My mother's nanny
chapter 46

"Bluh,"

Ardi breathed a sigh of relief at Diah's empty room. That means, the wife has occupied their room again. Ardi glanced at the clock that was coiled around his arm after he closed the door of Diah's room. At 11 p.m., he knew he was home too late. Ardi walked with cautious steps up the stairs. The man had to feel another thump in his chest as his footsteps stopped right in front of his bedroom door. He took a deep breath, then touched the door handle. Slowly along with her rhythmic heartbeat, Ardi pushed the door of her room.

The room was still bright, not dim as usual if Diah slept. Maybe Diah is still awake?

Ardi stepped deeper, and found his wife sitting on the lip of the bed holding Dila in her arms. Diah's eyes were closed, and so was Dila. But the little girl's lips still stuck to her mother's chest. Seeing that scene, Ardi's heart was filled. He stepped slowly and got closer, Diah's hand looked limp asleep, and almost escaped from hugging Dila, swiftly, Ardi held back so that she did not fall.

Diah opened her eyes, still remembering that Dila was in a crib and she almost dropped it. He gasped to see Ardi holding his hand and Dila.

"Master,"

Ardi smiled, "just lay Dila on the bed."

"When he's fussy, he won't sleep in bed, I tried and he's crying." Diah explains why he still has Dila on me tonight."I'm asleep, sorry." Diah confirmed his approach to the child.

Ardi smiled, he knew Diah was very sleepy and tired. But Dila is also fussy to the point of not wanting to escape from the mother's arms."let me be fat,"

"Master must be tired, master just got home from work."

"You're tired too, Diah, it's okay. Give Dila to me." Ardi. Diah tried to take her chest out of the child's mouth, but, Dila did not want to and continued to take a sip. The tiny mouth continued to twitch and drink voraciously even though its eyes were closed.

Diah and Ardi looked at each other and smiled together. "If you don't want to, maybe because you're not used to this room," said Diah still with a smile that increasingly looks sweet, adding to the rhythm of Ardi's heartbeat. Ardi's hand from earlier could not be separated from holding the body of the little one. The man slowly sat down on Diah's side. Then gently press the wife's shoulder to her chest.

"Sleep" said Ardi, making himself a backrest for Diah. His hand still held Dila's body by the hand of Diah who held her daughter. Ardi's other hand rubbed the wife's arm.

Leaning on the chest of the husband, certainly makes Diah feel happy and calm. And there, he also realizes something, Ardi's unusual beating heart. Diah raised her head to look at the face of the husband who already looked very embarrassed, a smile reflected on Diah's face. Their eyes stared at each other for a long time, diving into each other's hearts through the eyes. There is only the reflection of Ardi in the eyes of Diah, and even with Ardi, there is only the reflection of the wife and her child there.

Ardi's face was approaching, there was a push within him that made him move. Close eyes that feel very heavy until the two lips are linked to each other. The two lips moved to each other softly and gently. Putting your tongue and spit together. It wouldn't have happened if Diah didn't want it either.

The next morning, I opened my eyes. Feeling the warmth of Ardi's embrace from behind. Ardi's hand crossed over Diah's body to the end of Dila's body. Both women are in her arms. Diah smiled, then put Ardi's hand to her own side. Diah got up slowly so that the two people he loved did not wake up. Diah had to hurry to prepare breakfast for Ardi. Because mbok Tini is still in the village and someone who is in the rental inval came at 8 am.

Breakfast was ready, just a simple menu because Diah did not want Dila to wake up and he was still struggling in the kitchen. Diah walked up the stairs and opened the door to the room and found that now Ardi was slightly shifted and hugged Dila who was sleeping on her back. The tiny hand crossed his face, like he was punching Ardi. Dila's feet have also pulled the blanket until it looks next door. Diah carved a smile at the sight, feeling beautiful and soothing.

She approached and touched her husband's arm. "Master,"

"Master,"

Ardi was not awake by his call. Diah shook a little tighter, "master, it's morning,"

"Mas."

Diah commented with an amused smile, Ardi seemed to be just pretending to be still sleeping. And deliberately correcting Diah's call, to call, mas.

"Mas, wake up, it's morning."

Only then did Ardi open his eyes and smile. From where he lay, he looked at his wife. "Don't call you again."

Diah's face had met red, Ardi realized that. He pulled Diah's arm until it fell on his body. Then hugged the little rebellious Diah.

"Master,"

"Mas, Diah. Mas, don't turn back into mister."

"Mas, it's morning, wake up."

"In the meantime, I still want to be like this." Reject Ardi tightened his embrace. Diah could only resign himself to letting Ardi do what he wanted. He also began to enjoy being in Ardi's arms. Slowly the fear of falling in love disappears, slowly, the fear of being hurt again by Ardi fades. Diah chose to follow her heart alone, rather than be busy fighting against her own feelings. That, more exhausting.

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"Dad left first yes," said Ardi kissed Dila's head in Diah's lap who hung her daughter in the yard. As Diah used to do every morning for almost four months.

Ardi turned to look at Diah, then kissed his wife's forehead. "I work first yes," his saying slightly lingered on sipping Diah's forehead.

"Be careful on the road, last night work."

On the terrace, Lady Dewi smiled to see Ardi and Diah were getting more familiar. Ardi has even more often shown the expression of his love even though not spoken by the word. It is true, Ardi is like his papa who has difficulty saying the word love and only shows it with attitude and deeds.

"Hopefully, Diah can really pick up on Ardi's love signal on her." Mumbled Bu Dewi smiled when she saw Ardi looking at her and waving his hand. Because when she first left the house, her mother was the first time Ardi kissed her hands and forehead. Then, Ardi approached the girl and her wife. Spreading all the love that exists.

Ardi's car just came out of the gate, across from there, Rangga also just came out of his house. The man again looked at the baby, smiled and spoke to a baby who might not even understand. Just like that was enough to make Rangga review a smile. Every morning, he saw Diah with all her simplicity and privilege, even though she was just a dark-skinned country girl, but could shine a light on two men who were captivated by her charm.

Rangga drove his car with a happy heart. Previously he did not expect, will meet again with the girl who helped him very early in his teens. As he was climbing on a mountain in central Java. He had lost his way, and little Diah fed him when his stomach was starving and helped Rangga who sprained out of the forest to the settlement of residents.

Rangga kept remembering the incident, and looked for traces of Diah after he matured financially and mentally. But all his efforts ended in a dead end. He is shocked when he accidentally sees Diah in the compound. Diah doesn't remember himself, even though Diah's face is clearly imprinted in his memory. The Rangga only one, he wants to invite Diah who he considers working as a maid in Ardi's house. But, before that, Rangga must make Diah fall in love with her.