My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 18's
Loka walked quickly, down the hallway of a princess dormitory where the contestants rested. The atmosphere in the area was already very crowded, filled with tv crews, as well as other contestants. Even Alia and Andrew have been seen there, and are trying to give understanding to Farah, who is now determined to end his own struggle.
Loka had not yet reached the door of the room occupied by Farah. There were about four tall people, dressed in all black clothes, walking quickly into the room that Loka was about to come to, after one of the tv crew who seemed to be trying to explain.
“We just run errands, sir. So I beg you not to make everything so complicated.” A plontos-headed man explained to the tv crew, as he continued to feel blocked.
“Farah? Believe me, this is all just a scenario that is set so that the rating continues to rise.” Alia speaking.
“Sweetest, Far. Fifteen big moms!” Queen speaking.
He tried to hold back his comrades-in-arms, to obtain a Chef master's degree.
Farah wiped her tears, then turned her eyes, at the figure she recognized as her father's man.
“I want to go home now!” Farah looked at one of the big tall men, unwilling to bully the people who were there.
No exception to the judges and crew who continue to try to persuade him.
“Good, everything is also ready.”
Farah got up, then wiped her tear-soaked cheek again. The girl was barely able to stop her crying, not only because of Loka, but because Farah was unable to endure any longer, so she had to stop to pursue what she had long aspired to.
A title that not everyone can wear.
One of Farah's men grabbed the handle of the suitcase, and immediately prepared to leave the place, especially when he saw Farah rise.
“Farah?” Loka called.
Which of course made Farah look over. But he turned his face back.
“Please, Miss. Our car is waiting below!”
Farah nodded, then left with her father's four Bodyguards. The one he called after sure he wanted to really go home.
“Farah?” Loka walked fast, trying to reach the girl who was walking fast, in the crush of people with large high postures.
One of them spread out his hand, as Loka was about to approach Farah who was currently walking in a hurry.
“Don't come near, sir! We're not breaking anyone's bones.” He said as he continued to try to block the Loka.
“Loka!” Andrew called.
He followed his partner's footsteps while slightly running.
“Loka stop, .. Maybe Farah needs time. There will also be a comeback season. We can appoint Farah to be one of the contestants who will return, and get her apron.”
Andrew pulled Loka's back collar. Making the man unable to move anymore, and only able to look at the back of Farah who walked in the middle of the man dressed all in black, with a pretty creepy appearance.
Very high posture, having very large hand muscles, wearing glasses, with something attached to each ear.
“I've been together, Miss Farah. And will soon be at your home in about thirty minutes!” He said, pressing a device attached to his ear, and walking with wide steps.
And Loka was more and more convinced, if Farah was not a daughter of an indiscriminate person. The proof, he was able to deploy four Bodyguards at once.
Loka did not answer, she just continued to stare at Farah's departure with a very guilty feeling.
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The clamps!!
Loka closed the door of the apartment unit she lived in. Open his shoes, then walk into the dim central room, where large sofas neatly lined up.
Brugh!
The man dropped his body, so he now sits with his back on the back of the sofa.
The atmosphere of the room was still dark, there was not the slightest illumination from inside. There was only a little light from the outside, making the place dim, and Loka enjoyed it, when the mood suddenly felt hollow.
Loka's gaze stared straight at the ceiling, with a perfect mind. Which always ends up thinking about Farah, and ends up condemning what he has done.
“Oh gosh!” Loka was frustrated.
His eyes closed, massaging the base of his nose slowly.
“You are too deep into the role, ... or something else so you did that to Farah, .. Ah Loka! You're so careless.” He continues to monologue.
Loka grabbed the small bag that she always took with her everywhere, then opened it, and pulled out a flat object that was none other than her latest mobile phone.
Then he turned to a folded piece of paper.
And inside is one of Farah's social media account names, which Loka requested from Luki. Although he had felt prestige, but still he did it just to get a way to contact Farah.
Loka immediately entered on his social media account, to then type every letter listed on the paper.
And a faint smile rose from both corners of his lips. When he found the account he was looking for.
Of course Loka recognized him, clearly the beautiful photo of Farah plastered real there, with a flat face, but looks very beautiful.
The loka found out even deeper. Swipe down so that it displays a lot of photos and videos that Farah shares. Either that alone, with another girl, and also with a husband-wife pair, who Loka believes to be the parents of Farah.
“It turns out you're sweet too huh? Every thing you make, .. you will change it here.” Loka said as she watched some photos and videos of Farah cooking.
The girl spoke cheerfully, explained many things, then showed what she was doing.
“Copped spicy meat.”
“Chocolate cookies.”
“Mie chicken.”
Loka reading all captions. Which instantly made him smile again.
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Cie there are stalking 🤪