Cangkir Mas Novels & Stories

Or the correct thing to say was that I wasn't familiar with any of the beverages on the list. "Oh, here you are?" The old lady said after approaching our table. A wide grin spread across her face. "Why didn't you tell me you were expecting a guess sir. I would have escorted her to you." She inquired. "It's no problem Mrs. Chang." He said. "Have you decided what you would like to order?" "I will just have the black Coffee." He said "I will be using our special Luwak beans. I know you enjoy it." Mrs Chang said before her eyes landed on me and so did the handsome stranger.

Darian replied, approaching Fahira and putting his arm around her shoulder. "Stingy!" the girl retorted, giving Fahira a sharp look before leaving. Finally, after a long drama, Darian and Fahira ended up at a cart selling cendol (a traditional Indonesian drink) by the roadside to refresh themselves. "Are you sure, Mr. Darian, that you want to drink here with me? Or do you want it to go, so we can drink it at home later?" Fahira asked hesitantly. "Oh God, a sultan's child drinking cendol by the roadside in the scorching sun. Isn't he afraid of melting in that handsome body of his!" Fahira thought, blushing as she watched Darian calmly gulp down the cendol despite the heat of the sun. But Fahi