My mother's nanny
chapter 44

That night Diah had just finished breastfeeding her child, turning her back to Ardi who was busy with work she had deliberately brought home. The man sat down with a mat next to Diah's bed. He was used to sitting there and enjoying his life. She looked back, seeing her husband still busy with his laptop. He got up and walked out of the room. Ardi knew his wife was leaving the room, he glanced at the door that had just closed it.

Ardi let out a long sigh, indeed his relationship with Diah had gone quite rapidly by now. Already sleeping one bed, already dating, even more intense in talking. Not like before, which is just as necessary. Ardi closed his eyes narrowing at the nightstand by the side of the bed.

His sense of smell smelled the aroma of coffee that came out suddenly. Ardi opened his eyes, at the end of there, Diah approached with a cup of coffee. The corner of Ardi's lips lifted by itself without being able to fight.

"The coffee, sir." Diah thrusts the black coffee towards Ardi. And sit down there.

"Mas," said Ardi fix the name for himself. He received coffee from his wife. Ardi brought the mouth of the cup closer to his lips, the aroma of coffee directly attacked his sense of smell, the thick bitter aroma and a slight touch of sweetness made him look directly at the maker. It's like diah. Ardi blew a moment of the coffee, and sipped it until it made a sound.

"Don't, as usual." His words praised looking at Diah's slightly met face.

"Don't sleep too late, we go first." Diah moved from before Ardi. Then get on the bed.

"Dee,"

Diah turned her head, then lay down on Dila's sleeping side. This time Diah slept on her side facing Ardi and Dila.

"Next night, we go upstairs, okay?"

Diah paused for a moment, then nodded faintly, "alright."

Getting a positive answer from Diah, Ardi's heart became a dude. If this continues, she is sure, Diah will forgive her and accept her love. Just by imagining it, Ardi was already smiling.

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"Dee,"

"Mas Rangga?"

Diah looked at the man wearing the white singlet and training pants, speeding up his steps and learning Diah's steps. Yes, he is Rangga, Diah's new neighbor. With such an appearance, it was enough to make the women scream. Only with singlet alone already looks athletic body. High-bodied and white, very contrasted with Diah who tends to be tanned.

"Where from?"

"From the gold shop, shopping."

"Oohh, what do you want to cook?"

"Iih, mas Rangga kepo deh, ntar ask again to go home."

"Hahahaha, can you?" Rangga laughed at Diah's reply, "if I may see you later. Miss Goddess isn't she?"

"No, they're all good."

"Oohh, good then, you can't be violent. And you don't need me to make you want to go to a lawyer." Rangga's apletok smiled mysteriously.

"Mas, I went in first yeah, it's home." Diah cut off the conversation, however, he did not feel worthy enough to walk with Rangga who was handsome and had a very different social strata with him. Although she has now been elevated by Ardi to a wife. However, still, he never felt appropriate in the environment of the people.

"See you soon Diah."

Diah nodded and threw a stiff smile. Just as a sign of respect for others. Diah breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she entered the kitchen. Today he is shopping because Tini mbok permission to return home for a while. Actually, Miss Dewi has rented an inval, but, until this morning has not seen her nose.

Diah who never felt like a mistress, still do her duties like when she used to work. Although he used to only focus on Miss Dewi, he still cleaned the house and cooked to help mbok Tini.

Diah took out all her shopping, today she plans to cook some mushroom rib soup and fried tempeh, with the chili plow as the complement. He began to wash the ribs clean, then boil them on the stove. While waiting for the ribs to cook, Diah cut some kind of green vegetables, washed them, next, he smoothed the seasoning. Two types at once, one for marination tempeh and the other half Diah add some complementary seasoning to the soup.

"Well, it's just you, Dad? Which inval mama?" Ask the Goddess who entered the kitchen, because she smelled the smell of soup coming out and teased her nose. He was quite surprised to see Diah in the kitchen alone.

Diah smiles which adds sweetness to her face, "Not yet to come, ma,"

"Where the hell, Ardi nyari inval? This clock has not come." The grouse of Bu Dewi nagged, then sat down on the side of Diah who was cutting tempe.

"Fungal rib soup, same paste sambel, ma."

"Pantesan, it smells really good, so Mama came straight here. What can you help me with?"ask mom, "what's not done."

"Udah all kok ma, stay cemplung-cemblung aja."

"The mother, has not made sambel nih, here let the mama who kopek-kopek onion as the cabenya."

Diah smiled again, then took out the onion and chilli not to forget the container as well. Diah thrust towards the mother-in-law.

"When you're still sleeping, huh?"

"Yes ma, so Diah can do this all."

"Tumben, it usually smells like him at this hour." Tukas Bu Dewi while picking onions.

Diah pulls the corner of her lips up, "probably because she slept with her father, ma."

"Oohh," Madam Goddess smiled amusedly.

There was a voice immediately heard by Dila, following Ardi who appeared in the kitchen holding his daughter, "well, Dila the cake asked *****." Said Ardi trying to calm Dila in his arms.

"Love in the fridge, sir." Diah says, "a little while,"

"No need, just like you, more flat." Ardi refused and immediately brought Dila closer to Diah.

"But, still cooking,"

"Let me just cook, you love Dila *****."

Diah looked at Ardi unwell, but seeing Dila already crying, Diah could not bear it either. Diah breastfed her son in the kitchen. While Ardi changed the task of Diah who was frying tempe.

"Died fried tempeh huh?" Ardi made sure, though,

"No, it's still the same as sambel." Sahut Diah's.

"It's Di, still mama's chili sauce." Mama responded. He turned to look at Diah, "When you take him to the room, Dad. Pity if he sneezed later fit fried chilli." continued Bu Dewi suggested.

Feeling bad, but, what her in-laws say doesn't hurt. Finally, Diah nodded, "sorry, ma'am," then he turned to look at Ardi who was behind him because he was picking at tempe."sorry sir,"

Diah got up from her seat and walked by still breastfeeding Dila. Move to the family room.

"What's your interval, di? Not yet here, not intent." Miss Goddess nagged.

"Yes, Ardi will find a professional."

Breakfast was ready, Ardi was also handsome and fragrant with his after-work clothes. The man smiled as soon as he came out of the house and found Diah playing and chatting with Dila who was in the sun under the morning sun.

"Dedek dear, father work first yes, pray that the work of father is smooth, let can be happy in the mother and mother."

"Grandma how?" Said Bu Dewi also chimed with the oddity. Who now sits on the terrace a little far from Diah who holds Dila to sunbathe in the yard.

"Yes, grandma too." Ardi smiled to see that the mother did not want to lose.

"I work first yes" said Ardi to his wife. The man took the time to kiss Diah's forehead, before thrusting his hand.

Diah smiled with a red cloak on her face, then welcomed the husband's hand and kissed with reverence.

The gate is open, Ardi's car just left the yard. From the other side, Rangga's car had also just come out, seeing Diah in the yard holding Dila, smiling very sweetly. Although it was not intended for him, somehow Rangga felt happy.