Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
REMEMBER YOUR POSITION

"Help me" Aiden asked as she watched Fressia just come out of Tristan's bedroom.

Fressia follows Aiden's footsteps and turns into Aiden's bedroom. Aiden immediately undressed and there was a wound on both arms back to bleed.

Fressia directly walked towards the cupboard where the medicine box was stored. He picked it up and walked back to Aiden. He cleaned Aiden's wounds again with cotton and alcohol. Fressia believes her employer must not have kept the wound well until it came back to bleed. Unknowingly, Fressia pressed the injured part of Aiden's arm.

"Bychh!!! You intentionally did! Can't you slow down? I'll fire you if you do that again" Aiden said.

He even thought that Fressia was the eye that his enemy had thrust into his home. But when he saw how close Tristan was to Fressia, he tried to dismiss his assumption.

Actually Aiden also felt annoyed at Fressia. His son looked so close to his nanny, he could even laugh freely together. While with him, Pakistan rarely can be like that.

"Already, sir," said Fressia after finishing bandaging on both arms of Aiden.

"Come out, I want to be alone" Aiden ordered.

"Well, sir," Fressia put the medicine box back in the closet, then out of Aiden's bedroom.

Fressia again walked to Tristan's bedroom to check on her foster child once more, before Fressia herself returned to her bedroom.

Ceklekk ...

Fressia opens the door to Tristan's bedroom. He knitted his eyebrows together when he could not find Tristan on his bed.

"Where is he?" mummy Fressia.

Fressia enters Tristan's room to find the boy. He opened the bathroom door, but Tristan wasn't inside either.

At first glance he felt a gust of wind and it turned out that the balcony door was open, Fressia rushed to step to close it.

"Tristan?" said Fressia when she saw Tristan sitting on one of the balcony chairs. Tristan turned to Fressia and looked a little water at the end of Tristan's eyes.

"Hey, what's up?" Fressia clasped Tristan's hand and invited him into the room, "We're in, yes, it's cold outside."

Fressia took Tristan up to the bed and asked her to lie down and covered her, while Fressia sat down and leaned on the headboard.

"Tell Aunty, what are you thinking?" ask Fressia.

"I didn't think of anything. I just can't sleep" replied Tristan.

"Pearly tristan. Aunty has not been your nanny for a long time, but a little Aunty knows that something is troubling you right now. Let's go tell Aunty. Many people say that with us telling stories, then the burden in our hearts will be released even if only a little," said Fressia.

"Aunty, I ...," Tristan seemed hesitant to say.

"Say, Aunty is listening."

"In school there will be a football league. I'd love to come, but ...," Tristan stopped.

"But why?"

"Old people should come too. I can't ask Daddy to come. Aunty knew that Daddy was very busy, even to just eat or play with me he had no time. I don't want to be ridiculed by my friend anymore" Tristan replied.

"Sleep first, Aunty's gonna help you talk to Daddy, okay" Fressia tries to persuade Tristan to put the boy to bed. Fressia doesn't want the kid to get sleepy tomorrow.

"Yes, baby."

"Will Aunty accompany me to that football league?" ask Tristan.

"Aunty will accompany you, don't worry."

"But I want to introduce Aunty as my Mommy, can ya?" pinta Tristan in a soft voice.

"Aunty will accompany you, Tris. But if you're introducing Aunty as your Mommy, Aunty doesn't think so."

"Aunty won't?" a small stuffing began to sound and over time Tristan's tears just shed on both cheeks, making Fressia's heart as if torn when she saw her foster child began to cry.

"They're definitely gonna make fun of me again because I don't have Mommy. I ... I ..," now Tristan's cry is getting louder, making Fressia again walk closer to Tristan.

"All right, all right, Aunty wants to. But only for that event, yes" said Fressia.

A smile was now seen on Tristan's face, making Fressia hug him tightly and stroke his back.

"Now go to sleep, okay," Fressia kissed Tristan on the forehead and tidied up the blanket. He turned on the sleeping lights and turned off the headlights.

Fressia opened the door, then closed it slowly. He did not want to disturb Tristan's calm. As he twisted his body, he was startled by Aiden who was already standing behind him. Fressia instantly held onto her chest, where her heart was beating very quickly in shock.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" fressia asked as she held onto her chest.

Not answering Fressia's question, Aiden stepped into his own bedroom.

"Master, can we talk for a second? There's something I have to say" Fressia asked Aiden.

Aiden stopped his steps, then turned towards the living room. He sat on one of the sofas there.

"Now tell me what you want to talk about" Aiden said.

"Sir, I apologized earlier. It is not my intention to be presumptuous to say this, but ... can you take a little time to accompany Tristan? Soon his school will hold a football league and he wants you to be there with him" said Fressia.

"I heard everything he said" said Aiden.

Fressia fell silent then frowned both of her eyebrows. He waited further from his employer's remark, but it turned out that Aiden was just silent, even intending to return to his bedroom.

"Sir, are you not ..."

Aiden let out a slow sigh and then turned towards Fressia.

"I'll accompany him to the event. You don't worry, I'm not a bad Daddy and will let my son be ridiculed by his friends" Aiden said.

"Thank you, sir," said Fressia.

"You don't have to thank me, it's my job. And as for Tristan's request of you, do it. But still remember your position in this house," said Aiden who continued his steps towards the bedroom.

Thank you, Mister. I will always remember where I am. I am the nanny of Tristan and will neither fantasize nor hope to be a great Mistress - the inner Fressia.

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