Lahat ng Kabanata ng Give Me 30 Days to Cook for You: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Sapiensa. All the blood, sweat, and tears compiled into a name, shining in a hologram restaurant sign. Weirdly, I have treated the name like a title of a project on my desk, always looking down at it with a pen and a paper, drawing the imaginary building, and writing the recipes of the dishes I'd cook. Now, I'm looking up at it as if it's my child who is now taller than me. The three stars appears below Sapiensa's name. My joy exceeds the infinity of this universe's width. Even in a time where the shadows of skyscrapers drown the sun while neon-colored hologram lights become an essential, my restaurant's sign outshines them in my eyes. My wristwatch beeps, the vibration shifts my gaze to my wrist. It's just 30 days in to the new year, but somehow orders don't rest. I have been rejecting bookings lately, because Sapiensa is so new to this achievement as a "three-Holostar restaurant."LARA: Morning, Ms. Edisa. I have a potential customer who wants to book you tomorrow for their birt

Dilemma, planning, visitation, getting to know him before cooking, dynamic setting (rocky at first).Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?I wake up from my smooth white sheets, pouring out my rage in a shrill. I look to the window, heaving already. Flying cars around this city, holographic advertisements everywhere from the view of my 20th-floor studio apartment.Inhale, Wanda. Let the oxygen hurt your lungs a bit like a balloon on the verge of exploding.Then, exhale. Like you're letting go of every pain you went through in your life.I get down from the bed, placing my feet on the soft insoles. I wait as my insoles pixelate around my feet to form a pair of fuzzy sandals. I notice the left one missing some pixels and groan. I have to repair them soon.Walking to my living room, my house looks too clean as if no one lives there for a while. Sighing, I start making my coffee."HELLO, WANDA!""WHAT THE FUCK?" I shout, spilling my coffee onto my hand.Turning my head to the source of t

My feet silenced by the high-tech shoes I wear. Winner wheels louder than me. It sounds like a vacuum in a very low volume. In an age where the owners of loud technologies is frowned upon like crying babies in a public Mechaplane, white noise sounds refreshing. "Wanda, why are you taking me to the restaurant?" I look at his face and smile. "Because I haven't been home much. Great thing about you is you're not forbidden in any place, like other pets. You don't need to go to school like children. I can just take you to wherever I want to see you if I miss you." "You sound a bit emotional." I glare at him. "You sound like Dad." "He's my Dad too." I sigh and look ahead as we got onto the escalator. I was in Indicatha. They had a community of ten thousand humans. I got outside our cabin, bringing a cake. The forest deep and thick. My father used the sun to charge Winner. "Why do you use the sun directly, Dad? I thought we already power everything through his charger... also po