Novel & Cerita Abu Bakar Iron Man

"I am just a simple man like any other. Please, call me Abubakar." "It's a pleasure to meet you," Adnan lied through his teeth, grasping the man's hand tightly and giving it a squeeze, just enough to let him know that he wasn't in the mood for games. "That's a firm grip there, boy," he said. "Do you work out?" "Sometimes," Adnan replied, disliking the way he called him boy with ease.

Curious about his presence, I sit to look at him better. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” I ask, but the boy throws me a disdainful look. “Milena brought me out for fresh air. And you, shouldn’t you be working?” Bold just like his mother. I growl mentally. “You must be Alex,” I say the obvious, disregarding his boldness. However, I confess I’m surprised by my calm tone. “And you must be Mr. Iron Man,” he replies, causing me strangeness. “Iron Man?”