Nanny for My Own Child

Abian Bimantara. Your son, Adrian Bimantara.Okay. Talk about a shocker.“Huh?!” Every member of the Bimantara family gaped in unison after reading the single line written on a piece of paper they found inside a box. Right there in that box, resting on their front porch, was a chubby, fair-skinned baby boy.The senior Mr. And Mrs. Bimantara, along with their eldest son, instantly turned their gaze toward the youngest, who was right there at the scene of the crime, giving him bewildered and suspicious looks.Adrian Bimantara was known as a quiet guy. Even so, from childhood into adulthood, he had never done anything to bring scandal upon the family. He was an obedient, devoted son who always prioritized his education until he successfully earned a managerial seat at the family company. He simply didn’t have the time—or much interest—to get romantically involved with anyone.You could say the youngest was far more focused on his career than on starting a relationship. Even though plenty

The loud chime of the doorbell echoed throughout the whole house. It didn't take long for the main door to swing open, revealing a middle-aged woman standing behind it."Good evening. Welcome to the Bimantara residence," the middle-aged woman greeted respectfully, looking much like a receptionist at an office building. "Who are you here to see?" she asked politely.The girl with her hair in a single ponytail nodded awkwardly. "G-Good evening. I-I'm here to see the homeowner. I heard they're looking for a babysitter, so I came to apply.""Please, come in. I'll go get the hosts," the middle-aged woman said, stepping aside slightly to leave a gap at the door.The young-looking girl nodded again and stepped inside, adjusting the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder as she walked past the middle-aged woman—who was likely a housekeeper or maid, though she couldn't be sure. She was invited to sit on a sofa in the living room while the woman disappeared down a hallway, presumably to call