CEO Twins And Girls Choice

My mother, my Hero

Natasya smiled happily after receiving a phone call from Ernest's Assistant who gave the news that he was the one who was elected as Ernest Surya Atmadja's personal secretary.

The girl kept her phone on the nightstand, half-running it towards the walk in closet to choose what would be suitable for her meeting with the boss tomorrow.

"Which is it," murmured Tasya. He thought with his eyes fixed on the neatly arranged clothes in front of him.

Tasya certainly confused considering this for the first time he worked especially in large companies as well.

"I have to find clothes that fit and are polite." Tasya still continues to circulate his views throughout the clothes he has. He often sees office workers who look neat with their own clothing styles. There are those who like to wear a pres body skirt, there are also those who are more comfortable wearing material pants. What should she wear?.

"Em, nah. What if this is it." Tasya smiled happily. Looks like he has found the right clothes to wear tomorrow. Hopefully, this is a good start for his fate for the future.

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"Mother, I got accepted to work at the Atmadja group company."

"Uhuk." Anastasya. A spoonful of rice that had just entered the mouth, splashed out. The woman was shocked when the princess gave her news that she did not want to hear.

"Mother, slow down." Tasya put a glass of water to drink by the mother. The girl even got up to gently pat the choking mother on the back.

Tasya returned to her seat after making sure she was okay. She was overcome with worry when she saw the face of the mother who seemed to have a lot of burden. Is his mother thinking about something?. Tasya also does not know for sure. But since he asked permission to work at the company Atmadja group, Anastasya became more silent and not as happy as usual.

"Mom's okay?." Natasha once again asked to further confirm her prejudice.

"Of course, honey. As you can see, I'm fine. Mother was choking just because she was holding back her cough," Anastasya said so as not to imply curiosity in the mind of the princess, as well as she did not want if Natasya worried about her.

"O, I see," Tasya replied, nodding his head. Even though he seemed unsure of the answer given by the mother.

"You said earlier if you got accepted to work at the Atmadja group. Well, I'm so glad to hear that. Congratulations daughter. I will always support whatever you want. If Tasya's happy, then I'll be happy." Such is the heart of a mother. Anastasya who now plays the role of a single parent for Natasya, wholeheartedly supports the wishes of the princess origin still hold fast to her limits by maintaining and maintaining the honor of her parents.

"Yes, Mother. Thanks though. All thanks also to the heartfelt prayer from Mother." Natasha looked at the woman in front of her. Mom, hero. Although no longer have a father, but Anastasya can be a strong woman who has the role of a Mother as well as a Father for her.

"And you're gonna work with?."

"Mr Ernest Surya Atmadja, he is one of the twin grandchildren of Mr. Atmadja."

Again Anastasya swallowed the saliva with great difficulty. Is the twin son the princess refers to is one of the sons of Arkana Surya Atmadja, her ex-husband. Cold sweat begins to drip on the temples. Anastasya's mood suddenly was was was and erratic.

On the prayer rug that unfolds, in his prayer Anastasya several times pleaded with the creator in each prostration, so that the princess did not pass the test in any form on the Atmadja group.

Let him have a curse, if the princess hears his prayers. However, one thing is certain, he did everything because he did not want his daughter to be in the circle of life with the Atmadja family.

Namu, at this moment also a reality as if slapping his consciousness. Prayers that are always offered, not granted.

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"Mother, how do I look, is it neat?." Natasya stood up, asking for an assessment from the mother for how to dress her.

This morning Natasya looks charming with a salem-colored bleser that she combined with a black span skirt like a knee that is wrapped right in her slender body.

His long hair he let loose. Soft and falling on his back.

Anastasya smiled. He recognizes the beautiful face of the princess who controls more of her genes than Kenan, the husband. The woman held out her two thumbs.

"Nearly perfect, baby."

"Mom sure?." Natasha herself was unsure of her appearance. He lacks confidence.

"Related. After all, these clothes are polite and you also look comfortable wearing them, so what else is there to doubt?."

Natasya grimaces. Yes, it is also true of the mother. The important thing is that these clothes are polite and comfortable for him.

"Okay, Mom, I'm leaving. Pray for Mom." Natasya cheered on the mother and kissed the back of the hand of the woman who had given birth to her.

"Do'a I'm always in your step, son. Be careful." Anastasya let go of the princess with a feeling that, I don't know. It is hard to say what else is being explained.

Seeing the princess look like this, as if twisting his memory in a few years ago when he had just set foot into a big city to find a job.

Perih and bitter life seemed to force Anastasya to hold back the steps of the princess to work. However, as a parent he should not be wallowed in the fear of the past which actually boomerang for the future of his daughter later.

May your fate be better than your mother's, son. Be happy because you deserve to be happy.

Tbc.