My mother's nanny
chapter 47

"Mas Rangga?"

Diah was surprised, early in the morning, he had seen Rangga in front of the gate of his house.

"Your son, still asleep?"

Diah nodded, though,

"Aren't you cooking?"

"No, today we just ordered Soto's brother. I'm waiting for the anter to come." Clearly Diah looked at the end of the alley with his eyes.

"Have you run a few houses?"

"Something will come."

Rangga nodded slowly, looking for an excuse to get closer to Diah. He had plans to get Diah to work with him. He was just looking for a gap to convey.

On the other hand, Diah was already uncomfortable because he was alone with Rangga in front of the gate. It's not good to see the neighbors, moreover, they know that she is Ardi's wife. In addition, Rangga is a handsome and tall young man with qualified finances. Of course Rangga is the idol of today's complex mothers. After her husband was no longer a virgin, added worry in Diah's heart.

"Totally his brother." Diah muttered uneasily, continuing to circulate an eye gaze to the end of the alley.

Rangga knew of Diah's anxiety, he also tried to melt the atmosphere. "Geez what the hell pulled him down the street? Is there gold there? Or is there a diamond? Until this handsome man is taken." Narcissistic Rangga.

Diah smiled slightly looking towards Rangga. "Nungguin Abang soto, mas Rangga." Sahut Diah,"in' in there? What's here too?"

"Waituin Abang soto too."

Diah scrunched up his forehead, "mas Rangga is also Soto's pesen?"

"No, look at you until you wait for the cup so I think the soto must be delicious. Want to try." Answer Rangga lightly.

Diah jerked in a patient breath. Then look at the end of the alley again.

"Dee,"

"Yes to Rangga?" Diah without looking, though,

"I have a job, if you're willing to work for me."

Diah was silent, but she turned to look at Rangga. Not quite understanding what the man beside her meant.

"Not full time, just three to five hours."

Diah's eyebrows are intertwined, "what's the work, how are you just jerking around?"

Seeing that Diah was quite interested, Rangga pulled the corner of his lips upwards. "Just select some files and manuscripts. It doesn't take long, you can also bring Dila."

Diah was silent, listening,

"If you're interested, come to Arya's shophouse. There's a need for a selection employee." Ranggau continued.

"Thank you the info, mas Rangga, later Diah permission first the same mas Ardi." Said Diah ending their conversation because he saw the delivery brother of the soto order had arrived.

Diah received a large plastic soto and handed over the payment money. Then he rushed in after nodding slowly at Rangga. The man was still staring in Diah's footsteps even though the gate had closed perfectly. Rangga sighed, "may Diah be willing,"

Rangga swung his legs back home across the street. In his heart he felt awkward Diah suddenly called Ardi with the name mas.

"Why doesn't she mention you again? There was no way he could have called his master a mas," Rangga muttered to himself, then he smiled wryly, "don't tell Ardi who asked for it,"

Rangga shook his head, "don't tell me he's interested in Diah,"

***

"Would you like to work?" Tanya Ardi repeated Diah's words as his wife delivered coffee to his study. Ardi looked up at the bead of Diah's eyes which was now standing a few meters away from where he was sitting behind the table.

Diah nodded slowly.

"Why do you suddenly want to work? Is my money less?"

Diah shook her head,

"Continue?"

"Ummm, I want to make my own money, and I want to socialize."

"Is that? What about Dila?"

Diah knows Ardi's worries. He believes Ardi is very worried about Dila if she works, as Ardi once worried. Diah lowered her head, she already had an answer, only not daring to tell Ardi.

"UM, actually, it's only parttime, only three to five hours of work, depending on the number of files and manuscripts that come in. They also let me take Dila along."

Ardi frowned, "what kind of job is that?"

"It's not a scam, I've checked it out at Arya's shophouse in front of the house."

"Arya's shop?"

"If you don't let me, I won't go. It's okay at home, too." Said Diah softly and lowered his head.

Ardi knew his wife was eager to work. He smiled, "well,"

Instantly Diah raised her head, "as long as Dila is not abandoned," continued Ardi, she intends to investigate her own later, as long as Dila is not abandoned,

"And...."

Diah looked at Ardi expectantly, waiting for what Ardi said next. The man waved for Diah to come closer, immediately the wife stepped over despite a slight hesitation around the table and stood by the side Ardi was sitting. Ardi turned his chair around to face Diah. He pointed at the cheek with the index. As a grown woman, Diah understood her point. Diah's face slightly met and smiled slightly. Then leaned towards Ardi and put his lips on the husband's cheek.

Ardi with all his might held back his smile, even though it was very difficult. Her index points to the other side of the cheek. Diah said, kissing Ardi's cheeks that had not touched his lips.

"Already," Diah raised his body. That, it makes Ardi pull Diah's hand until sitting on his lap. Of course Diah was surprised.

"When what are you doing?" The look of Ardi's eyes rested on the wife's face.

"Consider sleeping." Diah replied blushingly, for the first time he sat on Ardi's lap with hearts intertwined.

"My company works."

Diah's face flushed red, she was already unable to endure her preparedness. Although without an answer, Ardi knew Diah did not mind. He touched Diah's chin, looking down at her face. Ardi's warm hand moved to Diah's cheek which continued to feel her face getting hotter. Diah doesn't know what her face is now. He was too embarrassed to imagine.

Ardi's lips were a little distant, taking a breath from there to calm his own feelings. Slowly the handsome face approached, the closer it got closer and the lips of the two human children had already fused together. Linked into one, blending coffee flavor and sweetness. Ardi's hands massaged Diah's back, and pressed closer to his body.

The time is short, it has been almost a week Rangga waiting. But there is no news that Diah has entered the office that he placed in Arya's shop. Rangga became agitated, though,

"Why hasn't Diah come yet? Did Diah change his mind or..." Rangga continued to guess, "Ardi won't allow it?" He muttered with annoyance if Ardi did not allow it.

"I have to meet him." Rangga muttered.

The handsome young man walked quickly out of the room. He continued to go a long way in order to quickly get to Ardi's office.

"Rangga sir?"

Rangga turned his head, seeing his secretary calling, "where are you going?"

"I have a little business, I have to go."

"Pak Rangga, there will soon be a board meeting." The secretary reminded, Rangga clucked in annoyance. And finally he abandoned the intention to leave his own office. There are more important things than personal matters.

The next day, Rangga saw Diah. A coincidence he was looking forward to. Rangga ran a small line of Diah steps who had just been shopping from the stall.

"Hey!" Sweepings.

Diah turned to the direction Rangga's voice came from,"Mas Rangga."

"What about his job? So you take it?" Tanya Rangga was stale.

Diah nodded,

"Why?" Rangga tried to pry the cause of Diah did not work, even though he was sure Diah was interested at that time."Does Ardi not allow it?"

Diah shook her head, "no, but, I guess, it's not fair if I work. Dila would be very lacking in my attention..."

"You... Can bring Dila."

Diah commented smilingly, "no, if Dila comes along it will only make a mess."

"There is also a playground for children so as not to get bored." Rangga is still trying to persuade.

Diah nodded, "thank you for offering, mas." His words stopped right in front of the gate of the house. Then he smiled and looked down at Rangga to say goodbye.

Rangga only replied with a wry smile while his eyes could not be separated staring at Diah who slowly disappeared behind the gate.

"How can I get closer to you?" Rangga muttered. Then he stepped limply towards his home. Rangga leaned his body on the main room sofa. He still did not want to give up on approaching Diah. On the glass table in front of her sitting, Rangga saw an invitation to a celebration party of one of his business partners. The man took the invitation and looked at her, the corner of his lips lifted. It flashed in her mind about Diah's words a few weeks ago,

("Thank you for your help, I can't repay you for Rangga's kindness. But, if Mas Rangga needs help, I will try to help as much as I can.") This sincere speech of Diah was what was ringing in his head. He has a way of pulling Diah.