My babysitter Maduku

My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 127


Next morning.


Mr. Malik woke up from his sleep. He felt something soft being coiled over his six pack stomach. Mr. Malik turned his head and it turned out that Arini's hand was there.


Arini did not even realize that at that time he was hugging the body of Mr. Malik and used the man's burly arms as a retaining head.


Mr. Malik smiled faintly. Although this is the first time, but it does not feel uncomfortable at all. Even he felt very comfortable when Arini hugged him like that.


Slowly Mr. Malik changed his position and raised Arini's hand. He lay on his side and faced Arini, then put the woman's hand back to her waist.


Long enough Mr. Malik maintained his position. Somehow he was so happy to see Arini's face so calm while sleeping. Mr. Malik even forgot that today he had an appointment with his best friend Hasan.


In the middle of that beautiful moment, suddenly the alarm on Arini's phone rang. The alarm that he used to deliberately set to build it so that it is not too late to go to work.


Arini was surprised and opened her eyes. Not only did the alarm surprise him, but the sight before his eyes was no less shocking.


The handsome face of Mr. Malik that still closed his eyes. The man was afraid of being caught wet by Arini and was forced to pretend he was still sleeping.


"Mas Malik?" muttered Arini quietly while watching her position and the man. "Oh, jeez! What have I done?"


Slowly Arini pulled her hand from Mr. Malik's body. "Based on naughty hands! What if Mas Malik sees this? It could be a shame my whole life" he muttered again with a panicked face.


Arini released herself from the man very slowly and then got out of bed. After turning off the alarm on her phone, Arini walked very slowly to the bathroom to clean herself in the room.


After Arini died, Mr. Malik immediately got up and sat on the edge of the bed with a smile. He glanced at Arini's cell phone lying on the nightstand and shook his head slowly.


After completing the bath ritual, Arini did not forget to prepare warm water and toiletries for Mr. Malik. Once everything is ready, he immediately came out of the room using only a towel wrapped around the chest to the top of the knee.


Chequek!


The bathroom door opened and Mr. Malik's gaze immediately fell on Arini. However, it was only for a short while, Mr. Malik immediately turned his gaze in the other direction due to Arini's fairly open look.


"Mas is awake? Do you want a shower? If so, I have prepared warm water for Mas," said Arini with a warm smile.


"Ehm, yeah. Thank you." Thank you." Mr. Malik returned Arini's smile then sauntered towards the bathroom. When passing through Arini, Mr. Malik accidentally saw there was an eyelash attached to the cheek of the woman.


At first Mr. Malik felt it was not important and wanted to ignore it. However, in his heart there was something that stuck if he allowed it. Though Arini can eliminate it himself when he decorated later in front of the mirror.


Lord Malik stopped his steps then turned to look at Arini.


"There is an eyelash on your cheek" said Mr. Malik.


"Huh? Where is it, Mas? In here?"


Arini patted her cheek gently so that the lashes disappeared from her cheek. However, Arini unfortunately patted the wrong side and it made Mr. Malik become itchy. Itching wants to help her remove the lashes.


Mr. Malik walked towards Arini and now he was standing right in front of him. "Here, let me help you."


Slowly Mr. Malik grabbed the eyelashes and then threw them away. He smiled back at Arini after getting rid of her.


"It."


"Thank you, Mum."


"I don't know why, but I think those eyelashes look really annoying. Disturbing your pretty face," he continued as he sauntered back to the bathroom.


Arini smiled broadly. His heart flowered because of the small attention given by Mr. Malik to him.


"Geez, Malik's eyes are so sharp! To that detail he watched me. And what did he say? My pretty face, oh!"


Arini mesem-mesem herself. He even forgot his intention to prepare clothes for Mr. Malik.


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