Nanny Young Master Genius
Chapter 78 - No Backward
Ajeng's body was already trembling, but he kept running in Papa Reza's footsteps. His cold, wet hands due to cold sweat were tightly grasped.
Ajeng no longer cares about the vehicles that pass by. At the moment Ajeng's gaze was empty, he instantly lost all his thoughts.
There are only gems and tergugu.
No, not only the hand grip that Ajeng got, when there was a car at the end there began to approach, papa Reza was hugging Ajeng's shoulder to protect.
O Allah.
Ajeng could only resign, surrendering all the power of his weak heart to God.
This heart he could not bear, flowers appeared he could not prevent.
Ajeng's face was so beautiful.
His heartbeat could already explain everything, how Ajeng felt at this moment, the fear and thumping that became one.
"Come," asked Papa Reza anyway, after arriving across the street, he released his embrace on Ajeng's shoulder and just stuck it into the stationery shop.
While Ajeng was only able to fall silent, he was not even able to answer papa Reza's question.
"You know what Sherina's pencil looks like?" papa Reza asked, they have entered the store, facing each other in a pencil display case with various options.
Ajeng confused himself to answer what, his brain suddenly blank.
While papa Reza even continues to stare at Ajeng firmly.
"We'll pick the pink one." Papa Reza broke up.
Ajeng still did not give any response not even nodding his head. His face is getting red.
Reza then took 2 pink pencils, 2 blue pencils for Sean.
Then rely on Ajeng to go to the cashier table.
Making payments.
They can't linger there, don't want to make Sean wait too long in the car alone.
Deg! deg deg! real quick.
Can't they just go back to holding hands to cross the street?
It was always that question that filled Ajeng's head. He really tried hard to keep his mind sane.
Do not want to go back to misunderstanding with a sweet attitude, because not necessarily it means like.
The fortress that Ajeng had built to protect his heart still held strong.
"Give me your hand, we'll start crossing again" said papa Reza, extending his left hand, asking Ajeng to welcome it.
"I-I can be alone Pa," Ajeng refused, though nervous but he had to say this. Especially at this time his hands were already very cold and wet from cold sweat.
He didn't want Papa Reza to touch that cold hand of his.
"Come," asked Papa Reza again, his hand still faithfully outstretched, not backward.
And Ajeng seemed to have no choice to refuse. With doubt, very doubt, Ajeng finally moved his right hand and reached out to Papa Reza's hand.
Nyes! Darrah Ajeng instantly melted.
While his heart rumbled unnoticed.
Secretly Ajeng closed his eyes as papa Reza clasped his hands together again.
Back across the streets with an uncertain heart.
Because Ajeng really feels protected and loved.
O Allah, Istigfar Jeng, do not like Papa Reza. Batin Ajeng, continue to fortify himself.
Because if the fort collapses, then he himself will lose.
Finally, Papa Reza opened the car door for Ajeng, allowing the woman to enter.
Ajeng looked back and saw Sean who was smiling widely.