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CHAPTERS 160. MUST BE EXACTLY THE SAME



“I am indeed not a good mother.” crocodile tears were broken.


“Have not cried again.” Dante hugged Tatiana. “I don't want to scold you Tatiana, I just want to tell you that what you did was wrong. You should have told me. You can't keep everything behind me.” Dante really felt bad. “I know you're doing this because you love me.”


“I was wrong Dante. Actually I wanted to talk to you but I didn't dare. I'm afraid you're gonna hate me because I can't feed Alex. I've given her all sorts of food but she still refuses and just wants to eat your cooking.”


“It's okay Tatiana. I-i understand. Forgive my words that hurt your heart huh.”


Tatiana shook her head, “No need to think of me Dante. I understand the condition because it is my fault!”


“No, I don't want to find out who's wrong and right, I'm just looking for the truth. I want to discuss with you because it's our son's problem. I don't want to until he thinks of a bad thing.” said Dante.


“I understand. I will always tell you anything. I'm sorry.” Tatiana said with a clear face.


‘Damn you Henry! You're starting to dare to complain to my husband. In a moment I will make a calculation with you!’ tatiana murmured in her heart that was now angry at Henry.


“Already. I love you so much, we don't have to talk about this anymore. I hope we both understand now. I'll make Alex food first yes.”


Tatiana smiled but still with her sadness. “One more time I'm sorry Dante. I have let you down, I am a failed mother and cannot feed my own child.” Tatiana insulting herself in front of Dante made the man feel even more guilty.


“Do not talk like that. Yes, rest. You are a good mother, so good you cover all the problems in your heart. That's what makes me so ashamed of you Tatiana. I trouble you.” said Dante again.


“Already Dante. Go, make Alex a meal. Don't think of me, let me rest now.”


“But I won't leave if I still see you sad like this.”


“Quiet, I'm nothin. I'm not mad at you I'm mad that you've been making food for Alex.” for a long time Tatiana spoke while pursing her lips pretending to be angry.


“I'm sorry dear.”


“Go. Alex is already hungry and he must have been waiting for your cooking.”


“Alright, I go first.” Dante went and closed the door.


“Alex! That kid, huh! Tatiana's right, I have to hurry.” Dante was so excited, he went straight to the kitchen.


“Please prepare the ingredients.”


“Loy Sir Alex?” ask the chef.


Dante nodded his head, “Two servings!”


“Made one Master?”


“Not necessary. Just separate.” Dante said briefly.


“Good, Mr.”


Norman also prepared all the groceries requested by Dante.


“Norman!” Dante looked at the person beside him.


“Tumben once you call my name, Mr.” the man smiled. ‘I think Mr. Dante doesn't know my name because it's the second time he's called my name since I've worked here.” Norman's heart says.


“Can't you cook like me?” Dante squinted his eyes at Norman.


“Ehm, of course can Mr.”


“Then do as I do. There are two stoves next to me for cooking. I want you to do it exactly as I did and never forget how it felt. Must be exactly the same as my cooking.”


“Good Mr.”


“One taste different then I do not hesitate to finish off one child!”


Gleck….Norman swallowed his saliva to hear Dante's words.


‘Dead me! I have to actually record the recipe not to be mistaken.’ murmured and then took out a small note from his pocket.


“Good Sir. I will follow you.” he said. The man watched Dante cook, all the ingredients, spices and very seriously did not forget the slightest thing.


“Don't be too stiff Norman! I didn't teach you twice. So you have to remember everything that if you're stiff and stressed you won't be able to make this food according to my expectations.”


“Good, I understand Mr.”


“Good if you understand!” he was again busy with his cooking until cooked and then put on a plate.


“How does it feel?”


“If in my opinion, it feels the same Mr.” replied Norman in a stammering voice.


“Take me two plates.”


“Good Mr.” then Dante cut the small parts on those two plates.


“You!” Dante called a maid.


“Iya Sir!” the waiter walked closer.


“Try to feel and compare which one I made and which one was made by Norman.”


‘Aduh, why is it so hard for my job today. Horrified!’ the female servant immediately turned pale and stared at the plate filled with food.


“Eat!” dante's orders to the waiter.


“Good, Mr.” there was no chance to look at Norman so the maid was getting worried about him talking wrongly,


‘You've tried everything. Tell me which is better on the right or on my left hand?” ask Dante again.


The waiter was further confused as he was faced with a question he could not answer,


“Ehm...” only that comes out of his lips.


“I want you to answer. Don't waste my time because I'm still a lot of work.”


“It feels the same sir! I don't know which is better, but maybe this one.”


“You picked the one on my left hand?”


“Maybe the one in the right hand Mr.”


“So which do you think is better?” Dante squinted at the female servant who lowered her head in fear.


‘Aduh, I have to answer what yes?’ whispers in the heart.


“Jawab my question!”


“Yang first Mr.”


“Go!”


“Available Sir?” the waiter made sure.


“Absolutely you want something else?”


“Oh no Sir.. Then excuse me Mr..” the maid rushed away and left the kitchen, the safest place right now is outside the kitchen. Wherever it is as long as you stay away from Dante.


“Norman!”


“Ya Sir!”


“You should imitate my cooking, not make it tastier!”


“I made exactly the same as you made Mr. I said earlier that it feels the same, maybe the woman is confused to choose which one.” replied Norman looking for safe.


“Every time I go, I want you to make it like this. Must be exactly the same as I made and told my son this is my making, you understand?”


“Understanding, Mr.”


“Remember yes, one different taste my son can tell. So make it exactly the same as I did. If my son doesn't want to eat then it means that your son will go into the ground forever!”


“Good, Mr.” cold sweat has poured out Norman.


“Good if you understand.”


“Do you want me to help bring food up, Mr?” ask Norman again.


“No need Norman! I can bring it myself.”


“Good, Mr.”, Norman said as he watched Dante leave the kitchen, his heart immediately relieved.