Novel & Cerita Candle Light Dinner Jakarta

The front desk clerk confirmed Larissa's identity and handed over the key. "Our hotel restaurant has just launched a romantic candlelit dinner. Would you be interested in trying it?" she suggested. Finding the idea of a candlelit dinner troublesome, Larissa was about to refuse. Ambrose spoke up, "Sure." "Ross, you want a candlelit dinner?" Larissa asked, surprised. Ambrose weaponized his cuteness and replied, "I want to eat with you." Faced with such a cute and lovely little companion, Larissa gave in instantly, "Okay, then let's eat!"

"You're self-aware!! I'm not a fool!!! everything is expensive in Jakarta? If you want to eat well, you must have money and it's not Romlah's maid's fault that the catering service doesn't want to send the food." "What's going on!?" Fajar Sugiono immediately went to the kitchen when he heard his wife screaming. Mrs Andini approached her husband then grabbed Fajar Sugiono's arm and put on a sad face. "Earlier I told Romlah's maid to order catering for Sheila's proposal event but Romlah's maid made a mistake...she only gave the catering party a deposit of two million so they didn't send the food." Yusa furrowed his eyebrows then looked sharply at Mrs. Andini, 'This woman is really good at acti

We could see the Jakarta skyline from the restaurant, located on the 50th floor of one of the five-star hotels in Jakarta. “Damian.. Are you sure we can get a table?” I asked him as we neared the restaurant reception. He just took Rai’s hand, which was not held by me, and strode inside. “Mr. Damian, would you like your usual table?” the receptionist asked as she saw Damian.

"Alright. Let's all have lunch. I've prepared a delicious lunch for you. It's been a while since I've used the kitchen in this house." They all went to the dining room, where several attentive servants greeted them. The dishes Agatha usually made at home had a distinct Indonesian aroma. Coto Makassar was her choice this time, and it looked delicious and ready to be enjoyed together. The lunch atmosphere was filled with laughter and jokes, interspersed with business discussions, especially the developments at Mountain Pte. Leonel was grateful to move past the previous day's strange news. Robby expressed his opinions several times about the new policies being implemented by Mountain in collabo

Ben asks, already moving to pour me a second round and I nod. Ben opens the bowl our waitress left and an aroma wafts into my nostrils. Rice and peas served with diced plantain and jerk beef. Ben slides a plate across to me. My eyes close as I savour the juiciness of the beef on my tongue. Everything is right. I open my eyes to see Ben smiling at me and my smile fades. To take the attention off me, I point to the candle holder. “Why do we have a candle on our table?” One look around and my cheeks warm. We are the only table with a candle. Ben holds his chest in mock horror. “Candle light dinner, babe.” I cover my mouth, laughing with reckless abandon. “I hope it counts.” Unable to speak, I c

her grandma invited, then fetched a crutch to help Emmy walk to the dining room. Their new house in Bandung wasn’t too big, just two 12-square-meter bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom. The dining area was combined with the kitchen to save space. Grandpa Hasan was already sitting and waiting at one of the dining chairs. He greeted his only beloved granddaughter, “On rainy days like this, nothing beats eating something warm with soup, Emmy. Grandma made full Kudus-style soto with quail egg satay, sweet soy-braised tofu, and fritters. Come on, let’s eat together!”

Elion whispered, "we're okay." Cale nodded. The apartment grew dark as the sun set. There were no lights to turn on. No TV to distract them. Just the noise of the city outside, and the silence of the room inside. Elion lit the emergency candles he had bought at the bodega. "Candlelight dinner," Elion said, putting a plate of cold bread and cheese on the table. "Just like Mira wanted." Cale took a piece of cheese. He ate it. He looked at the candle flame.

he said while stroking my back. We had lunch at a Betawi (native Jakartans) restaurant, Mas Suma wants to eat Asinan(salty fruit dish with vinegar) Jakarta, that's all he eats, doesn't want anything else. In fact, the nasi uduk and fried chicken are really good. And, the Betawi soup, uufft..yummy! In fact, I ordered these two foods to lure him into eating rice. But failed! He even finished two servings of Asinan Jakarta!

The longer that I spend with him, the deeper my conviction grows—he’s the perfect father for Zahra. We had dinner at La Sponda, a name I only know because, as expected, my loving mate had done his research well. The place was entirely illuminated by 400 candles. There was live music that easily got us into our element. I’ve always prided myself on being a great dancer, but my mate was quite the impeccable contender.

Austin fell silent, clearly disappointed. In the end, the kids picked a Jovanian restaurant that they often visited. After placing their orders confidently, Austin handed the menu back to the waiter. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Oh, this restaurant does candlelight dinners every Wednesday, right?" "Yes, we do." "Can you bring one set for them, please? Thank you!" Austin pointed to Alex and Esme, who were deep in conversation. Both adults were taken aback. Austin explained, "Candlelight is so pretty! Mommy always brings us here by herself, and we've never ordered that before. We always just watched other people enjoy it."