Girl Luring Om Daddy

Chapter 8

Zayn has not had a good, comfortable sleep for a long time. Even sometimes he took sleeping pills so he could sleep even if only a few hours.

But she remembers not taking her sleeping pills last night.

His memory returned when he came home from his office.

"Dorra?!" Zayn remembers her calling Laura's name over and over again.

"There's no way the woman's back. He died seven years ago. Aware Zayn!" his inner.

Before long his sense of smell smelled a seductive smell.

Cooking aroma!

"Who cooks this morning?"

In this house there's only him, then why...

Zayn hurriedly came out of the room and headed for the kitchen. Zayn's steps stopped when he saw a woman wearing a dress with a large size that exceeds his body with hair dipole origin middle struggling with cooking.

"Laura!"

Only that name was spoken when he saw the woman's back.

But Zayn immediately shook his head. There's no way Laura, his wife. He died a long time ago.

"This must be Asya! Damn, why did that kid have to make this noise in the morning?" mumbling again.

From earlier Zayn did not make a sound, just stood looking at the back of his stepson with a hand that continues to move to process his cooking.

"Hmm..so!"

Asya turned around and was so shocked when she saw Zayn already standing behind her.

"Daddy!" call Asya to disperse Zayn's daydreams.

"Ehm.. The breakfast is ready, Daddy. Hold on, Asya get ready for Daddy. Breakfast before leaving for work." he said a little nervous because Zayn's sharp gaze looked at him.

Zayn still did not make a sound, only his gaze focused on his stepson.

I don't know what he felt, which was clearly an unusual taste when he saw Asya's face.

A plate of fried rice was served at the dinner table for him.

Because of the seductive fragrance and stomach that had let out a rumbling sound, Zayn immediately sat on the chair impatiently to eat the food that seemed to be calling out to him.

"eeee... Stop first!" asya's yelling surprised Zayn.

"Daddy hasn't washed his face yet, has he? There, there, wash your face first!" asya's orders were to wake Zayn's body to stand up and push him into the bathroom.

Surprisingly Zayn was complacent while confused.

Finished from the bathroom, Zayn again sat in his chair and there was already a sweet Asya sitting waiting for him.

"Ehm... " Zayn deliberately cleared his throat breaking the silence and awakening Asya from his reverie.

"When you eat, why hold your phone in your hand?" ask Zayn firmly.

"Sorry, Daddy!" asya replied briefly so excited to reply to the incoming message without paying attention to Zayn who had returned.

Asya lowered her head not daring to look at Zayn. The atmosphere was getting colder felt by Asya.

Both of them eat in silence. Soluble in each other's feelings. Only the sound of the clang of the spoon clashing with the plate was heard.

"Daddy, Asya wants to work!" asya said suddenly, ventured to communicate with Zayn.

Zayn did not answer. He was very focused on his food.

"Take this, the same cuisine that Laura once made." Cuisine with the same taste as his wife's.

"Daddy, Asya wants to practice knowledge that Asya has been able to in college!" he stressed again that this time successfully broke Zayn's daydreams.

Zayn stopped eating for a moment.

"What do you work for?" zayn asked coldly and without looking back at Asya though