Nada Orderan Masuk Novels & Stories

I explain to Nortica. “Wow, you'd be busy this weekend,” Nortica remarks making me wonder what would be significant about this weekend over any other, it's only February. “It’s our biggest day of the year, we've been taking orders since the start of January,” Kat says and both Gwen and Nortica laugh. “Then she gets some men who forget and try to place an order when it's too late,” Rowan adds, throwing a look in my direction. “What am I missing?” I ask them, confused because everyone seems to be clued in to what's happening except for me.

Inosente akong tiningnan ni Theros pero sinamaan ko pa rin siya ng tingin. "Nothing. Gusto lang naming mag-order ulit. Bawal ba?" tanong niya. "Talaga? Samantalang hindi n'yo naman kinakain itong ino-order n'yo," sabi ko habang sinisenyas ang mga pagkain sa mesa. "Nananadya ba kayo? Puwede n'yo namang sabihin ang order n'yo nang sabay-sabay bakit iniisa-isa n'yo pa?"

This was quite the adjustment. A waitress stopped by to take their order, interrupting the conversation. Nadia twirled a strand of hair around her finger and requested a complicated specialty coffee; because that was Nadia, she always wanted everything complicated. Cassandra ordered hot cocoa, not caring how it was made, as long as it helped relieve the chill from her bones. The waitress departed, leaving them in awkward silence.

I asked once as I ended the call "I haven’t gotten my order yet" Why do I keep forget things. "I’m so sorry sir, I will get it for you right away." I said "You know what, just pack my order I will take it to go." He said before he walked back to his sit After I packed the order and approached his table and gave it to him, Amal walked up to me “Nadia wants us to deliver the order." She said "What! since when are we supposed to deliver orders."

Josh informed. “I remember, and yes she did place an order for ten crates of our most expensive bottles,” Jennifer said. “When was this order made?” He asked. “It was made just this morning, sir. I had the receipt sent to your email hours ago and I guess the signal was slow since you’re just getting it. Is there a problem?” Jennifer asked with a raised brow. “No, there’s no problem. I was just wondering what such a large order was for, that’s all.” He answered.

"Thank you, Val. Truly. So... did they see it?" There was a pause on the other end, the sound of papers rustling. "That’s the thing, Nadia. I’m a bit surprised. Usually, a First-Class profile like yours triggers an immediate preliminary ping, especially with my endorsement. But so far... nothing is forthcoming. The status is still 'Under Review.'" Nadia’s heart sank. "Under review? Does that mean they’re ignoring it?"

Jared asked nonchalantly, playing with the pen holder in his grasp. He took out his telephone and took a gander at it, with a look of shock. "Great many orders." Indeed, even Asher, who went with Jared through the turbulent waves, was additionally exceptionally astonished. "Large number of orders?" Jared unexpectedly stood up. Asher nodded repeatedly, yet alone Jared didn't believe it, even he himself didn't believe it! It's under 10 minutes since the promotion passed, and orders are now coming in? Jared was marginally shocked, a decent deals volume was past his assumption!

Gadis itu juga mengusap perut karena kekenyangan. "Berapa, Uda?" tanya Nadine saat handak membayar di kasir. "Tujuh puluh ribu, Uni." Nadine membuka dompet dan mengeluarkan selembar uang berwarna merah. "Eh, sekalian rendangnya dibungkus satu porsi bisa?" Si Uda memberi kode kepada karyawannya untuk menyiapkan pesanan Nadine. "Habis, Uda. Tadi ada ibu-ibu yang bungkus bawa pulang sisanya," jawab karyawannya.

Her grip was surprisingly strong. “I have a granddaughter whose name is Madeline and she is twenty-two. She is very beautiful,” she told me and I forced a smile nodding. Then gently, I released my hands. The next order was from a girl who kept staring at my face. “Um… what is your order?” I asked again for the fifth time. I felt uneasy with her staring at me. Other customers were waiting. She stared for some time more before giving her order. She and some others even asked for my number which I politely decline and finally, the school students flooded out.

"Where do your orders come from? An online form? A direct phone call?" The man hesitated, glancing around as if worried he’d get in trouble for revealing too much. "Look, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but… the orders always come from a private account. No name, no personal info, just a request and payment. It’s been like that for a while."