CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Make Me Your Backrest

Flat object with an apple logo bitten as of an hour ago never out of the reach of Anastasya's hand. Repeatedly he scrolls the screen to call one contact number but is always disconnected. He also continued to check whether there were incoming messages or calls from the number he called. No, no messages or calls connected to his phone.

In the living room he went back and forth, here and there with an anxious face. His daughter Natasya said she wanted to go out for a while but in fact was more than three hours away but had not yet returned. Suppose you can be contacted, Anastasya certainly will not be this golden.

"Where are you, son. Why haven't you come home until now?." Natasha is not usually like this. It is difficult to contact and leave for too long.

"It was me who didn't ask where he had gone when he said goodbye" Anastasya told herself. Natasya said goodbye to go out but did not say where. Anastasya who thinks if her daughter just wants to go out for a while, don't bother. Without further questioning, he immediately gave his permission.

"If I could be contacted, I wouldn't be this happy." Natasha doesn't have many friends in town. So Anastasya was confused about who to ask.

"On Ernest," Anastasya murmured. "Ah, not possible. If you were with Ernest, one of them would have asked me for permission." After all for what his daughter came out with Ernest, and today was not even a working day.

Once again Anastasya checked his personal phone. Sepi, only a special group of flower shop employees who look active.

"Where are you, son."

Anastasya turned towards the glass-lined jade as the sound of the gate seemed to open. Without a ficure, the woman ran to open the main door to see who was coming.

A red luxury sedan entered the gate opened by a security guard. Anastasya sighed, as soon as the iron horse of his daughter had returned.

Anastasya's view was not diverted from the vehicle until it stopped in the garage. Before long the door opened and his daughter's body came out of it. At the other door there was no movement, it was a sign that the princess went home alone.

Of course he went home alone, you want your daughter to bring him home who?.

Anastasya quickly blinked and gathered consciousness. After his mind was wide open he moved towards the princess.

"Tasya, where have you been?."

Natasya who just realized the existence of the mother among them, was surprised. He gasped.

"I'm just looking for some fresh air, Mother."

"Searching for fresh air, all this time?." If only an hour might be reasonable, but this is more than two hours. Doesn't bloating eat air?.

"He em."

"You can't be reached either, I'm worried."

Natasya suddenly reached into something in the bag and took it out.

"My palace is exhausted" Natasya replied, showing her smartphone completely dead.

Anastasya could only sigh deeply.

"Yes, come in and rest" Anastasya told the princess. Natasha had lowered her head and was about to leave in front of her mother. "Tasya, you've eaten" Anastasya asked later.

"So before we came home we had a meal first, Mother. So now I'm still full."

"O, yes, I have. Rest."

"Good, Mommy." Natasha passed away. Refuse the mother's offer and ignore the pain in the stomach. Lying if he is full, the servant of the Rangga residence did prepare a ceremony when he visited. But Natasha refused Rangga's invitation to eat. I don't know at that time he had no taste for food at all.

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A busy work schedule crept through by Ernest and his secretary Natasya. There are several important meeting and lunch with domestic investors that require the two people to move meeting places in one day. Tired, of course. But one that did not escape the sight of Ernest. Natasya looks unfocused and more silent than usual. What is it?.

"Hey, what's wrong?." Ernest's eyebrows shot up, pointing at Natasya like a gesture.

"what's wrong?." The girl asked back.

"What are you doing, why be quiet, you're not excited?." Using formal language such as superiors and subordinates in general?. Huh, passing. Since the tempest of his parents in the past related to make Ernest and Natasya no longer hesitant. They look like friends, even friends.

"So, I'm a little uninspired."

Ernest nodded his head, as if understanding the girl in front of him.

"About what makes you seem so uninspired today. What because of your food?. Didn't we eat cuttings with the best quality meat today or maybe because of your salary?." Ernest was silent for a moment. "Alright, next month your pay will go up by twenty percent." Ernest spoke while playing a cell phone. While Natasya was aghast and shook her head.

"Then about what?."

Natasha closed her eyes for a moment, and now Ernest was looking at her. The man in front of Natasya actually got up and moved. The long chair made the man unrelenting, to drop the body weight right next to Natasya's body.

"Natasha, what's up. Let's tell me." Perhaps the familiarity that has been established lately makes Ernest more comfortable with Natasha and do not hesitate if the girl wants to complain. Silent, the two looked at each other but with lips silenced each other.

Natasha lowered her gaze. For a moment he thought, between wanting to share the story with Ernest or not.

"Natasha."

Ernest's call made Natasya's view again lifted.

"It's about my mother and Mr. Rangga." Finally the words came out of Natasya's mouth. "Then I came to Mr. Rangga's house alone."

Ernest sounded out a deep sigh.

"Then what are you doing there?." Ernest looked at the girl beside him. There's a sense of iba infiltrating the heart's recesses. Seeing Natasya in this complex situation.

"I just want to hear her explanation. I just want to know her reasons for leaving Mom pregnant."

Ernest certainly gasped.

Contain?.

"containing?." Ask Ernest.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ernest fell silent. He did not even know if the mother of Natasya and Uncle Rangga had a baby. Ernest knew that he did have a brother, his father's son with Anastasya named Abigail. But for the son of Anastasya and Rangga, Ernest did not know.

Of course because to Ernest, neither Zara nor Arka explained it in detail. Zara only told Natasya a lot as a lure to be able to meet her mother first.

"Mother always said if Mr. Rangga was a good man, if it was good why he had left Mother. That's always been my question."

"And you got the answer?." Ernest responded. In the end Natasya nodded.

"I think either my mother or Mr. Rangga still have the same taste." Natasya looked at Ernest, now her pair of eyes began to glaze over. The tightness began to fill the chest. "But what about Dad?." Those tears shed. The girl bowed, saving her cries from Ernest.

"Natasha," called Ernest in a soft voice. Spontaneously Ernest's hand touched Natasha's shoulder and then rubbed her slowly. The man knew the girl was grieving. "Calm down. Don't cry, everything's gonna be okay."

Natasya's cry instead subsided but grew louder. Luckily the surrounding conditions were quiet and not a single person passed by. Ernest, who could not help but grab onto Natasha's shoulder and hold her. Natasha was crying in Ernest's arms.

"Calm down, everything's gonna be okay." Natasha is still fighting. His face hid in Ernest's chest of fields wrapped in a suit. Ernest's hand moved, wiping the top of the girl's head and trying to calm her down. "Of course you remember my words a few days ago. Like you, your mother has the right to seek her own happiness. You need a life partner, and so does your mother, Natasya." The words that had come out of Ernest's mouth were now spoken again. The two still hugged, even Natasha felt so comfortable. I don't know, because he was carried away by his feelings even no longer hesitant when hugging his own boss. Luckily the man did not refuse.

"Yes, I know but it still feels heavy for me."

Weight, of course. Especially at the age of the mother who is no longer young. I don't know, why after hearing the story directly from her mother made Natasya haunted by deep anxiety and fear.

"Run first. I'll stand beside you. Make me your backrest, grab my hand so you don't feel scared. I'll testify, if Uncle won't hurt your mother again if given a chance to bet. If you repeat your mistake again, then I am the first person who will eliminate it from the face of this earth with my own hands."

"Sir, what are you saying!."

"I'm not kidding, Natasya. Uncle once said that if you do not get married until this moment because you still love your mother. If given the chance to be together and Uncle still hurts, wouldn't his words just be fake?." Rangga who repeatedly said sorry. Is it still up to the heart to hurt again?. Surely not possible?.

"Then what should I do?."

"Let them, don't prevent them from coming back close. Give them space and a comfortable place to think and introspect themselves from their past mistakes. In the future of course they can think for themselves, between wanting to continue or stop the relationship enough to be friends. How's it?."

Still in Ernest's arms, Natasha thought. Her crying had already subsided, leaving her wet in Ernest's suit.

"Yes, I'll follow your advice."

"Good job, baby." A kiss from Ernest landed on the top of Natasya's head. In the footsteps of Natasha stiffened, of course, Ernest felt. But the man ignored. He is comfortable in this position. Hugging the crying Natasya, calmed her down and was already like a pair of lovers. Ernest chuckled inwardly and smiled faintly in silence.

Tbc.