CEO Twins And Girls Choice

I'm His Mother And You're His Daughter

"So deep you stare at the face of a man whose age is arguably no longer young. Natasya, don't you like Uncle?." A question slid freely and came out of Rangga's mouth. Inside the study room and there was only himself and Natasya, in fact making the young man desperately ask. Expressing what you see and will feel stuck if it is not issued.

Natasya, someone who was thrown tanya sontak. A pair of eyebrows clinging and put a face full of questions to the Master.

"Well, how?. What do you mean, sir?."

After Rangga's death, the two returned to work. Ernest entered the room as well as Natasya who returned to complete the task behind his desk. But something he secretly noticed continued to disturb the body. He thought he was not calm, due to all kinds of possibilities that he actually created himself. Ernest thought that his Secretary had a special interest in the man who had been called 'Uncle'. His little heart was in revolt, refusing to be silent and asking as much as possible for clarity from the girl who was the source of his grief.

"Do you like Uncle Rangga?."

"Huh?." Meaning?.

"I mean do you have feelings for uncle. Yeah, like the feelings between two opposite-sex people?."

Natasha was proud, not believing. After a moment of confusion in deciphering Ernest's words, now the girl began to understand.

"What, so I mean Mr. I like Mr. Rangga as ..." Natasha hangs up the greeting. It felt amused to itself even if it was just imagining. Himself and Mr. Rangga, my God. "Master, that's not true. You've been wrong."

Ernest chuckles.

"Misunderstood where, obviously I saw you steal Uncle's eyes and it was more than once." Ernest Protest.

"Master, that's right. I was just staring, not staring. After all, where might I like Mr. Rangga, our age alone is very much different."

Ernest clucking.

"Again, age is not a barrier. Is there no saying that love is blind?."

Geez, why go wide everywhere.

"Yes but I'm not blind, I can make old mana and young mana." Natasha started to growl. "Sorry, Sir. You called me for what job. If there's none, then I'm retreating."

"Eh, wait."

Natasya who had lowered her head was about to budge, instantly sighing deeply. He stared at the superior who was still sitting on the oversized chair while one hand was raised intending to stop his departure.

"Last week you have time?."

"Sorry, for the weekend my schedule is full, sir."

Ernest clucking. It must be Natasha's wits.

"All right, you can go." Waving his hands, the well-trained young man invited his Secretary to leave.

"Thank you, sir." A thin smile on his lips, finally Natasya managed to get out of the master's office that made him like a sickly. Introgated and asked to admit mistakes that he did not actually do.

Dassar freak

Natasya only muttered as her body disappeared from Ernest's sight.

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Rangga commented on the smile as soon as he opened the door of the house and found Ernest standing with his arms crossed. I don't know, lately Ernest regularly visited him. Whether it's at home or at the office.

"Good night, Uncle," said Ernest.

"Good night too, my son. Come on in," answered Rangga while opening the door wide, giving Ernest access to enter the house. Sepi, the condition of this large house in fact only inhabited by Rangga and some servants and guards who guard.

"Lately you've been here a lot." Rangga spoke and dropped body weight on the single sofa of the living room.

"Uncle doesn't like it" Ernest seemed to dislike. Paantat who almost touched the sofa, he lifted it again.

"Oh, of course uncle likes it. With your presence eating Uncle is no longer lonely." Hah, Rangga's joke was even taken seriously by Ernest.

Rangga chuckled, Ernest also laughed. Yes, they even look very familiar and fit like a child and Dad.

Rangga began with small talk, trivial things and asked the news of Ernest's father and mother. Busy work makes Rangga almost no time or opportunity to visit the house of his best friend. The last time he visited was at dinner and he met Anastasya.

Rangga was surprised.

"Hey, young man. Whatchu mean?."

"I feel if Natasha .."

"Likes me?."

Ernest nodded and made Rangga open.

"Daasar boy, you're giila!. Natasya, your secretary, she probably likes me. There's just one." Rangga head bobbles. He even choked on his own saliva from laughing too long.

"Well, what's not possible in this day and age, Uncle?."

Rangga looked to be breathing deeply.

"Yes, but your man was the one who should have asked to be straightened out. I'm old, and Natasha, she deserves to be my daughter."

Ernest was silent for a moment.

"So I also had a chance to ask Natasha about this matter?."

"What's his answer then?."

"Natasha denied it and her face looked surprised." Ernest could even still remember what Natasya's face looked like.

"Well if he just denies it, what else is Uncle?." Daasar. "Already, Ernest. It is part of your jealousy. You don't like it when the girl looks at me, you get angry and accuse her of being a no-no. You're jealous, but ashamed to admit."

"Huh." Ernest frowning. What, jealousy he said?.

"Jealous what while we're just not--"

"No dating, you mean?."

Ernest nodded weakly.

"You just haven't realized that you're actually getting interested in him."

Ernest was silent, neither answering nor denying.

"Why, are you confused?." Rangga looked at Ernest who was speechless with a face expression hard to interpret. "Yes, it looks like you're in love but don't realize it."

I don't know. Ernest did not dare to answer. He admitted the interaction between the two was quite close. He also feels comfortable when alone with Natasya. He who was originally cold after the betrayal of Sandara, slowly began to melt and returned friendly as ever. Hoh, right if Natasya had subconsciously changed herself for the better?.

"Why silence?. Are you starting to wake up now?."

"Come, Uncle."

Yes, that's love. Rangga had felt it. But first, when Anastasya filled his days.

"Well, Ernest, without you admitting I already knew you liked Natasya. Looks like for business this time we should work together." Rangga raised his eyebrows, like giving a code.

"Cooperate, you mean?."

Rangga chuckled before replying, "I'm his mother and you're his daughter. We're after women who are Mothers and Children so how can we not be involved in cooperation?."

Ernest was pensive, my god, now not only the young who make love but the old do not want to lose.

"Ok, who's afraid."

Ernest was apparently responding to Uncle's madness. Two men from different generations shook hands. As a sign of agreement if both are involved in one mission. Collaboration in the pursuit of love.

Tbc.