Novel & Cerita My Mr Perfect

I finished my chips and threw the packet in the bin. "OH MY GOD did you just used curse words in front of me you are such a bad girl Anam" The drama queen mode is on. Can someone give him an award for Worst Acting Ever? I was going to give him a good reply but my phone started vibrating. The caller Id shows it is Maira. I quickly answered the call. "Do YOU REALISE THAT YOU DIDNT CALLED ME FROM Two DAYS " she shouted nearly bursting my eardrums. Was God in a bad mood when he chooses friends for me?

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

And I couldn't agree less, I found my perfect man, a perfect love, a perfect house and a perfect family. He was my Perfect Find. Thank you for reading. How was the story? Do well to leave a comment. (Air your mind or buy me coffee)

My mate is the most perfect man who ever lived. “They are absolutely perfect. The flower situation has been officially solved!”

Eva complained and I laughed; she described a Joe Michael that only she knew. "Oh, Eva, are you going to tell me you didn't think he's gorgeous and a gentleman? That's why he's called Mr. Perfect, because he's one of those men full of kind gestures, extremely polite and handsome," I teased her and she looked at me and rolled her eyes, just like she had complained Mr. Perfect did. "Okay, he is handsome, the kind of breathtaking handsome, the universal type where there isn't a single woman in the world who would look at him and not be absolutely certain he's gorgeous!" she pointed, and I found her description quite emphatic.

There’s not much left to do besides be thankful for the way things concluded, and also conclude a few things for myself. It is time to do a little bit of revealing. I’m sure it’s obvious that I’ve always changed the names of the people involved in these blogs in the interest of disclosure. So believe it or not, but Mr. Perfect Match isn’t in fact his real name. No, his real name is Gabe and he is incredibly smart, and wonderful, and every bit as amazing as I have described.