"Where would you like breakfast, madam?" asked Elena.
"As usual in my son's room."
"Very well, madam. Then I will excuse myself."
"Emm," Anna nodded then followed out of the room to the room where her son was.
It turns out that Naila is awake, even the girl already looks presentable, wearing a knee-length dress with plain peach nuances with her long hair that she puts back in a ponytail.
Dave has also woken up, her son looks very dashing just like his father. Since she woke up earlier, Anna had been feeling anxious, the feeling of anxiety that enveloped her made her heart race very fast.
"How was your sleep, honey?" asked Anna as she lifted her son's body, carrying him on her lap.
"So good. How about you, Mom?"
"Same, honey," Anna replied, rubbing her son's head and kissing him. A heavy feeling welled up in her chest at the thought that Naila would take Dave away without her.
