My husband's Autistic
SA CHAPTER 2 Young Master's Nanny

Mia cleared her throat slowly, as she felt a hot aura within the room she was currently tracking. It was not that the AC in the room was dead, but the sharp gaze of several eyes that led to him.

Why have so many people been scanning it since? is there something wrong with his appearance today?

"So you're gonna be my son's nanny?"

Mia nodded awkwardly, the girl trying to smile at the beautiful woman, with her usual appearance yet elegant look, who was currently sitting opposite her.

"Yes Madam, I'm Almia Puspa Dewi. Caregivers chosen by Ibu Ambar from Yayasan Kasih Bunda," said Mia calmly.

More precisely trying to calm down, but in his heart wanted to scream if he did not want to be looked at like that by them.

Mia felt like a fugitive who had just been caught.

"Why do you want to be my son's nanny? not your higher education. You can get a better job than this, a career woman for example?" the woman paused.

"From helping me to take care of January" he continued.

Mia wet her lips for a moment, she had expected that she would be interrogated like this before officially serving as a babysitter named January.

It is only natural that Rajendra's family interrogate him before Mia works. Both parents in January will definitely want to get a professional and experienced babysitter.

Mia was a little insecure with the word experienced. She does not have experience in caring for a special needs child personally. But Mia already has the professionalism of working while she helps Ambar's mother in the foundation.

"There is no excuse for a job, ma'am. Maybe for some people the work I take is not important, but for me - this is such a noble job. May you accept me as the nanny of your son, Madam,"

Mia replied as if, she would not be grounded to soar. And vice versa, Mia spoke as it was - explaining everything that had been in her heart.

"Well, let's prove your seriousness, Miss Almia,"

The Madam was seen coding on one of her servants to get close. From the Madam's eyes, Mia could see how elegant this woman was. Already beautiful, elegant, not alkaline, Mia so impatient to see the Madam's son that she will foster later.

How handsome is January? if her mother was like a Korean actress.

A maroon-red map lay before Mia's eyes. The girl had already convinced herself, slowly Mia grabbed the thing - read it for a moment before Mia put her signature on the stamp.

"You're sure of your decision? don't want to reread?"

Mia shook her head softly, those thin lips were interested in developing a thin and sincere smile.

"I understand, Madam!" sahut Mia sure.

She assures herself, Mia must be sure that she is capable - she will be able to complete her task well. Mia tries not to let the parents of her foster children down.

"Alright, Puri takes caretaker Mia to her room. Let him rest today, because tomorrow morning he has to start his task!" tell The Madam.

"Both Buk! come with me, babysitter Mia!"

Mia nodded slowly and seemed awkward, what else when she saw the Madam being indifferent to her. But Mia ignored, she only needed to prove that she was capable and could.

Mia followed the woman's maid's wide steps, taking her down the hallway of the palace's bathhouse.

While the Madam was big, she seemed to be daydreaming about what she was thinking right now.

"Is the Madam sure that the young girl can handle the Young Master?"

The Madam turned her head, her sharp and flat gaze turning into a wistful and sweet.

"We'll see it later! keep an eye on him as long as I'm not home!"

"Good Mistress!" his fault.

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