Baby S(H)Itters
«16» Bernad Ursus

It was still morning and Mia was already startled by the increasing members who were occupying the dining table. I don't know when the guy came.

"You're staying over?"

"Yes, this morning I brought my stuff here."

That was all Mia heard from the two grown men who had been sitting sweetly. After that he returned to busy himself preparing food at the dining table. Of course with the portion added.

The food has been served all. Mia was already preparing to hold Asiha who was previously seated in the chair. But a voice with a questionable tone sounded making Mia grimace feeling bad.

Honestly, Mia forgot. Oh no, but I didn't know anyone else was going to eat breakfast. If he knew, maybe Mia had already made another menu. Mia can also make food that is commonly eaten by conglomerates.

"What fish is this? I think I've only seen this for the first time there's a fish like this."

"That's a salted fish sir, sorry if you can't eat it, I can make another one."

Today Mia makes vegetable anointing and salted fish as a side dish. Mia again forgot the presence of that person who might be unusual and could not eat the menu she cooked.

Mia is hard to prepare to stand up. While Mr. Bernad even silently watched Mr. Nam eat voraciously.

What's that good?

Not usually men who like breakfast with coffee and bread eat rice. Even the drinking water is just plain water.

Not only that, Mr. Nam even left his spoon and turned to drinking water. Surprisingly, the drinking water is also not placed in a glass.

Where is the manner table that has always been applied in the Diantoro family since the past?

*How does Mia take care of this family?

Why is it absurd all*?

And again.

Why are the subordinates eating here?!

His mind asked more and more when Mia not only fed Asiha but also fed herself as well.

Doubtfully Mr. Bernad joined the meat named salted fish. Using the spoon. Although a little.

It doesn't feel bad. Especially if you add rice. Salty fitting. Nam wants to eat it.

But, what is this... grass?

"Master Bernad?" asked Mia who was still not sure the man sitting not far from her could eat her homemade menu. Moreover, the man ate like he was told to eat poison.

The call jolted Mr. Bernad's cool focus on the cassava leaves he had taken. With spoon.

Mia glanced at the clock and Mr. Bernad who had voiced the question still did not answer the question that Mia asked.

"Well, why so pretty?"

The focus is trying the menu in session, Mr. Bernad so forget the question Mia. Let alone the question, the maiden name alone Mr. Bernad forgot.

"Master Bernad can eat that or do I need to make another one?" reset Mia. The girl was standing up from earlier. Waiting for an answer that will not be given while meyuapi Asiha. Oh, and himself.

Asiha cheeks that always come up and down when chewing food remain faithful to be a favorite Mia. The little girl always looked cute in her eyes. So Mia didn't mind if she had to wait a long time.

I heard the answer from the foreign voice. Mia raised her head to look at the owner. Honestly, when asking earlier Mia's gaze was still cool looking at Asiha's cute face.

Let it be said to be impolite. He was not his boss who could fire Mia at will.

"I'd like to try to eat this instead of adding to your work later."

After that Mr. Bernad again focused on salted fish that are only given a little flour so as not to stick when fried.

It's actually quite strange to see people eating fish with a spoon. But it's true said Mr. Bernad, for what Mia bothers to add to the work by thinking about who is not the Master.

But it seems Mr. Bernad is not satisfied to speak. After spending almost half the portion of the food he had taken, Mr. Bernad started making noises again.

"I forgot that we're not really acquainted. Bernad Ursus Artus, commonly called Bernad. What's your name, beauty?"

There is no need to ask to know who the man is talking to. Because there were only two girls there.

If asking about Asiha it was impossible to remember her father who had already introduced the little girl in detail.

Smiling awkwardly, Mia replied hesitantly, "Mia Yamaja, Master."

Although He does not understand the 'table manner' that Mr. Nam often applies when Mia does not take over the job of civil service. He still remembered the mandatory rules that Mr. Nam had made.

'DO NOT TALK WHEN THERE IS A MAIN COURSE AKA MAIN DISH.'

"Where is your job? It's good not only to take care of the leak that his mother left."

Ahem!

Tuh, it's been answered. Please speak at will except when the main meal is in session.

...****...

After eating, I don't know what that means. Mr. Bernad forced us, Mia, Jurba, Afi and Asiha, who would go wherever Mia went.

Mia had already been rejected several times, albeit in a subtle way. But Mr Bernad insisted. Finally Mia gave up. Luckily, I got a free driver.

While Mr. Nam will only leave after Tera picks up. Both of them were using different vehicles.

Even in the car Mr. Bernad did not stop asking. It's not about the school address of the child. More about feelings. Fill Mia's heart. Questions like…

"Why do you want to take care of three fussy brats at once?"

^^^"Because that's my job."^^^

"It's not because of her father?"

^^^"His father? What's wrong with his dad?"^^^

And keep on connecting as if he was scraping something. Is this guy a psychiatrist trying to guess my nature?

If so, Mia doesn't care. As long as the man's speech is still at the narmal limit for children to listen to, then Mr. Bernad is safe.

Because Mia won't spare anyone who tries to poison her foster child's faith. Wash your eyes and mind every morning. Mia needs a cute intake.

If it destroys innocence it's up to. As long as the cute is still intact, then the fate is safe.