Cura Te Ipsum Novels & Stories

Teguh explained. "Of course, because he's broke and hasn’t received his salary. He must be heading to the ‘warseg’ next door." Cecep pointed east. *Warseg = a small shop that sells rice and side dishes. "Warseg? Warung Sega?" Tukijo frowned. *Sega = Rice "Yes. Haha." "Your brain's working well, Cep," Sugeng added. "Let’s go get him!" Tukijo didn’t waste any time and immediately headed to the place. Before that, he asked Marno to buy half a kilo of bird's eye chilies.

Tehzeeb walk in shortly and handover the coffee to him which he collected and sip it but immediately spit it out "Do you want to kill me or what?. I knew your dull but not to this extent. You better get me another cup of coffee again" Ibrahim said throwing the cup of coffee inside the trash can Ibrahim did not allow Tehzeeb to sit even for a second because she was walking up and down for more than five times before he finally said the coffee is okay by him. Tehzeeb was pissed off but try to control her emotion since it's her second day. She don't want to be rude to him but vow not to keep quiet if this continues

“Thank you so much~” “It’s from the owner.” Cerise lisped before chugging the matcha tea down, an exhale of satisfaction as she finishes it halfway. Cerise’s best friend mutters something along the lines of ‘sweet’ and ‘aurum’, but that thought slid to the back of her head, preoccupied with how things are going forward from now on.

"I can leave if you prefer." "No, stay." Catherine sat, looking slightly uncomfortable in the wooden chair. "This is about you anyway. It makes sense for you to hear it." Roberto came over to take Catherine's order. She looked at the menu with visible uncertainty. "The cortadito is excellent," Mrs. Martinez said. "Strong, sweet, traditional. Or if you prefer something milder, the café con leche is very good." "Cortadito, please," Catherine said. "When in Rome."

"Herbes de provence shrimp with couscous and lastly, our white wine choq au vin." "Thank you," Celestine said to the last waiter who served them. She looked at him. "There's a tequila right?" He chuckled. "Yes, of course." "Oh, yes! I feel thirsty for tequila these days," she said, closing her eyes for a bit, remembering the time when she do nothing but drink tequila and have fun with her friends. God knows how she misses those days right now. "Yeah, I have them prepared for you." "Heard it in one of my interviews?" she asked.

and he makes a dash for the oven where smoke is spilling from the back. Slamming the door down he reaches in, then curses, standing back to suck his fingers before running them under the cold tap. Snatching up a towel I pull out a tray of steaming and slightly singed baguettes. "They're fine. They've only just caught." Butter pools onto the tray. "Is there anything on the menu for this evening that's not cooked with garlic?" "Yes, Crema Catalana." James inspects the baguettes with a critical eye. "They'll do. I'll slice them up and give anything that's too black to the dogs.

With that, we walked to the counter. Before I voice my order, he says "Expresso, no cream, half cube". It's my taste but how did he know, then I console myself maybe he too has the same taste as me but he didn't order anything further. While waiting for the order. I felt his gaze on me. I don't know why he is trying to intimidate me with his creepy gaze.

"My name is Isaac Carter. I'm a healer. It's all right, you can drink." He brought the cup to my lips, and I drank the liquid. It didn't taste like anything, but I knew it wasn't water. Deep down, I could detect a slightly sweet flavor. "What is this?" "Zarpini. It's a tea made with the Zarpini plant to calm your stomach," he replied, his gaze falling to the vomit on the floor. "Don't worry. I'll ask someone to come and clean that up. Your stomach will settle soon."

"Just help me order, you know my allergies." Antonio chuckled, picking up his menu again. "Alright, alright. How about we ditch the 'bubble bath goose liver' and go for something a bit more... us?" He scanned the menu. "They've got a fantastic Carne Asada with Esquites here. It's usually a solid bet, nice and rich without being too wild." "As you wish, My Lord," Camila teased, a genuine smile finally breaking through as she playfully bowed her head. "Lead the way, and I'll follow."

Krumpus. Mr. Krumpus was just staring at the woman and his eyes were pinned on his button chest and made him stunned by the woman. He lightly shook his head. “What is this kind of thing?” he asked with a hoarse voice and showed displease by the taste of his drink. The woman smiled. “It’s chamomile tea, one of the finest drink that we have here in the restaurant.” Threw this thing and I do not need it. I want a glass of vodka.”