Nanny Young Master Genius
Chapter 41 - Only Caregivers
When Ajeng came out of Sean's room he was immediately greeted with papa Reza's gaze. A gaze so deep that it was like a stab in his heart.
Ajeng gulped a rough spit.
I don't know, he always couldn't guess what kind of stare it was. Angry or what?
"Explain why Sean called you mama" asked Reza, straight to the point. He can at least get stale.
He looked down, then answered ...
"I don't know Pa." He was twisting his own fingers. Choose to pretend not to know rather than explain at length. Ajeng was afraid that his words would only be considered as nonsense.
That's why he chose not to know, so that everything is finished right now.
While Reza he was silent for a moment. Try to trust Ajeng, considering his son also said the call was in an unconscious state.
It could be the closeness of Ajeng and Sean that makes the child think that Ajeng could be his mother.
But of course, that's impossible.
Mama, not just a name. But that one word holds such a deep meaning.
"Alright, I'll assume Sean was just delirious about something vague. I hope you know the limits. You're Sean's nanny, not his mama" Reza replies.
Ajeng already knew that Reza always spoke with his cold voice, but somehow the sentence felt more painful than usual.
As if he was reminded who he was? what castle?
Ajeng was still down, still twisting his own fingers.
Then he saw Papa Reza's legs retreating and walking away.
Ajeng then lifted his head and saw the man's back off.
"I know my limits for Pa, how dare I be Sean's mother. Just imagine that I don't have the courage" Ajeng said, he always dared to talk when Papa Reza was gone.
Only the air heard his voice. Papa Reza can't hear anything.
Guts Ajeng always shrivel every time faced by the man.
It was late afternoon, so Ajeng decided to help in the kitchen while Sean slept.
There are still many servants in this house.
"Ajeng, Mr. Reza was in the room what workspace?" ask a waiter.
"To her room Ma'am."
"Oh, kirain to the workspace."
"Why did you win?" ask Ajeng anyway, he stopped for a moment his activity cutting vegetables, instead of staring at the waiter.
"Yes if in the workspace means having to take between drinks and snacks," the waiter replied.
The waiter chuckled softly. Makes Ajeng frown.
"Why mbak?" tanya Ajeng was a little confused.
"Funny, if there's no Sean you better call Mr. Reza. Your body is tiny, even like his first child, Mr. Reza, if you call papa," explained the waiter.2 servants there also laughed as well.
Makes Ajeng smile clumsy.
"Yes, if there's no Sean I'll call you sir" Ajeng replied. Everyone there agreed.
He called papa anyway at the request of Oma Putri .
But come to think of it by the girl, indeed she should just call sir, should be able to get used to the 2 calls.
Don't papa all. Batin Ajeng's.
He also wanted to show Papa Reza that Ajeng still clearly remembered what his status was. Just the nanny in this house.
There was a corner of his heart that was pinched when he heard the words of Papa Reza.
Dinner time came, Ajeng came down from the 2nd floor with Sean.
Arriving at the dinner table, Papa Reza is not there yet.
"Mbak Ajeng, would you please call papa? it looks like he's still in the room" Sean said, asking for help.
Ajeng just nodded. They should have just come down together instead of going back and forth like this.
Not tired, but afraid, because it would be Ajeng must be alone.
Arriving on the 2nd floor Ajeng knocked on papa Reza's room door.
"Sir Reza is Ajeng, Sean is waiting for dinner" said Ajeng, speaking in a high voice even though the door had not opened.
A few seconds later, the door opened. Papa Reza looked at Ajeng with a slightly furrowed forehead. Sir's call that he heard was wrong or right?
Hasn't Ajeng called him Pa?
"Let's get down, Sean is waiting," Ajeng said again and sounded very clear in Reza's ear.
"You mad?" asked the man, Ajeng suddenly changed his call for sure because of his words this afternoon, which Ajeng spoke must be self-aware, that he was just a nanny and not a mama.
Yes, Ajeng must be angry. Thought Reza. That's why now this little girl calls him sir.
"Why angry? I'm not angry," Ajeng replied, so cengo. Angry why?
Reza was silent for a moment, looking fixedly at Ajeng.
But Ajeng could at least be looked at like that. So he hurriedly lowered his head.
Complete with his beating heart.