Mikhayla, Strong Mother's
Chapter 36. Bizarre

In Aussie, Australia, Fergi drove her car back to the hotel after buying a ring at a jewelry store inside the city's largest supermarket.

Fergi drives her car while singing. His face looks bright because he has finished the third round of cooking competition. This time he was very happy to have made it through and into the semi-finals.

"After winning the contest later and returning to Indonesia, I will go straight to Mikhayla's store." Inside his brain was a plan to propose to Mikhayla in a romantic way. Fergi knew Mikhayla would not refuse her considering this was Cantika's wish as well. Cantika was half of Mikhayla's life because her daughter's happiness was a priority of Mikhayla's life.

The car drove leisurely on the streets until it arrived in front of a hotel that he chose to stay. After parking the car Fergi walked into the hotel lobby where then went up to his own room.

"It feels so tired." Fergi immediately laid her body when she got to the bed. His body feels comfortable when touching the mattress to make him sleep.

The clock ticks at 3pm local time. Fergi is still wriggling and reluctant to wake up. The man opened his eyes then took a bolster pillow and hugged it. The man closed his eyes again.

Almost two hours of Fergi sleep in a state that has not cleansed itself. At 4 pm the man woke up in shock like someone woke up.

"There's somebody there, but why isn't there?" Fergi is looking for the whereabouts of people who might be in his room.

"Uh, there's no. Maybe I was just dreaming." Fergi rubbed his eyes and then rubbed his face. The man stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Why is the warm water ready?" Fergi was surprised because the water in the bathtub was filled and when touched warm and fresh because it had been dripped aromatherapy oil with the aroma of pepper mint his favorite. The smell seemed to pierce into Fergi's nose.

"Wait, I didn't have the wrong room, did I?" Fergi went from the bathroom to her suitcase which was still lying beside the bed.

"It's true that's my suitcase." Fergi checked the contents of the suitcase because the suitcase could have belonged to someone else who was similar to his.

"These are the same as my clothes."

However, Fergi's confidence was extinct when he remembered himself earlier this morning leaving the room in a locked state and when he entered it also locked the door. It is possible that someone else could go inside without knocking on the door first or without opening it.

"Still locked," he murmured. Fergi unlocks the door and exits. He looked towards the door and rightly his room number was the room number of the hotel where he was staying.

"This is my room number."

Fergi seemed to think for a moment. "Maybe the one who prepared the warm water that had been dripped aromatherapy oil was the service room attendant. They could have the spare key to this room. Don't understand the hotel system here .. ah it's been a stupid time with everything that matters I'm taking a shower now, my body already feels very sticky."

Fergi returned to the bathroom soaking in the bathtub to restore the muscles that feel stiff after the move. He hopes that the soak will make his body and mind relax. For a moment he forgot about his competition which was so caring for energy and mind.

Satisfied soaking with warm water Fergi then turn on the shower and rinse his body. Afterwards the man immediately took a towel and walked out of the bathroom to pick up a change of clothes that were still in the suitcase.

After finishing wearing clothes, Fergi took her phone and was about to call the room service officer to bring her dinner into the room.

However, the man was suddenly shocked when he saw that on the table there was already a dinner menu.

"Well why is everything available without me ordering it?" Fergi scratched her head in confusion.

"Ah, just eat. Why is it so complicated when everything is available?"

As usual Fergi still looks stupid with everything. He felt that there was no one he knew in this country nor did he have any enemies there. Even if there are most only enemies in the race and Fergi is sure among them no one knows where to stay at this time.

"So it's impossible if these foods contain toxins? I believe in God. 'Kun fayakun', what happened then happened."

The man then sat down to face his food and ate as usual. He must be full because later tonight he must return to racing in order to get into the final of the world chef championship.

Seriate.