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Nanny for My Own Child Chapter 8
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
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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
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Sri, who acted almost like a head housekeeper—was she just polite by nature, or did she treat all her fellow staff this way? Hard to say—left the nanny and baby Bian, who let out a wide yawn. The chubby little guy seemed to be waking up, his sleepy eyes blinking before he snuggled closer to the body he recognized as his mother's."Time for a bath, Bian." Bia walked into the bathroom. She undressed the baby completely, making Bian shiver slightly. Before lowering the chubby little guy into his bath, she cupped some water in her hand and gently rubbed it onto his skin so he wouldn't be startled by the water temperature.Once he was ready, Bia placed the baby into the tub. Surprisingly, Bian didn't cry at all. The pinchable chubby guy—realizing he was in the water—seemed to instantly snap out of his sleepiness. His hands splashed around, sending water spraying onto Bia. "That's right, Bian is taking a bath. How is it? Are you having fun? It's not cold, right?" she talked to the baby, rec
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Baby Bian's crying suddenly eased—while he didn't stop completely, his loud, ear-piercing wails softened to mere whimpers. Just normal little hiccups and sobs. The baby in the lady of the house's arms began squirming again, this time straining forward, reaching out with both hands toward Bia."Hng! Hng! Hng!" the chubby little guy grunted, his eyes fixed on the young girl, desperate to grab the person he had been looking for all along.Bia's heart melted. Truly."M-May I hold him, ma'am?" Bia asked, her eyes glistening. She was thankful the room was dimly lit so Rosa wouldn't notice her tear-filled eyes.Seeing Bian reaching for the nanny like that, Rosa had no choice but to hand the chubby little guy over to Bia. And like magic, Bian stopped crying instantly. The baby nuzzled his face straight into Bia's chest. Unbeknownst to Rosa, as he cuddled in the girl's arms, Bian began rooting around her chest with his mouth. The nineteen-year-old girl flinched slightly at the sensation."S-So
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"This is your room," the eldest Bimantara son said as he opened a door, revealing a room fully furnished with a bed, a wardrobe, and a few other standard bedroom amenities. "You can start work tomorrow morning. For now, get some rest," he added."Um, sir," Bia sounded hesitant, "what about Bian?"Ah, that little baby...Adnan had felt a bit sorry for him earlier, as Bian cried loudly when separated from the girl who was about to become his nanny. It was as if he refused to be kept away from Bia. His tears had made everyone nearby feel heartbroken for him. Still, they couldn't just hand Bian over to her care right away. At the very least, they had to wait until her official work hours started.Even though the chubby little guy eventually fell asleep from crying so hard, a quiet stillness settled over everyone until the head of the family spoke up, asking Adnan to show Bia to her room. After all, it was late and time to turn in."Well... all I can say is that Bian will be fine. Besides.
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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
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