The Nanny Diaries นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ani ng Yaya sabay turo sa'kin na nakikinig lang sa mga sinusumbong nito sa boss niyang alipungoy. “ a-ako” utal na Saad ko dahil Hindi ko ina-akalang maging instant mommy ako ng Anak ng lalaking stranger dito sa park. marahan namang tumango Ang Yaya nito sabay balik ng tingin sa boss nito na para ba'ng Ang laki ng problema nito dahil na tulala ito. "Mommy!!!!" I heard the child cry, calling me mommy. The nanny was carrying it now, struggling to calm it down as it refused to stop crying. Many people were staring at the child and at us, including the man.

“I wasn’t used to winter despite being in London for years.” “I couldn’t agree more. Anyway, when I review your work experience it was stated here that your first education job was tutor and Nanny. Job reference is Lydia which I know her. By any chance, was your employer was one of those families from Northshire Town? Mga taga-doon kasi ang mga tinuturuan ni Lydia.” “Hindi po sila nakatira sa Northshire Town. Iyong grandparents po ng bata ang nakatira.” “Which one?”

Nag-aalalangan man ngunit tinuloy pa ring gisingin ng isang babae na nasa mid-40's and batang nasa kama. The little girl groaned and opened her pair of big eyes. When she saw her nanny's face she called out, "Nanny Mel?" The woman called Mel, hid the distress in her heart. She could only say, "Wake up, Young lady. Your Mom ordered you to go to the training room." "Can I not go?" "You should go, Young lady. Or your Mom would punish you again." The little girl then propped herself up. Mel carried the little girl into the bathroom to bathe her.

Kunot na kunot ang noo ng lalaki habang nakatitig kay Rence na umiiyak sa litrato. Mahina si Ann na napahalakhak at tiningnan ang note ang na nasa baba noon. ‘First time that I changed Rence’s nappies. It’s gross but he’s my son so I will concede to be his nanny. But only this time. And he’s really cute. He deserves to be my son.’

Maayos pa naman itong tingnan kaya’t pinagtatiyagaan ko pa rin. Isinukbit ko ang bag kong kulay itim na katulad ng aking sapatos ay luma rin. Nasa loob nito ang aking keypad na cellphone at wallet. Bitbit ko rin ang ilan sa mga credentials ko at ang receiving copy ng aking application noong isang buwan. “Ang ganda ganda mo anak. Manang mana ka talaga sa akin,” manghang mangha si nanay nang makita ako. Hindi naman ako katangkaran. Nasa 5’4” ako at dahil sa sapatos kong two inches ang taas ay medyo tumangkad pa ako ng kaunti.

Bigla niyang sinubukang umiwas sa yakap ni Joaquin, ngunit mas hinigpitan nito ang pagkakahawak sa kanyang baywang. Ramdam niya ang init ng palad nito kahit sa ibabaw ng damit. Piliting hindi mamula, pero hindi niya napigilan. Napansin iyon ni Alissa Rosales, kaya lalo itong uminit ang ulo. “Mr. Araniego! Do you even know what kind of woman your so-called nanny is?” “Sinadya niyang sirain ang high heels ko! Para mapalitan niya ako sa banquet! Kaya nahulog ako at nabali ang paa ko!”

“Balita ko kay Pacio ay naging nanny ka raw sa anak ni Eliot?” Tumingin si Meldy kay Pacio. “Paano mo nalaman na naging nanny ako?” Nag-iwas ng tingin si Pacio sabay sabing, “dinalaw kaya kita at sabi ng maid sa mansion e ginawa ka raw nanny ni Elise Santisas.” Napatango si Meldy. “Ah, oo, naging nanny nga ako ng anak ni sir Eliot.” “Uy mag-iingat ka sa batang yun. Masama ugali no’n e.” Sabi ni Butchoy. Kumunot ang noo ni Meldy at tumingin sa kaibigan niya.

Magdamag? “See...” napahinto ako, sabay buntong-hininga. “They don’t need a nanny. They need a father who truly loves them.” “I know. But still, I want you to take care of them,” sagot niya, halata ang desperation. “Why are you so stubborn?” tanong ko. Pagod na pagod na ‘ko. “Work for me. And trust me, you won’t regret it,” aniya, at sa tono niya, seryoso na siya this time.

Yeah, I'm starting to understand why nannies give up this job. Ayokong maglakad, buhatin mo ako! - Siya demanded, stamping kanyang mga paa. Pero Miguel, malaki ka na... Kailangan mong maglakad. - Nagtatalo kami. Kaya hindi ko gagawin! - Tinadyakan niya ang kanyang paa. Nawa'y bigyan ako ng Diyos at ng lahat ng mga banal ng maraming pasensya. Bata pa lang siya...- ulit ko sa sarili ko.

Kinuha ko ang diary at binuklat ito. Dear Diary , It's my 15th birthday today, and I woke up from a nightmare. I dreamt of a woman; she's crying while calling out my name. Gusto ko siyang tulungan pero may pilit humihila sa akin. Then, I saw a lot of blood, I saw a man whose face was covered with black--then I saw in one corner, my mom and dad looking at me. I don't know, but these past few years of my life, this dream keeps on haunting me. There were also fragmented faces na bigla nalang sasagi sa isip ko na hindi ko alam kung sino sino sila. When I went down to the kitchen, nanny Lena and her son who has the same age as I handed me a necklace. Struve said, he found it at the underground sa