The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 66. Anmum materna milk

By noon, Nofal was standing by the glass window, what else would he do if not to see the girl who stole his heart.

It was amused to remember this, but in reality, Nofal kept looking for the girl who wanted to see her face, and it certainly felt bad if he had not seen the face he missed.

Buty? This past week the girl was with two friends who usually like to eat lunch at this restaurant, never again seen visiting.

And this really disturbs his heart, because Nofal has been very resistant to longing to meet, enough to see from a distance, because he has not had the courage to invite acquaintance.

Even until now despite having occupied a special part of his heart, Nofal also did not know the name of the girl. It's really a miracle, isn't it?

"Where is he, Gas?"

Bagas who sat on the sofa chair facing the laptop, was still able to hear Nofal's murmur.

Hah the boss was already in love, but still doing the old-fashioned style that is just a hide and seek map, should immediately declare love directly soin girlfriend. Bagas looked at Nofal lazily.

"Move restaurant times, Boss. Tired of eating here," he replied still staring at the graphical focus of financial gains this month.

Hearing Bagas' words just now, Nofal seemed to have an idea, there was a glowing light burning in his brain, ting.

Enthusiastically Nofal walked up to Bagas. "If so you announce to sef to create a new menu in this restaurant," he said stirred.

Bagas could only let out a long sigh, not expecting his words to even turn into a new job. Hah making a new menu is not an easy thing, must know the consumer's favorite market, and forced Bagas assented.

"Let's confirm to the sef section, boss."

Nofal patted Bagas' shoulder. "Good, good job." Nofal smile.

Don't you know Boss, this order will make me and the sefs dizzy, what if the results still can't make your heart adored girl come here again? The boss will definitely scold us or even fire us, the inner Bagas behind his wry smile.

Nofal walked back to the window, staring at the entire place occupied by the consumers, the lunch hour is currently quite crowded, but unfortunately among the visitors who today have lunch, there is no girl of his heart.

"I'm waiting for you to come" Nofal muttered.

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In a large mansion, two couples are relaxing in the living room, if the man sleeps and uses the woman's thigh as a pillow. The woman sat with pouting lips.

Since it was just a change of television channel, there was no show that Zelea liked.

"Darling, why don't you work?"

No matter how many times Zelea asked like that, because she was currently like a prisoner who was constantly being watched, Zeon did not allow her to do anything.

"Lazy, in the mansion."

Hah, Zelea felt lazy to hear Zeon's reply.

Since Zeon knew that she was pregnant, the man rarely went to the office, Zeon did work through the house, every day Galang came to bring a file that Zeon had to check.

"Are you not sorry for that, Assistant Galang?" Zelea was still trying to persuade Zeon to come to the office.

Zeon pulled up the clothes Zeleah was wearing, and now he could see Zelea's flat belly, and Zeon kissed Zelea's stomach.

"I've paid him three times that."

Zeon's answer really made Zelea even more distasteful.

"But I don't just sit, I want to move." Zelea still protested.

Zeon smiled grinningly. "The movement on the bed is like me."

Zelea reflexively directly hit Zeon's arm. The man complained of the pain of laughing.

"Master, the tapestry has come, same round table that was yesterday, sir order."

The voice of the waiter stopped their small debate.

Zeon got up from his sleep and walked outside. In the yard there is already a bok car carrying rugs and tables.

Everything in the car began to be lowered, and Zeon instructed to bring it into the mansion.

"All tables are well on the living room table, the living room, also the dining table please replace the one that does not have sharp sides," Zeon instructions to the person who carries the table, as follows, also the waiter who wants to move the table.

"All the floors are in love rugs, also the whole staircase up to the third floor, and the last of my rooms on the third floor," Zeon instructs the man holding the rug, and the servant who helps him.

The situation inside the mansion instantly turned all busy, helping each other.

"Sorry, Sir. It's a rug for the master's room, can it be installed right now." Someone approached Zeon pointing at the tapestry.

"Maybe, all his tables are set up" Zeon commanded.

Finally, before the stairs in the tapestry, some servants and the person climbed the third floor carrying the tapestry and a round table.

Seeing this sudden rush, Zelea approached Zeon. "When did you place an order like this?"

Zeon held Zelea's waist until their bodies were attached. "After you got out of the hospital one week ago." Zeon kissed Zelea. "And now it can be delivered," he added.

Zelea really didn't know any of this, so the waiter said, she was a little surprised.

"Why not be honest with me before" Zelea protested feeling that Zeon did not consider him to exist.

"If I talk to you, you'll definitely refuse."

"Oh." Zelea pinched Zeon's waist.

Haha. Zeon laughs. "justify ... Don't we? you'll say something like this." Zeon changed his face looking ugly. "Gax, I'm fine" Zeon's voice imitated a woman's voice.

Zelea could not if she did not laugh, seeing Zeon talking like a woman even looked like a sissy.

Zeon hugged Zelea. "We go to the minimarket, buy milk." Kiss Zelea's cheeks at a glance.

The servants who saw their affection were just smiles themselves.

"The milk is still there" Zelea replied, hiding a red tinge on her cheek.

"It's okay, we're shopping again." Zeon immediately clasped Zelea's hand he took his way out to the car.

Not far from their mansion complex, there is a minimarket, so the car does not need to walk far they have arrived.

"Welcome to the minimarket and happy shopping ..."

A voice immediately greeted their arrival, Zelea and Zeon walked towards the milky section.

Currently the two of them were already standing in front of a display case containing various brands of pregnant milk.

"What brand will be changed yesterday?" ask Zeon, while reading the brands of pregnant milk. "There's a lot of this," he added.

Zelea still seemed to think while paying attention to the brand of various pregnant milk in front of her.

"Yesterday what brand? I forgot?"

"Lovamil," Zelea replied sounding like a small mutter.

"Emm." Zeon thought. "Replace this one will ... Anmum materna." Zeon looked at Zelea for an opinion.

"Can." Zelea nodded.