1984 A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Thirty Four Day Eight Bisola opened her eyes as the alarm beside her bed rang for the tenth time, reluctantly she had to woke up and face the challenges for today, it was when she was enjoying her morning sleep that she had to woke up again. Actually Bisola had just a little bit of sleep last night, not because she dreamt about Dapo or thinking about him, she slept very late because of herself.

"Armani, you? Since when do you love books?" I give him a tight smile. "You might be surprised, Brother." "I certainly would be. Tell me, which book did you both read and bond over? I’m sure Lauren and I would love to read it as well." I hesitate. Damn. I should have seen this coming. My mind scrambles for an answer, but it’s blank. Any title. Any author. Anything. "1984," Rena says smoothly, setting her half-eaten bread down. Her voice is calm, self-assured. "It’s an interesting read, given the current times."