Nanny Dearest

Chapter Twenty One Poker Face

Marya

MARYA.

I was pulled out of my thoughts standing in the middle of the entrance to come in the manor with the brush half way in Makar almost knotted hair. 

“If you would of let me brush your hair yesterday you know this wouldn’t be happening right?” I asked and I got a side eye from the boy before he stop making eye contact looking somewhere else. “I’m right.” We are getting ready for parents teacher conference and apparently Mr.Nikiforov had few things to take care of. So that just either mean he's running late or not gonna show at all. 

I stared at Makar hair for a little while before brushing his hair again but was greeted with a hiss.

"Ow you brush my ear." He whine leaning back on me and I pushed him up some quickly putting a ponytail in his hair since he's being antsy. 

"I told you to hold still." I smile at Makar and get turned around facing me rubbing his ear.

"It's not funny." He pouted and I rolled my eyes shaking my head. 

"Did I laugh?" I asked plucking his forehead and he huffed.

"Child fix your face." I pinch his cheek a little trying to fix his little frown. Makar frown change into his natural smile, I put my hand on his back pushing him a little out the door as I follow before closing the front door.

"I don't understand the point why I have to come back with you." Makar randomly comment jumping off the steps looking back at me.

"Because." I pause for a second because I really don't have answer. A smile grace my lips for a minute as I walk to the car that one of the guards was standing with the car door open waiting for us. "What happened if a teacher lie about your behavior? You not there to call them out." I raise an eyebrow looking at him and his face looked shock.

"They can't fucking lie that's illegal." He said as we get in the car buckling up.

"Swearing in front of me is illegal." I gave him a look at he laugh saying sorry. "Mhm where you learn that language from anyway Mr." I tease as I turned my head looking out the window while the driver pulled off.

"My Dad." The boy shrugged.

Make sense wouldn't even doubt that.

"Hm, don't swear in front of adults it's disrespectful love." I said turning my attention towards Makar and he was on his Nintendo switch and I blink at him, where did he get that because he didn't have that in his hand. I pointed at it causing him to look at me and point at the bookbag. "Homework?" 

"Half of day, no Homework." He said and I nod my head looking back out the window. "I won't curse I'm front of you or any nice adults but if they like Zoya then they a bit-" I quickly put my middle finger and thumb together was about to pluck Makar but he laugh cutting himself off. I smile shaking my head fixing some of his hair, he had some fly aways.

"You play to much." I said and with that we continue our conversation, it was nice especially since he talk about the switch and telling me who was his favorite person to pick when playing Mario kart. Its Link by the way.

We arrived to his school pulling up as the car came to a stop and the driver got out walking over to my side and opened the car door for me as I got out. I look back at Makar to see him so focus on the game I clear my throat and he looked up getting out and standing beside me.

"You ready or do I have to wait till you done playing your game?" I asked and he shook his head no giving the switch to the driver and grab my hand pulling me making me speed walk towards the entrance of the building. We walk in to see a few parents and students at table but what instantly caught my attention was Mr.Nikiforov. He was being crowded a bit from some of the parents and by some I'm looking at what I assumed are single mothers. He looked my way and I quickly shift my eyes towards Makar who was ...not beside me. I panic for a split second before letting out a sigh seeing him looking at one of the kids art they have displayed in the entrance. He look over at me and pointed at the painting, I walk over and started to look at it. It was nice picture for a 7 year old not that bad to be honest, Makar drew what's look like the manor. I smile that he tried his best when it came to detail. He reached up and point.