CEO Twins And Girls Choice

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Relieved, Zara felt after her desire to talk to Natasya, fulfilled. I don't know what kind of reaction the girl in the future to him after the conversation, but certainly he also hopes that the daughter of Natasya will not hate him. He just wants, Natasya to be a bridge to restore the good relationship between himself and Anastasya as before even though he had not met for a very long time.

When I had just changed clothes after cleaning myself, the mother of the three children remembered something.

"Ernest's clothes, I haven't even given them yet" Zara murmured. His son who is quite busy lately makes the two rarely meet. Ernest sometimes came home late at night when his mother was asleep.

After searching for the existence of a paper bag containing the clothes of the son, Zara stepped into the son's room. It's lucky this weekend and Ernest seems to still be home.

"Ernest" Zara called with a knock on the door. There is no reason to make the woman do the same. Knock and knock on the door until it opens.

"Mother?." Ernest opened the door. The handsome man was rubbing his hair with a towel.

"You're out of the shower, I'm sorry I bothered you." Zara looked gently at the son. Once there was a gap, the woman went straight inside her son. It's not good to talk outside.

"Mom, what's wrong?." Ernest asked while his hands were still busy drying his long hair. Actually he had caught something brought by the mother but did not know what it contained.

"Here, some time ago mom bought clothes, just had time to give it to you."

"Dress?."

"Yes" answered the mother, holding out the paper bag to the son. "Open up" he said later.

The son received the object accompanied by a smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Sama-sama, and I hope you like it too." Zara observed the son who began to open the packaging and took out a shirt and trousers of material from a paper bag.

"Come, try. I want to see what the outcome will be."

Not wanting to disappoint the Mother, Ernest quickly went to the clothing room to try a stel of clothes given by the Mother. For matters of clothing style, Zara did not hesitate to intervene to help her son. They had their clubs dikusi and Zara herself was well versed with the dressing taste of the son.

Countless clothing Zara chose for her son, either formal or non-formal. If in the past he was only busy with Arka clothes, when his daughter's son was present, Zara's duties increased. Luckily, both the husband and daughter Zara's son never protested and were happy because they considered it a form of attention. After all Zara has a classy sense of Fashion. He is adept at matching superiors and subordinates, to look fit and not impressed tacky. From there his baby like to depend if dealing with appearance and can always rely on his mother. While Erich already has Isabel, it seems that he no longer needs his mother for the business.

"Wow." Zara looked in admiration at the son who had just walked out of the clothes room. "I've guessed, by size and motive, that shirt does fit you."

"really?." As soon as he got the praise, Ernest returned to the mirror, seeing his appearance once again with a non-formal stelan given by his mother. His hair gondrong is still half dry, he binds the origin of the increasingly increasing levels of good looks of the second son of the couple Arka and Zara.

"Of course," Zara replied without hesitation. "Natasya is indeed smart in terms of choosing," continued Zara still staring at the son.

Ernest gasped as the name Natasya was called.

"Natasha, you mean?."

"Yes, the clothes you're wearing are Natasya's choice. Because a few days ago we met at the Mall, Mom who was having a hard time choosing clothes for you then asked her for help, and as you can see. Natasya's choice does look right on your body."

Finding the reaction she had imagined, Zara could only smile. Hem, has it been unnoticed or not, his son began to be interested in the girl who is his personal secretary?.

Zara herself does not know for sure, but when viewed from facial expressions that seem excessive. Could it be that his son did indeed like the daughter of Anastasya?.

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Natasha was tidying up the last map on the table when someone from behind came to say hello.

"Natasya, is it time for lunch?." The baritone voice that was very familiar to Natasya, swept the sense of hearing. The girl immediately got up and lowered her head.

"Good, Sir."

Ernest, the man who owned the baritone voice, led the way, towards the company's top-notch dining room while Natasya tailed behind.

It had become a daily routine, Natasha would accompany Ernest to eat and talk. They always eat the same food. At first, due to Natasya's fear, she simply followed and ordered the food that Ernest had eaten. However, it was unwittingly turned into a habit. Ernest doesn't mind. After all, they were both human, so it was only natural that Natasha liked the food that was always the same as her.

"Natasha" called Ernest after a few minutes of staring intently at the girl. While the girl he was looking at was unaware. He was busy feeding and chewing his food without looking around.

"Yes, sir." The girl called his name, gasped. He quickly placed the spoon and fork on the plate and wiped the corners of his lips with a sheet of tissue.

"Hey, why do we snack on your food. Just spend. You know, it's not good to leave the dinner table but still leave the dishes on your plate, even if it's just a grain of rice."

Natasya gulped. He striated on Ernest's visible, clean dinner plate. Yes, Natasya admitted, Ernest would not rise from the dinner table before the dish on his plate was clean without rest. Different from her own self... Huhhhh..

"It's not finished, I was just surprised as soon as you called," Natasya said with a clumsy smile.

"Let's go ahead, finish your meal before your pet father dies."

Natasya. Not funny, anyway at home he does not keep chickens. The girl went back to eating with Ernest paying attention.

"Thank you for the clothes you chose for me."

Natasya stopped the bribe. It was Ernest's gaze that seemed to be staring at him as well.

"Clothes, you mean the clothes Mrs Zara bought for you?."

"Yes, of course, didn't you choose it?." If Ernest smiled faintly, it was different from Natasya who looked nervous. Duh, in his heart he cursed Madame Zara who was too honest with her son.

"Sorry, if it's presumptuous. I was just trying to help the Mistress who seemed to be confused." The Hadith itself is not sure of its choice. He was afraid if the clothes did not fit or look old-fashioned in the eyes of the boss.

"Why apologize?. Anyway, I like it." Natasya gasped, she now looked at Ernest. While the one in the glare. He quickly cleared his throat and threw away the view. "Em, I mean, I like your choice. Fitting in the body with a motive to my liking." Ernest neutralized even an irregular heartbeat with a roar of breath and eye sight. For whatever reason, he was nervous. In his heart he cursed. Why the old disease relapsed when faced with Natasya. He has not had an attack like this for a long time. The last time he experienced when Sandara suddenly kissed his cheek when the two were still not dating.

Tbc.