My mother's nanny
chapter 48

Ardi stared at an invitation in his hand. The man smiled, rubbing the cover of the invitation. Yes, Ardi intends to invite Diah to attend a party invitation from one of his business partners. The invitation is pink with a ribbon that decorates the cover for himself and his partner.

Ardi grabbed the algae by the office phone and called his secretary.

"Lucky, please set up a one-room suite at the same hotel as Mr. Broto's event." Ardi's word to his assistant.

("Good, sir.")

"Prepare some change of clothes for me and my wife too."

("Well, size madam?")

"Let's send it by email."

("Good, sir.")

After contacting his assistant, Ardi did not forget to send the size of his wife's clothes, ranging from her underwear to the outside. Even the size of Diah's sandals did not escape from Ardi.

"Hopefully we can reconnect what has been held up for a long time." Ardi muttered continuously commenting on the smile. The man then kept the invitation in his desk drawer at the office.

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"Mas Rangga,"

"Hey!" Sapa Rangga who deliberately waited and leaned on the fence wall of the ardi house. The man wore a late brown jamper jacket which he put his hood on his head, and black training pants.

"Why is Mas Rangga standing there?" Tanya Diah nodded,

"Wait for you," replied Rangga lightly, starting to swing his legs closer.

She pointed at her own face, confused. In his mind, there will be an offer from Rangga about the work he refused. "Will Rangga offer any more?" Mumbled to himself.

Rangga issued a pink invitation from Mr. Broto, one of his business partners, from his jacket pocket.

"What is this, mas?" Tanya Diah did not understand Rangga thrusting the thing at her.

"Company me here, yes" said Rangga,

"I? Why me?"

"I don't have a partner,"

"Lied..."

"Surely," Rangga raised the index and middle fingers to form the letter V."I don't have a parter, so, accompany me yes, you promised to help me if you need to."

Diah fell silent, glancing at the invitation in his hand. He felt unworthy, "look for something else, mas. I don't want to embarrass Rangga, this isn't my class."

"Diah, what class? There are no school classes. All I set, clothes, make up. The important thing is that you agree. Want huh? You promised to help me, and now I need your help." Rangga said impressed forcing.

Diah sighed, willing to refuse but it was true that he had promised and felt indebted to Rangga. "I asked the same about Ardi..."

Rangga clucked, feeling quite upset because Diah always had to ask Ardi. But, he could only nod in agreement, "alright, I wait for the good news. Give me your cell number."

Diah mentions her number, then Rangga calls until connected.

"I wait for the good news" said Rangga to accept the invitation that Diah offered. Then he turned and went into his house. While Diah continues his goal to the stall.

That night, Diah made coffee for Ardi. He knows Ardi's been pretty busy lately. If it's not overtime, he'll take the job home. The plan, tonight Diah asked Ardi for permission to go with Rangga. Diah walked into Ardi's study, knocked on the door.

Inside his room, Ardi carved a smile hearing the knock of the door from outside. He knew it must be Diah who delivered coffee as usual. Ardi pulled the drawer of the work desk while saying to let Diah in. The handsome man looked at the pink invitation he had kept there. He will ask Diah to be his partner at the party.

Diah moved closer, and stood in front of Ardi's desk.

"The coffee, mas." Said Diah putting a cup of coffee on Ardi's table.

"Thank you, yeah." Ardi smiled, though,

"Bag,"

"Dee,"

Both voices at the same time. Ardi and Diah fell silent, then both chuckled.

"You first,"

"No, I used to."

"Ladies first."

Diah smiled, then he opened his mouth, "gold, he wanted permission to accompany Diah's friend to his friend's birthday. Can I?"

"Your friend's birthday? Where's?"

"The friend is my friend, Mas Ardi."

"Yes, where is it?" Ardi took off the invitation from Mr. Broto, then pushed the drawer inside and closed perfectly.

"I don't know that much, anyway. But not far from here."

Ardi nodded as he thought, "It seems, it doesn't matter if I give up this time, let him have fun with his friend. I'm her husband, but that doesn't mean I can monopolize. Diah still needs friends as her entertainer.' thought Ardi.

"Can, huh?" Ask Diah again a little hesitant and anxious.

"May be."

"really?" Ask Diah to make sure with a look of relief.

"Heemm," ardi tapped his cheek with his index finger."This was."

Diah grunts her lips withholding her smile, then she steps closer. Ardi drew Diah's hand as soon as she was near, until Diah sat on her husband's lap. Diah held Ardi's head with both hands framing the man's jaw. Diah put her lips on her husband's cheek. Right cheek, left cheek, forehead, nose, chin it's all Ardi thrusting for Diah peppered. The corners of Diah's lips are pulled upwards forming an increasingly wide curve. Until the man impatiently grabbed Diah's lips. Like a few nights ago, they kissed for quite a long time.

The next day, Rangga took Diah to a salon that doubles as a boutique. There she was made over by a Mua. Diah felt a little excessive because because the MUA dressed with full make up but impressed natural. She was also given a slightly open evening dress.

"Sorry mom, is there no shirt more covered than this?"

"This is the most closed, Diah," said the MUA smiling understandably because she was wearing very polite clothes to go to a party.

Diah saw the reflection of self-dismin, the evening dress was dangling to cover her eyes. But, at the top appears to show the upper chest. Until his cleavage is slightly visible.

"Let's get out, Rangga's been waiting." Take the MUA.

Diah came out guided by MUA. Rangga who saw Diah's change instantly opened his mouth. He was immediately captivated without Diah issuing his Semar mesem style.

"Mas Rangga, I think it's too open."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Ask Rangga,

"Not comfortable nor ashamed." Diah's down, diah,

Rangga turned to look at the MUA. "Can you put a cover on his chest."

"That's gonna take time, but, I think a necklace is enough."

"It's not closing, it's decorating, Misel." Rangga Protest.

"Here you go, come on, why cover it up,"

"Missel,"

"Yes, yeah, all right, try this," Miskel gave a fur scarf to Diah's neck."this is enough right?"

Although still feeling uncomfortable, Diah ended up wearing the dress to Rangga's co-worker's party. The ballroom where the party was held was very crowded. Rangga said hello to some of his friends, whenever Diah tried to stay away, Rangga always pulled him. Until Rangga confidently grasped Diah's hand. Without them noticing, one stared from a distance with murderous sharp eyes.