Nanny Young Master Genius
Chapter 79 - Blue Shirt
Almost 8 o'clock, the car driven by Papa Reza finally arrived at school.
Sean hurriedly entered not wanting to be late, while Ajeng also followed Sean to avoid this strange-looking man.
Reza smiled more and more when he saw Ajeng walking away, he then looked at his hand that was holding tightly the hand of his girl.
"Hand Ajeng is so cold" Reza murmured, But the cold makes it even harder to forget, so always remembered.
Meanwhile Ajeng did not want to guess why Papa Reza's attitude changed like this.
Ajeng just thought that maybe it was natural, maybe it was like this was the real attitude of papa Reza.
That the man is actually a good man, not fierce, maybe like Ryan.
After this morning Papa Reza apologized, now the man has completely turned 180 degrees.
Although awkward, but Papa Reza several times invite Ajeng to talk. What else was Papa Reza who picked Sean up at 10.
2 The person becomes equally clumsy himself.
Tomorrow is the Sunday that Sean's school anniversary will be held.
Papa Reza and Sean were the most enthusiastic about welcoming the event.
While Ajeng repeatedly felt anxious his heart, despite not knowing what made him anxious like that.
But the closeness between Papa Reza and Sean that was suddenly like that really raised a lot of questions in his head.
And of all those questions none of them knew the answer.
"Ajeng," call me Ryan, currently Ajeng is in the kitchen to make Sean's milk. After dinner Sean spent time with papa Reza, but before 9 pm Ajeng will deliver this milk for the foster child.
"Om Ryan, do you need anything? let me make it," answered Ajeng.
Since Ryan came home from Jogja some time ago, they have rarely met.
Although living in one house but always no time to talk to each other. Not as much as their meeting.
It was not unintentional, but indeed Ajeng avoided. Because he was setting his heart again.
"No, I just wanted to say that tomorrow Rilly's taking us all in blue, Sean's favorite color. Do you have a blue shirt?" ryan asked, her voice so soft, not to mention her shady gaze.
It is always relaxing to see and to hear.
"There's Om, I've got a blue shirt," Ajeng replied later.
Hearing that answer, Ryan smiled. He then took out his right hand which had been hiding behind his waist.
Ryan was carrying a paper bag.
"This is for you, the blue shirt that you can wear tomorrow" Ryan said.
He was dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open. He also did not accept the paper bag. Until Ryan had to put it first on the table.
Ryan didn't want any rejection, so before Ajeng answered anything he decided to leave there with a smiling lip.
"Oh Allah, clothes," muttered Ajeng after he was alone here. Sean's milk that he had made was somewhat pushed away, then he picked up the paper bag and opened the contents, there really was a blue shirt inside there. Not a t-shirt, but a very beautiful dress, the height of Ajeng's knees. The girl did like to wear skirt skirts that long.
"This is too good," muttered Ajeng, not even if he did not feel happy to accept this gift, instead feeling a burden.
With pursed lips, Ajeng also ran to put the paper bag in his room. Then immediately bring Sean's milk to the boy's room.
Arriving there he was immediately greeted by the gaze of 2 different generations of men, Papa Reza and Sean.
Gluey! Ajeng gulped, Sean's gaze was not wrong, but papa reza's gaze made him misbehave.
Don't let my heart fall apart again. The strong Jeng! The spirit!!
Especially about the grip of their hands, always remember every minute. His hands always felt numb.
"Mbak Ajeng, come here!" call Sean enthusiastically. Sean and Papa Reza were sitting together on the bed.
Ajeng then approached and put the milk he brought on the nightstand.
He stood on the edge of the bed.
"Tomorrow we all wear blue clothes, this is a shirt for mbak Ajeng," explained Sean.
Ajeng was stunned again, clothes again, he thought.
"We wear a couple shirt, me, mbak Ajeng and papa Reza will wear this shirt," Sean explained again, his eyes sparkled when he said that.
And Ajeng was only able to be naive, again gulping with difficulty.