
At exactly twelve o'clock in the evening, a car squeaked in front of the main gate, the security guard walked over and opened the gate wide after memorizing whose car came.
Nofal Alexa, Radit's first son. Just returned from abroad, finished a long vacation.
The security follows Nofal's car, which went inside, and received a car key after Nofal came out, to put it under warranty.
Nofal walked into the mansion, before walking into the living room, Nofal turned his head towards the night watchman's servant.
"Is Daddy home?"
"Right Young Master, Mr. Radit is at home," the maid replied with her head lowered.
Good thing, tomorrow morning I have to talk to Daddy about my career in entertainment, inner Nofal.
Nofal did not ask any more about his father, because it was night Nofal immediately entered his room, which was also located on the third floor, before reaching his room, Nofal passed his father's room. Nofal looked at his father's door for a moment.
Nofal looked at his watch.
Daddy must have slept, hah I can't bear to disturb his rest, inner Nofal before finally continuing his steps and entering into his room.
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Next morning.
Zelea woke up first, this was her first day staying one roof with Radit, Zelea smiled looking at the shady face of her sleeping husband.
On this first day, Zelea wanted to cook for Radit, after washing her face, Zelea went down to the kitchen.
There are already several kitchen waiters who want to cook breakfast.
"Mrs you're awake," said the fat waiter. The waiter was astonished because it was still at half six in the morning.
The servants in this mansion already knew what if Zelea Radit's wife, last night Radit had explained and asked them all to respect Zelea.
Zelea smiled kindly. "It's okay, I want to cook for my husband."
The fat waiter smiled wryly.
I feel happy that the Master got a kind wife too, the inner servant.
All the waiters in the kitchen room also smiled at Zelea's sincere words, they helped Zelea in cooking to prepare breakfast.
This morning all the dishes that Zelea cooked, the kitchen maids just helped.
The fat waiter shed tears, while cooking with Zelea so remembered Radit's late wife who had died.
Long ago while still alive often helped the Madam cook in the kitchen, so when she found out Zelea also liked to cook, the fat waitress was so moved.
The fat waiter had worked twenty years with Radit, so he knew what the Radit family was very good at. His name is Bi Jum.
"Bi Jum, all the cooking is done, please move it to the dining table, I go back upstairs first."
Zelea's voice broke Bi Jum's daydream, the middle-aged woman smiled as she nodded her head.
Zelea walked out of the kitchen, and the servants immediately prepared the dish to the dining table.
Zelea did not yet know that Nofal was already inside the mansion, when Zelea had just entered the room, from the direction of the room next to Nofal came out.
The young man had just taken a shower and was currently wearing neat clothes. Walking downstairs, the dining room aims.
In Radit's room, Zelea, who had just entered, finds Radit awake, but the man is still sitting on the bed, smiling when he sees Zelea coming.
"Master is awake? Sorry I was in the kitchen."
"Why should you cook, in this mansion there are many servants. I married you not for me to cook."
Radit's voice sounded dislike.
Zelea smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Radit. "I'm happy to do it, no problem."
Radit fell silent, staring into Zelea's eyeballs. Then nod. "Well if you're happy, but remember when you're tired don't do it."
Zelea smile. "Good sir."
After speaking Zelea seemed confused to have to do again, suddenly terbesit something in his mind.
"Will you take a bath, then I will prepare warm water." Zelea got up from her seat before hearing Radit speak, the woman immediately went inside the bathroom preparing warm water.
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Zelea and Radit both went down to the first floor towards the dining room, Zelea walked behind Radit, when just entering the dining room, Radit was surprised to see someone who was already sitting there.
Radit widened his smile, had not seen the son for a long time, of course his heart longs.
"Hello Boy, when are you coming home? Daddy just saw you," said Radit after standing next to Nofal who was sitting.
Nofal stood up and hugged his father.
"Overnight Dad," Nofal said, his smile was no less fraught with Radit's smile, but it slowly dimmed as he looked at the woman currently standing in the doorway.
Zelea, inner Nofal. Slowly taking off his embrace, his eyes still stared at Zelea. The woman was currently silent expressionlessly. The cold mixed gaze hated seeing Nofal.
Radit followed the direction of Nofal's eyes, which turned out to be looking at Zelea. Radit took a long breath.
*I have to straighten this out, Nofal doesn't know what if I'm married*, Radit's mind.
"Ze, come here" said Radit, asking Zelea to sit in the chair next to him. The woman complied, without refusing to sit directly next to Radit.
Nofal was currently sitting back, but his heart was full of questions that wanted answers immediately.
"Dad-a,"
"She's your stepmother, Daddy's married to her," Radit said, cutting Nofal's words.
Nofal's eyes immediately widened.
Whaaat! Stepmom? Daddy married that woman, my ex-lover! Hah how could, the inner Nofal did not believe what he just heard.
"Daddy was joking, wasn't he?" Nofal laughed, rejecting this truth, but at this moment his hand was already clenched. His heart was angry that his father had remarried. Nofal doesn't want to have a stepmother.
"This is serious, forgive Daddy who didn't tell you. And only now tell you," said Radit feeling guilty.
Zelea smiled starting to execute her plan.
"Mas ... This morning we'll have a meeting with the client, let's have breakfast and go to work." Zelea spoke spoiled while touching Radit's hand.
Radit nodded, and no longer cared for Nofal, his current thoughts were on leaving for work.
Nofal and Zelea looked at each other with different views.
Stepmom? Inner Nofal.
This is just the beginning of Nofal, tomorrow will be many surprises for you, which will make you crazy, inner Zelea smiled obliquely.