CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Fish Pesmol

The warm atmosphere was still so felt in Erich's residence. Both Erich's parents and the others still survived. Stay a few nights ahead to let go of the longing while cleaning up the problem that accidentally drags the son.

If the men choose to spend their leisure time discussing business in the back garden. Unlike the case with Zara who chose to busy themselves in the kitchen preparing dishes for dinner.

The middle-aged who still looks beautiful and fresh is so deftly peeling and cutting vegetables accompanied by Retno and aunty waiter. Isabel, who still felt foreign, chose to peek from the kitchen wall. Isabel had neither the courage nor the confidence to join her mother Erich. The girl knows herself enough. In this luxurious residence, his status is only a guest that they may not want.

A few moments Isabel was glued to her place. Seeing Zara's activities secretly, like a lookout. The girl sighed, perhaps her legs were quite tired after a long time of standing up intending to return to the guest room. Turning his heels, the foot of the level was about to step but someone's greeting stopped his step.

"Isabel, what are you doing?" Zara, Retno, the servant's aunt, stares at Isabel. The gafis gulped, the medadak trembled as if caught in the middle of stealing.

"Sa-I'm just being.."

"Come, come here" Zara pinta in a voice so soft with a wave of her hand.

Doubtful, but Isabel began to approach. At least Erich's mother still treated him quite well, Isabel thought.

"Em, Isabel," Zara said to Isabel, who was now standing beside her. Overlooking the table where Zara prepared the cooking ingredients.

"Yes, madam."

"Husts. Don't call me madam, just pick up Ms. Zara. Sounds more relaxed, right?"

Isabel smiled clumsily. Zara's words seemed to be able to destroy the awkwardness that struck. The friendly woman was so sociable and familiar quickly. So do not mind all forms of attention as well as the kindness of Zara, able to make an Isabel comfortable and at home linger nearby.

"I also have a daughter your age. So don't be awkward calling me mom, either" Zara said.

Isabel nodded. His pair of eyes moved to observe the movement of Zara's hands that were preoccupied with her activity of peeling and slicing several kinds of vegetables.

"Isabel, can you cook?"

The girl thought for a moment and replied, "A little."

"Hem, really?"

Isabel nodded her head.

Zara quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and gave it to Isabel, slowly teaching her easy ways such as peeling vegetables and cutting them. Isabel, who is already good at cooking, follows Zara's every command. The fingers of his lentiknya seem deft and not at all rigid so that Zara can judge if in fact the girl next to him is not speaking honestly by covering up the truth.

Isabel could only smile. He did not dare to answer, let alone deny.

"Well, I know if you can cook a little. And so, help me." Zara asks the servant's aunt and Retno to rest. Until now Zara and Isabel were busy struggling with the ingredients in the kitchen. Try familiarizing yourself while collaborating in serving a delicious dinner menu to be enjoyed together.

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Throughout the dinner, there were several times of praise from the connoisseurs of the dish for a beautiful chef who never seemed to miss serving delicious food while at the dinner table, Zara.

Arka is so greedy to stare at meat soup which is indeed his favorite dish. Likewise with his twin son who seems so much inherited the genes of the father as well as his favorite food.

Sam and his son's sky also look ravenous. The pair of father and son chose another menu, until the choice fell on salmon cream sauce and sauteed broccoli mushrooms.

In another corner Zara also began to feed food into her mouth. Following the tastes of her husband and son, Zara also ate meat soup to fill her stomach.

Among the few men who so voraciously enjoyed his dinner, in a chair a girl seemed to bow down in tears after feeding rice and fish into her mouth.

It feels, almost the same.

Isabel's chest rumbled. The taste of the cooking he had sucked into his mouth seemed to evoke his mass memory with his late mother, Laura.

Pesmol fish is indeed his favorite meal since childhood. Laura happily made it so the princess wanted it. And just a moment ago when Zara offered her a dish, for some reason Isabel lightly said fish pessmol. Until it ends like this. The longing that was as strong as he could bury, now flared back even more burning. But the girl realized, where she is now. His tears could not come out in front of many people. He did not want to look weak and pitied.

Isabel immediately wiped the clear melt that had just flowed from the corner of the eye. Hurry, so that no one will see. But, fateful. Erich first caught her wet. The man in casual clothes took his eyes off, lowered the spoon and fork from the clutches then wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue.

"Erich, finish your meal" Zara said when she found the son stopped his eating while eating on his plate was still half-remnant.

"Sorry mom, I'm full."

Zara simply fell silent as she sighed deeply.

"Sorry, I have to go to the room for a second. There's something I'd like to look for here." Erich left the dining table. Honestly, the hunger that a moment ago had struck, disappeared immediately as Isabel shed tears in front of her plate of rice. That guy's feeling is not good. May the burden as heavy as what was being borne by the young girl even at the time of eating was not the pleasure she got but the cry that the girl was presenting.

Tbc.

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