My mother's nanny
chapter 40

"Okay sir, we can share a threesome bed."

Hearing Diah's words, Ardi reviewed the smile on his face, opened his eyes and got up. While Diah could only sigh deeply. Feeling stubbornly defeated by her husband. Diah lay on her bed on her right side and Ardi on her left side, with Dila as the boundary between the two.

"Slightly to the middle, later you fall, you sleep too far away." Said Ardi slightly shifting Dila's body towards him.

"This bed is indeed small, return to master's room."

"Yes, let's go back, there's more of a bessar than this."

Diah silenced to hear the husband still insisted to invite him back to the room which was a few months silent witness Diah held back the cold attitude Ardi. Diah closed her eyes. While Ardi still faithfully opened his eyes, lying on his side staring at the wife who stacked his eyes with his daughter. Ardi carved a smile. At least he was one step ahead by sleeping one bed with his wife and child.

Ardi continued to stare at the dark-skinned yet healthy woman. Until both eyes closed by itself due to drowsiness.

"Master, it's dawn."

Only a moment later did Ardi's eyes shut, he already felt a slow shock in his arm. Ardi's eyes opened, seeing that Diah had put on his face. Ardi also rose up,

"You've been praying?"

"It."

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Ardi protested in a low tone.

"It's still dawn, sir."

Ardi looked at Diah, but he was not angry. Just be sorry. Because he hoped to become a priest of Diah when he thought that his wife had begun to soften. Ardi said nothing, then got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Before the man actually entered the bathroom, Ardi turned his head and smiled at his wife.

"Thank you for waking me up, Diah." He said, then disappeared behind the door. Ardi slightly changed his attitude so that Diah did not think if he was angry or something.

Seeing Ardi's slight change, Diah sighed. "Could it be that Mr Ardi really doesn't want a divorce?" Mumbled to himself. He remembered what Ardi said last night, about making himself fall in love. Diah smiled bitterly."You made me fall in love, sir. Already, but I'm so afraid of getting hurt again, I know I don't deserve you. I'm just a country girl."

The next night, Ardi was about to roll out another mat on the side of Diah's bed. He did not want to be pleased after Diah allowed to sleep on the same bed. Maybe Diah just asked for it that night. Not for the next night.

Diah looked at Ardi who started putting down pillows, then blankets. "Why don't you just move to the warm master's room?"

Ardi smiled at Diah's question, again Ardi had to repeat the same question for Diah's question.

"You want to go straight to the top room or stop asking the same questions? Because, again I will repeat my question." Ardi smiled, then took the laptop on the nightstand, sat down and started typing something.

"Master?"

Ardi turned to look at Diah who was sitting on the bed and was folding clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Ardi smiled slightly, feeling that Diah was quite interested in the activity. That's pretty good progress.

"Just check some work at the office."

"Master has his own workspace, why not do it there?"

Ardi smiled wryly, apparently Diah just wanted to drive him away, again.

"It's cold in there."

"I think there's a warm-up in there." Diah's words broke Ardi's convoluted speech. Ardi tried to smile even though his heart was very upset with Diah's words. Obviously, Diah kept trying to get away from him.

"Cold and dark. It's brighter and warmer, you know why? Because there's a source of my life here." Ardi.

"Do you know who?"

Diah silenced again, continuing to fold clothes that had paused.

"That's you,"

As soon as Diah's movements came to a halt, she did not want to be seen being affected by Ardi's words which sounded like a seduction for her.

"And our little angel, Dilla." Ardi continued, then continued his work."you know why I named him, Ardila Maharani Putri Nugroho?"

"Because it's the merging of the name of his father and mother. So that everyone who calls him knows, whose son Dila. For us to also remember, if it wasn't for love, Dilla would never have come into the world."

Hearing Ardi's words, of course, Diah's heart was touched. However, Diah already felt the beauty and bitterness of loving Ardi. Although she felt more bitter, Diah was still touched. He could feel his heart and face warm. I don't know, his lips feel light until they are easily lifted up.

Diah shook his head, "be aware of Diah, do not be lulled and soar. Because falling down it hurts so much." Mumbled in the heart. The woman glanced at Ardi who was already busy with his laptop again. Mind Diah, continue to doctrine himself if he is not worthy, only a village woman who is lucky to have an employer like the Goddess Mother who sang it, until this marriage occurred.

That night Ardi fell asleep still holding a laptop. Diah looked at the man who was still her husband. Diah sighed, then took the laptop from Ardi's lap. Put it on the nightstand. Then try to fix Ardi's sleeping position to be more comfortable and envelop her husband's body. Ardi's hand stretched out to pull her in conversation until Diah fell asleep at her husband's side. Diah still felt very surprised, trying to regulate his breathing and heartbeats that were not good. Diah ventured to look at Ardi's face. The man was still closed, perhaps Ardi pulled and hugged him subconsciously.

Diah tried to raise Ardi's hand and move him to the side of the man's body. However, again Ardi's hand has moved hugging his body closer. Diah fell silent, trying to enjoy the atmosphere, enjoying sleeping in Ardi's arms.

The sound of Dila's cry resuscitated Diah who had fallen asleep. He got up and came to Dila, trying to calm the crying little baby with his open mouth. He knew his son needed breast milk. Ardi's wife unbuttoned her top three clothes. Then start breastfeeding her child. Dila was silent for a moment, drinking breast milk from her mother very greedily. She giggled at the funny boy.

For a moment to enjoy the face of her daughter, Diah was surprised by a glass of warm water from Ardi.

"You don't get dehydrated."

Diah carved a smile, then received a glass of water from her husband. Drink it half.

"Would you eat something? Let me get it?" Tanya Ardi took back the glass from Diah.

Diah shook her head, "thank you."

"Or.... Maybe I can put something in for you."

Hearing Ardi's offer, Diah hesitated a little. Doubt whether Ardi is serious about it or not.

"You want something?"

"UMM, it's cold tonight, but, I can make it myself later. Go back to sleep."

Ardi looked a little excited, "what do you want?"

"Mie..."

"OK," Ardi immediately shot out of the room, a while later Ardi came back again, "do you want fried noodles or boiled mir?" Being too happy, he forgot about it.

"Boil it,"

"Medicum? vegetable pake? A mushroom? A sausage?"

Diah smiled amusedly, while Ardi scratched his non-itchy head.

"Yes, whatever."

Ardi widened his smile, it seemed, his married life was starting to look bright.