you back at this hour? Not usually?" Ask the astonished mother.

"The same Kangen Diah, Dila means." Ardi corrected the moment he saw the mother smiling seductively. Just then Diah had just come out with a bottle of milk, surely Diah had heard his words earlier. Ardi was relieved to see Diah still there. But also anxious if Diah heard his words earlier. Ardi lamented why he had to correct and not be honest with his mother.

"That's... Formula milk?" Tanya Ardi stared at the milk bottle that Diah was carrying.

"No, Di. It's exclusive asian. Incidentally, Diah's breast is abundant, so..." The Goddess replied.

Ardi weaned the bottle before Diah gave it to Dila. Ardi knew this was one of Diah's ways to put distance on her son, before the woman went far from her life. Ardi didn't want that. Ardi's actions, made Diah surprised, as well as Miss Dewi.

"What's like is unhygienic, better straight from mama."

"I've made sure this is clean, sir. After all, Dila must get used to it, soon we will also be separated."

"There is no farewell Diah. Even if you file a file with the court, I will still ask for mediation. The judge won't grant your divorce without a good reason."

"Master!" Diah's eye beads glazed, the puddles already filled his eye fertilizers.

"Don't call me selfish, you're selfish for wanting to leave Dila, and I am" Ardi said, looking at Diah's bead, either way Ardi had to persuade Diah to stay.

Diah continued to look into her husband's eyes with a chaotic feeling. Angry and upset because Ardi does not want to separate makes Diah more languish. Because he knows, for whom Ardi's unwillingness is. Diah is tired of being depressed by feelings.