CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Dinner Invitation Part. 2

This afternoon Anastasya came home from the flower shop earlier than usual. After checking the stock of flowers and reading reports of the entry and exit of goods from her confidants, the woman chose to go home. Natasya also had time to contact, saying if you want to make some cooking for dinner.

Anastasya himself only asserted, after all his daughter often asked for things like this. The girl who is quite picky for food affairs always wants a varied food menu every day which is certainly made to be full of heart by her mother.

Just like her, the princess quite likes processed meat but not from instant products but the creation of both hands. Sausage, nuget, baso, until siomay, Anastasya always make quite a lot of stock in the refrigerator. While Natasya itself is classified as a girl who is less playful in the kitchen. He just looked and helped the mother a little. Not that he did not want to but when he jumped directly there was actually messing with his mother's work.

Anastasya smiled. Indeed, he did not force his daughter to be able to cook like him, but the princess also had other skills. Natasha is good at making cakes. Dry or wet, the girl quite mastered it. Sometimes every weekend, his daughter would dwell in the kitchen to try new cake recipes that he got from the internet, and rasanta was quite tasty because there was a waiter who always accompanied.

After taking a short break, Anastasya plunged straight into the kitchen. He would cook at his daughter's order.

"She said I should cook more than usual, so why?. As for the two of us and the workers in this house, isn't the usual portion more than enough?." Anastasya. When the servant aunt came the woman asked for help to prepare the materials before heading to the processing process. He wants before dinner time what the princess wants is already in session.

When one of the cooked menus was cooked, Natasha had arrived in the kitchen wearing her work clothes when she left this morning. Apparently the girl had gone home from work, but what was it?.

After saying hello and kissing the back of her hands and cheeks, Natasya put a lunchbox in the sink, and Anastasya's gaze was fixed on the pink object. His forehead frowned, a little confused because this morning he did not make provisions for the princess.

"Son, you brought lunch this morning, didn't we have breakfast together?."

Natasya who realized if noticed by the mother, mengulum smile.

"Em, that's the supply given by Mr. Ernest. Even though I'm full, I don't feel good about resisting because he said it was Nyona Zara who made it."

Anastasya nodded brokenly. Then take a deep breath. Apparently he was happy for the attention given by his former honey to his daughter.

"Why, do you mind if I eat it?." Uncomfortable with his mother's comfort.

"Oh, no. I'm happy because Zara's watching you too."

Natasya smiled widely, an aura of happiness seemed to surround her.

"Mother, this afternoon may I make a pastry for a snack?."

"Pregnancy, okay, why not." But why make it afternoon like this?. Not as usual.

Although filled with questions but Anastasya did not want to extend. He let the princess wish for the girl to be happy.

Natasya was seen entering the room and ten minutes later the girl had swapped her work clothes for t-shirts and shorts. Apparently the girl joined her mother in the kitchen to make a cake.

Anastasya cooks with a servant aunt, as well as Natasya. I don't know what cake the princess was going to make but it seems that the girl looks enthusiastic and goes through the process wholeheartedly.

The house dres attached to Anastasya's body looks so fitting wrapped around his body. Although at home Anastasya always keep the appearance. Although only using clothes or home stellan, but anything worn by women will look elegant and expensive even though it is made from cheap. Anastasya himself admitted to that. He also thought what because the mother who is a former model was indeed awarded the face and body almost perfect until the moment he appeared whatever had made others fascinated by him. His mother has her own charm even though she just sits quietly without the intention of luring others.

Various cuisine menus that have been processed since, have been held at the table. So is the snack made by Natasya that has been packed in several glass containers. Looks appetizing and makes anyone who looks to taste.

Anaatasya was waiting for his daughter. Sit down and start filling her baby plate with a few spoons of white rice.

"Well, it looks good." Natasya who just appeared with Navy colored stellan was approaching the mother. Again, Anastasya frowned as the princess' appearance at dinner with him was quite different. Stelan, his daughter wore a stelan while eating usually he would only wear sleeping pajamas or t-shirts and short nettles.

Although only ordinary stelan, colored Navy with a knee but able to make the appearance of his daughter who is already beautiful is more charming. Again, Anastasya did not want to extend, especially when a servant came and told if a guest came.

"Mom, let me. I sat down and started eating. Em, maybe it's my friend who's coming," prevent Natasya when her mother intends to meet the guest in front.

"alright. If he's your friend or someone we already know, take him to dinner with us" Anastasya told the princess.

"Good, Mommy."

With a smile, Natasha left her mother. He walked forward while the mother resumed her interrupted activities. Adding the side dishes and vegetables he cooked to his daughter's plate.

"Mother."

The call of the princess was only answered by muttering, she was still busy putting rice and complements into her plate.

"Mother, look who's coming."

Again, Anastasya's gaze was still fixed on the dishes on the table.

"Hem, who is coming?. Let's have a meal with de-" Anastasya was unable to finish the sentence when her gaze was fixed on the princess and the person standing next to her. His throat was suffocating. Likewise, his chest suddenly tightened as if it was difficult for him to breathe.

"Good night."

The voice of a person was able to make Anastasya's body move. He had thought that all he saw was an illusion, but that sound.

"Mother, Mr. Rangga came to visit, and as Mother said, I invited him to dinner with us. You don't mind, do you?."

His daughter's carefree voice broke Anastasya's daydream. He regretted why he had ordered the princess to take his guests to dinner. Whereas if this is how it is possible he will drive away guests who have been brought by his daughter to the dining table.

Tbc.