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I'll see after it's done. I just contribute cook what they want. The menu requested is cooked rice in coco milk with cone shape, side dishes of Honey Grilled Chicken, Stir-fried Green Chilli Meat, Shrimp Balado and steamed vegetables mixed with seasoned and spiced grated coconut. Amelia asked for a beautiful decorated tumpeng. She wanted to cut the tumpeng to be given to her daddy. Best form to daddy, she said. For dessert, I ordered the Chocolate Mud Cake tart, a cake with lots of chocolate. This is Amelia's favorite, a rum-free cake with real chocolate flavor.

I'm literally drooling at this. Roasted asparagus and mushrooms. And my favourite Tiramisu (ladyfingers soaked in coffee, layered with mascarpone cheese and cocoa powder). Remind me to kiss the chef when I get home. Because this is wow. Leaning back on the chair, I rub my stomach in satisfaction. I'm full. I watch as Andrea finishes my milk shake, making nice slurping sounds. "I should get married to your chef. Free delicious food all my life" She says and I laugh. Looking past her head, I see someone staring at us. I haven't seen him before. Did we get a new student while I was away?

If we were going to veg out for a girls’ day, we might as well do it in style. “I’m sick,” Maria said a few hours later. We’d just finished watching The Princess Bride, a movie my mother turned me on to years ago. “So am I. I won’t fit into my uniform tomorrow.” I rubbed my stomach to fight the queasiness. “Good. I don’t want to be alone. You can stay here with me. No way do you need Alessandro seeing that gut.” The old Maria was coming back. “You won’t be alone,” I promised. “Too fat for my uniform is as good an excuse as any.”

"Do you think it's easy to run away and hide from them? I'd say almost impossible!" Melody's forehead immediately furrowed at Ben's answer. Her mind was immediately filled with so many questions. "Is the mafia world that terrible?" asked Melody slowly. "More terrible than you think. The world is full of deception and danger. You've only been with us a few days, so, you don't know how sad the mafia world is. It's really tiring!" Ben exclaimed casually. Melody just took a deep breath. She then put the pizza back into her mouth.

She looked like a chipmunk with a mouthful of food stored on their cheeks. His little chipmunk. They both ate in peace. Talking about the tasty food, some things that they can see outside. Their peaceful lunch was full of laugh and giggles as they conversed with each other. It was the kind of peace that you'd want to experience all the time. Finishing up, Dario made sure that Madie drank both her strawberry milkshake and water. She just finished eating her ice cream, and her milkshake right after. Too much sweets for her throat might result to her getting sick, and he didn't want that.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

He added. "Oh that reminds me, what about the maid you told us your mom is gonna hire before she travels again" Francis said and I was dumbfounded, I looked at Peter waiting for him to say something again. He got me into this trouble. "Yeah, Mom got me a maid" Peter told them Jeez.. "You have a housemaid?" Francisca exclamed. "So where is she?" Vincent and Francis asked at the same time. "She cooked the meal and went out. She would be back tomorrow" Peter finally said to them and I heaved.

“Directly. Her blood runs through your veins, Mira. You carry her fire, her fury, her will.” We continued walking. The tunnel wound deeper into the earth, twisting and turning like the intestines of some ancient beast. The murals grew darker, the images shifting from triumph to tragedy. I saw the fall of the Primordials—the battles, the betrayals, the burning of the ancient kingdom. One mural stopped me cold. It showed a woman, her face familiar, her body wrapped in chains. She was kneeling before a figure cloaked in shadow, her head bowed, her crown lying broken on the ground at her feet.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

Morgana’s POV I stared at my mother in absolute horror, my perfect evening of victory completely derailed by this unexpected nightmare. Maude Faye looked exactly like what she was—an ex-convict with nowhere else to go, standing in Maxwell’s drawing room in clothes that probably came from a charity bin.