登入"Rabia."The young girl, who was walking toward the kitchen carrying chubby Bian's dirty laundry, stopped in her tracks and turned around. She quickly replied as soon as she recognized who had called her: the head of the family. "Yes, sir?""You mentioned you lost your important documents because you were mugged?""Yes, sir.""I will help you process new ones. Come to the office this afternoon. I'll have Danu pick you up. You can't be Bian's nanny forever. You're still young, and you can find a better job." Agam closely scrutinized the expression of the girl in front of him, which grew slightly tense when he mentioned 'you can't be Bian's nanny forever.'Bia merely responded with a nod. Even though she hadn't given those documents much thought, hearing someone else say she couldn't stay by Bian's side forever felt like a stab to her heart. Sharp and painful. Bia tried to hide her pain and replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you very much.""Alright. I'll expect you this afternoon." After saying
Mrs. Bimantara felt a deep sense of gratitude in her heart. Because of Bian's presence, Adrian had changed at least a little bit. Even though it was just a start, she hoped her youngest son could open up—both to his family and to others—and loosen up that poker face and locked-tight mouth of his.Meanwhile, the nanny offered only a faint smile. This version of Adrian was so different. He felt like a completely different person, nothing like the man etched in her memory."Oh, Bia, could you hand me this?" The youngest son caught Bia's attention, directing her eyes to the bowl sitting in front of Rosa—the bowl of vegetable soup the handsome young man was pointing at.Rosa held out both hands. "Here, let me hold Bian."The nanny handed the chubby baby over to the lady of the house, bowed to the two Bimantaras before her, and stepped away. Bian remained calm, still looking happy and babbling away to himself. He was clearly in a great mood. The baby entertained himself by playing with his
The clear brown eyes of the chubby baby were already closed shut, his eyelids heavy, though his mouth kept working rhythmically as he sucked milk from the bottle. Yes, the chubby little guy named Bian was finally willing to drink formula now. He didn't reject it anymore. Perhaps he remembered the taste of the formula he used to drink as a supplement to breast milk. He lay flat on his back, his lips puckered out around the nipple of the bottle.Once the bottle was empty and Bian appeared fast asleep, Bia, who was lying beside him, gently pulled the nipple from the baby's mouth and set the empty bottle on the nightstand. She gazed at Bian for a moment, gently stroking the chubby little guy's forehead and landing a soft kiss on his chubby cheek. She loved the baby so deeply. Bia's only priority right now was tracking Bian's growth and development firsthand. Just being close to her baby was more than enough; Bia didn't need anything else.The young woman playing the role of the nanny let
There was no conversation inside the car. Adrian stayed focused on driving, while the young girl sat in the passenger seat beside him. Earlier, right before they left, the youngest son had insisted that Bia sit up front next to him. He felt like a personal chauffeur with her sitting in the back, even if she was holding Bian.The chubby baby wasn't crying anymore either. In fact, he was nodding off, exhausted from throwing a fit and still not getting what he wanted. Bia gently stroked the top of Bian's head, occasionally placing a soft kiss on his forehead. The chubby little guy looked completely cozy wrapped in Bia's care, and between the quiet atmosphere, the car's AC set to a mild temperature, and the rhythmic beat of his mother's heart acting like a lullaby, he drifted into a deep sleep within five minutes of hitting the road.The girl's heart was actually racing. Her breath felt caught in her throat. Still, she did her best to hide it so as not to raise any suspicion. Having Bian
Chapter 8The sound of a crying baby echoed throughout the house, making the Bimantaras, who were relaxing in the living room, stop what they were doing all at once and head toward the source of the noise. Well, the youngest son had to be dragged along by his older brother because he was acting completely indifferent, even though the crying child was his own. Ever since Bia took over caring for Bian, Adrian seemed even more detached. That was why Adnan was so frustrated with him.They arrived in the kitchen to find Bian squirming while they tried to feed him a bottle. Bia looked overwhelmed holding the baby, while Minah tried her best to coax Bian into drinking his milk. However, at almost seven months old, the chubby little guy had gained some weight, making him hard to hold as he thrashed around wildly."Come on, Young Master Bian. Drink your milk first. It's going to get cold, and then it won't taste good!" Minah urged, gently stroking Bian's cheeks as he continued to cry loudly.N
Just as the lady of the house had said, while baby Bian was sleeping, Bia was welcome to help with the household chores. That was exactly what the nanny was doing now. After making sure the chubby little guy was safe and fast asleep, she went to find Sri and asked what she could do. The older woman, who was always exceptionally polite—even toward her fellow staff members—asked the younger girl to tidy up the family room, as the Bimantaras would be coming home soon. They used that room often, so it needed to be cleaned and organized right away.Bia happily obliged. She arranged the sofa cushions, dusted—ah, Minah had briefly shown her how to use the vacuum cleaner earlier. Granted, it was just a quick lesson, since she had never used one before. Bia only knew how to dust manually. But the work was light, and she did a fine job."Oh, Rabia."A voice interrupted the young girl just as she was finishing up in the family room. She was currently organizing books, newspapers, and magazines o







