
Hi, good morning everyone....
How's things? Healthily... The author hopes so too. Do not forget to take care of your health and diet in a pandemic season like this...
Was it september? Wkwkwkw... Start again yuk world of bowling. This time far from the word Ceo and mafia mafia so yes.. I hope I can give my best again in the novel.
Mr. CHEF Is Mine's.
"From now on you are my girlfriend!!!" Said Aira, the student who sat on the bench of this lecture loudly expressed the word love to a man who is far from his standard.
Come on, Aira can get a better man than Mr. Rendra who only works as a chef in his small cafe, do not forget that Rendra has a family that is not intact.
It was inversely comparable to the life of Aira who had a family with sufficient clarity and treasures. Not in abundance.
"Haha... Go home, stop that nonsense!!!! and I'm not your lover!!!" That word was the absolute answer that echoed the pain in Aira's ear.
Is this a feeling called love? Aira just felt it. I don't know... It's all hard to explain when it comes to Mr. Rendra.
BRUK!!!!!!!
"Moor...." Mr. shouted. Rendra echoed, his legs sitting lethargic. His lips are no longer able to follow the word.
...~ HAPPY READING GUYSSSS!!!!!" ~...
Hope you like the new story this time, and don't forget to leave a trace.
For readers who are always loyal and send positive comments, Author thanks you. Sorry I can't reply to one.
The best prayer for good human beings, may be in the flow of everything in a difficult pandemic like this... Aami.... THANKSH.....❤❤❤
...VISUALS...
Rendra Afrizal
Aira Pearl