CEO Twins And Girls Choice

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"Mother, I'm home!." The shrill voice of Natasya resounded in Anastasya's study. His daughter's face was glowing after a few days of vacation. Anastasya frowned, observing the appearance of the princess from head to toe. It can be ascertained if the girl immediately stopped by the flower koto and did not go home first.

"Mother, I miss you" whined Natasya who ran and hugged her mother.

"Oh, really," Anaatasya tease which makes the princess' lips pursed.

"Huh, why do you say that, you don't believe me?." Still with his face bent, Natasha's hands continued to roll on his body and hug his mother.

Anastasya. He should gently shoulder the princess and then say, "Yes, I really believe that this lovely girl misses you."

"Yes." Yeah." Natasya exclaimed happily. The white girl distanced herself and chose to sit in the chair in front of her.

"Tasya, don't you go straight home?."

The girl shook her head.

"Karna misses Mom too much so I decided to come here right away. My stuff is down there too." Natasya swept a glance around. Ah, he misses this room enough. Before working for Ernest, every day in this place he will work, helping the Mother is also another employee who works at Natasha Flowers. "Mom, I miss this room." Finally the sentence came out of Natasya's lips.

"Why are you tired of your new job?." Oh, not new, rather. But if compared to taking care of the flower shop, then becoming Secretary Ernest is a new job for him.

"Ah, this Mother. That's not what I mean." Indeed, he admitted. During her work she only had a weekend to relax at home. But fatigue that often hit make him only spend time off just inside the house and he did not have time just to visit the flower shop and greet the workers. "I love my job which now also always misses the flower shop Mother," continued Natasya.

"Mom think you're getting bored." Anastasya chuckled, like he was teasing the princess.

Natasha was silent, suddenly she remembered the hand that Ernest had given her to her mother.

"Mother, wait a minute. I'll be back after taking something downstairs." Natasya quickly ran outside the room even before Anastasya had a chance to speak. In her place, the woman shook her head due to the actions of the princess who was still like a child.

"Mom think only your age increases but your maturity, seems to grow quite slowly." Anastasya chuckled at his own words. That's how a child is. Whatever her age, she is still her parents' little daughter.

The sound of the feet getting closer. Anastasya believes the move belongs to his daughter. The woman gave a smile while guessing the princess would come with what.

"I forgot, maybe Tasya took the cake and warm drinks below" Anastasya murmured. Like their routine activities in the store in the afternoon. The mother and child would sit in the study room and enjoy a cup of tea and a piece of cake in between warm conversation.

"Mother." The door of the room opened again. The princess's face appeared but the woman frowned when something in the princess's hand grabbed her attention.

"Tasya, what are you carrying?." There were some paper bags in the hands of the princess. But Anastasya is convinced that her daughter is not carrying a cake.

"By-by."

"By-by." Anastasya. While his gaze remained fixed on the paper bag in the hands of the princess.

"Yes" replied Natasha. He approached her and stood before her. Some of the paper bags he held moved into the hands of the mother. "This is from Mr. Ernest to Mother. Bag and some clothes. Mr. Ernest said, in addition to Mother, he also bought it for his mother." The smile on Natasya's lips was engraved, but Anastasya's face suddenly paled. Paper bag that has been in the hand just fell by itself. Natasha gasped, she ridgeed the things that were falling on the floor with an erratic mind.

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As a mother, of course Zara can feel the difference in her son in terms of both positive and negative. Never heartbroken, ever laughed at and ever betrayed. Some of the life processes experienced by Ernest not long ago, make Zara able to read the mood of the baby lately.

That fierce face and flat expression, now began to smile a lot. Mouth that a few months did not talk much, suddenly chatty. So did the face, the gloomy aura of the overcast nam, slowly began to radiate and shine as bright as the sun. Zara had guessed, what a big thing that made her son seem to return in the days before being hurt by Sandara.

Don't-don't you?.

"Hi Boy," said Zara. This afternoon when he saw his son sitting alone in the study, he joined. It seemed like he needed to interrogate the son, regarding the positive changes the young man had been going through lately.

"Hi, Mother," Ernest replied with smiling lips.

Zara praised Ernest inwardly. Although the long hair that Ernest has makes it a little messy, believe me, Ernest's good looks are still not inferior to his twin brother, Erich.

For a while Zara lured Ernest in with another talk. About work, new business to be developed, and after the man was bored, then Zara nudged about Natasya.

"Last night I saw your new secretary up close. She is very beautiful yes," said Zara like deliberately provoking the son to voice the contents of his mind.

"Yes, Natasya is beautiful." Although it sounded soft but Zara could hear. When the woman glanced, the son was misbehaved and quickly turned his eyes away. Zara certainly laughed in her heart. Duh, it's funny to see his son shy like this.

"You two look familiar."

Ernest seemed to be sighing.

"Like a boss and a Secretary, familiarity is important, Mother. Especially when it comes to work. The closeness between us is indeed a demand that the working relationship between us is always maintained."

Yes, Zara nodded as a gesture of justification.

"Yes, the relationship between the boss and his workers is important, and I know that." But that's not what Zara's problem is. "Like Sandara was, did your new secretary get through the selection?." As some people know, Sandara used to serve as Ernest's personal secretary did not use the selection path at all. Ernest who continued to be pregnant at that time deliberately asked Sandara to accompany even though the girl did not have qualified work experience.

"Of course he passed many tests, until he was elected Secretary. He is smart and smart to carry himself. Do you know, it was Emely who offered him the job. Natasha is Emely's friend." Beyond a doubt, Zara had thought that Ernest would be angry if he had discussed Sandara, but now?. Ernest has changed. Ernest is back. But what was that?.

Emelys?

"Emely?."

"Yes, Emely."

"Indeed she's Emely's friend, but why didn't you ever see her?." Of the many friends of her youngest daughter, it seems that Zara never saw Natasya. Is it possible if the girl is his daughter's college friend?.

"No. He is a friend of Emely's but has never been home. She also finished college and was no longer a student like Emely." Ernest explained.

"Then?."

"Does Mom remember when Erich was on vacation at home on his honeymoon?." Ernest's words suddenly make Zara open the memory of a few months ago when Erich and Isabel came to visit.

I can't remember.

"Okay, but what's the connection?."

"It was Erich's request that Emely be reunited with Natasya. Almost every day Erich told his sister to buy flowers as a gift for his wife. It was Emely who was in the fog to find flowers according to Erich's wishes." Ernest paused while Zara focused on listening. "Through a friend finally a sister found a flower shop, which apparently belonged to Natasya's family. They eventually became friends because Emely often bought flowers at Natasya's store."

Saliva Zara is stuck.

What, a flower shop?.

"You mean, Natasya's got a flower shop?."

"Yes, not Natasya but rather, her mother. Do you know, the faces of Natasya and her mother are so similar. Trunk splintered in two. They're both beautiful."

Zara swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

Wha what?. Like Anastasya and the flower shop?.

Tbc.