Babysitter Cougar [COMPLETE]

Chapter 6 page 1 - Getting Caught

2002

I think binging on the myriad of entertainment available at Saint's home commensurate with what I do around this apartment because I've been employed to do more of a nanny job beyond my babysitting services we both agreed upon. And Dad has reservations on my frequent visits to Freesia Court especially when my grades are at plateau; they're not declining but not impressive either.

"His mom should hire a proper caretaker instead of engaging on a cheap child labour like this," Dad once opined. "You have SPM exam coming up, that's your top priority."

"I think doing revisions at Freesia Court is better than anywhere," I replied frankly. "They've cosy study room and Saint doesn't bother me much."

"Really? Your grades are telling me otherwise," he threw a scornful look before continued, "I don't raise you to become a governess. I raise you to be a cash cow."

I asked my Commerce teacher the meaning of 'cash cow' the next day and she looked at me awestruck, like I just graduated from Harvard Business School. It just means that my siblings and I are an investment to our parents and it's implied without saying. It's understood that working adult offspring have to be responsible for supporting their elderly parents. It's in our culture. And it's common for single adults to live with their parents (unless they own a house or work outstation) making them the breadwinner of the family. When they're married, their responsibilities doubled for two homes.

I foresee my siblings had become what Dad desired; Kay's about to complete his Preparation Program for a placement in Meiji University Japan, while my younger sister Maheera's exceptional PMR results gave her an opportunity to enrol for International Baccalaureate Diploma Programme at Tunku Kurshiah College (TKC), the boarding school where she currently studies. And soon, they'll land themselves a working professionals job and be able to support Mom and Dad for their sustenance after their retirement in the future.

Whereas, I see myself as the black sheep, a loss-leader to my parents. And boy, how Dad loves to compare me with them, "You're 17, Maheera's 16 but she's already gearing up for Diploma. Where do you stand now?", "Do you think you can top Kay's 4-flat score?"

I guess Freesia Court is just an excuse to break away from Dad's grunting, not really much of babysitting Saint. As my eyes remain fixed at the TV screen, observing Christina Aguilera twerking, twirling her butt in her 'Dirrty' music video on Channel [V], I secretly wish for her life away from this reality.

Suddenly, this secret craving starts to unfurl into my imagination from being an 'A' star celebrity to making out with Hidestoshi Nakata, the most talked Japanese midfielder in World Cup 2002.

My imagination runs astray when Nakata emerges out of nowhere in front of me, pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. My breath stops by his movement while letting him bend down towards me for a kiss. Nakata's a terrific kisser and he knows how to guide my untouched lips with his. I feel his cold fingers touching my neck down to my growing cleavage and I jolt in tingling sensation –

"What are you doing?" Saint pops from the corner of the room and looks at me with astonishment. I startle, recovering myself from daydreaming while fastening the first couple of buttons on my shirt.

"Nothing," I deny but the warmth of my body that travels through my cheeks has given away. "It's not what you think it is."

Saint tilts his head and leers at me slyly. "How do you know what was I thinking about?"

Damn! I curse and kick myself. I should have stopped at 'nothing'.

"Were you touching yourself?" his curiosity is prompting. I instantly regret telling him to make friends with older kids in order to gain immunity. Look where it got him, the concept of sex shouldn't be explored or known by a nine-year-old.

"It's nothing, Saint. Just drop it," I evade my eyes away from his, shifting my gaze towards the TV screen.

"If it's nothing, then why are you all red?"

"It's hot in here," I lie again.

"But this room is fully air conditioned. How can it be hot?" he finally corners me.

"Well, I –"

"You're trying to play with yourself!" he declares before storming out the TV hall. "I'm telling mommy when she comes back!"

"Hussaini Mohammadi-Connor, stop!" I frantically got up and rushed for him around the house. It's too late now, Saint is going to tell Sabina and I'm going to lose this job and my current privilege, all this because of Xtina's saucy, uncensored video. This incident shall be irretrievably imprinted in our minds.

SPM is a national examination taken by all Form 5 (final year high school/secondary school) students in Malaysia.

PMR is Malaysian public examination taken by all Form 3 students (15 year olds predominantly).

The term 4-flat above means scoring CGPA 4.00, very commonly used among Malaysians.

I'm curious. Have you ever get caught by your family members for doing naughty (not limit to kinky) things? 😜

By the way, this is Hidetoshi Nakata, lucky number 7.

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