MY LOVER IS YOUR LOVER
CHAPTRE 033
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Lisa tapped her spoon on a bowl of cooking for breakfast this morning.
He cooks fried duck lalapan with spicy chili sauce, like the taste of his youngest daughter, Syifa.
Hearing that voice, straight away the three members of his family also came out of their respective rooms and headed to the dining room.
“Fried ducks, ma?” ask Anders.
“Yes, from yesterday Syifa really wanted to eat fried duck. But mama nunda continued, because still did not have time to buy the duck.”
Syifa heard her mother answer that, instantly picking up a piece of duck thigh. Favorite cut.
Because with a thigh cut, he can freely hold and bite at will. Unlike pieces of the chest, which can be eaten with a fork or limited to being shooed by hand first.
The three of them also ate because they saw how rushed Syifa took the thigh piece.
In the middle of the banquet, Alex asked permission from his family members because next week he will go out of town to have meetings with clients from abroad.
All family members allow it, except Syifa.
“Papa.. Papa... later mmm.. return home is still long?” syifa asked anxiously as she chewed her duck.
“No dear, papa just went one week out and went home again with Syifa. Can?”
Syifa nodded, she actually did not like it too much if there was one family member not in her house.
“Meetingnya where, pa?” ask Anders briefly.
“In Lombok, so, there are clients who want to build a hotel and lodging there. Understandably, if there are new tourist destinations that are potential will certainly be an investor grab. Coincidentally this papa client is from Italy.”
“Papa doang's germs are there?”
“No, later that from papa's office there are two as a analyst. While two more people from Surabaya, the other one is a legal person, another person from the field of marketing who also has a sibling in his place deket.”
“OK, do not forget his souvenirs yes, pa.” joked Anders on his papa.
“Your habit is indeed, papa has not yet left. I have tax on snacks aja.”
The warmth of the atmosphere of breakfast like this is what almost every felt by the Anders family.
“Udah anyway, ma. No one should be caught either. Kan Anders never came out of the bag.”
“Good if that, do not let anyone miss ya.”
“Ma, mama this afternoon where are you going?”
“Entar afternoon anyway want to invite Syifa to play to your mom. Why?”
“Can chat for a while out of breakfast?” ask Anders.
Spontaneously, Alex and Lisa looked at each other, they thought something was bothering the eldest son.
“Iya, can. In the studio again?”
Anders nodded without saying a word. He immediately finished his breakfast and drank the juice that had been prepared for daily in his refrigerator.
Afterwards, he headed straight to his private studio on the second floor and waited for his mother to finish breakfast.
Behind the scenes, he chose his favorite song by Elvis Presley. After playing the song, he sat in the middle row, and tried to relax before talking seriously with his mother.
Before long, footsteps could be heard approaching Anders. Lisa sits to the left of Anders.
“What's the matter dear?” ask Lisa slowly.
“Ma, what should I do later when I meet them at school?”
“They are who?”
“Ridha equals Alexa. I’ve no idea.” replied Anders.
“Please, the important thing is not to overdo it, okay? Also conditioned continued his emotions, lest anyone explode.”
“But, ma. What if they start? I mean those who lured Anders to respond.” asked Anders a little restless.
“It’s okay. Everyone needs to interact, be careful again before responding. Ask time to answer that is a natural thing kok.”
The answer of his mother, at this time so easily accepted and digested. Anders seemed to have momentarily forgotten how he was in school and how he met them, the two women.
He nodded as if he understood what to do. However, he was not aware that it was just a basic answer given by a psychologist.