Novel & Cerita Pintu Kamar Warna Putih

From the door you could see the whole room. A bed in one corner covered in a beige cover, a white throw over, and a mixer of white and beige pillows. The bed also had four mahogany bed posts which made it look elegant. Now, I could see the Royalty touch in it. The other corner had a mini fridge, a beige two seater couch, beige walls and a small cabinet with a microwave and coffee maker on it. The curtain though was different. It was cream white and black. I don't know how long I admired the room but my feet let me into the fridge after doing so. I was a little thirsty after the argument. I hadn't opened my mouth that much in years.

He said opening a door and I followed him in. I gasped as I entered the room, the wall wasn't as white as his corridor and lobby earlier. His room was painted grey, and it had a black polka dot wolf design too. I could see his kitchen already, when I entered. It has many doors and I guessed there were many rooms. "Which room am I staying in?" I asked. "Our room, there's only one bedroom." He said. "The other rooms are the bathroom, the dressing room, the laundry room, the library, and the store room." He added and I nodded.

I reminded myself to furnish that room anyways. I could not close my mouth, because I was in literal awe at the moment. This room was a mixture of luxury, art and comfort. The walls were pure white—in honesty, I had no clue why Dice was so obsessed with white paint when he only had grey and black clothing alone, himself. There were a couple of paintings and a few stickers on the wall, highlighting the paint. There were a couple of our pictures too. They had been taken during public events and Dice had framed them, only to put them up in his home in Paris.

Patricia said and I slowly walked out sadly. I can't believe that just happened.. I followed the instructions she told me and finally arrived at the door. I walked into the room and sighted four beds but two were taken while the remaining two were vacant. Great! This room has only four beds. The room was painted in white, unlike the other room that was all pink. There were small designs on the wall and it added beauty to the room. This room is the fanciest and most beautiful of them all. The colour made the room more lively.

tuwang-tuwa niyang tanong. "Hindi, this is my room. May kukunin lang ako," aminin man niya o hindi ay nakaramdam siya ng panghihinayang at pagkahiya. Napabuga na lamang siya at muling sumunod sa lalaki hanggang sa buksan nito ang pinto sa may tapat lang din ng kwarto nito. "this is your room." seryosong saad niyo. Hindi ito kasing laki ng kay Shawn ngunit mas malaki pa rin ito sa bahay nila. Pastel color ang loob nito at baby pink din ang kama.

' I ask. 'Yes, actually an accomodation for any and everyone. Irrespective if the race, origin, gender, colour and appearance. The only thing that is terribly not encouraged here is an evil mindset' explains Mr. White 'Feel yourself at home' saying so he opens the door that held a number plate 107 to an unoccupied room with two beds. 'Thank you' says Jessica before closing the door behind us. The room is painted with greenish blue and occasional flowery patterns. Its spacious enough for a free residence. It has a sofy mattress and a rectangular bedside table connecting our beds, that held a flask, glasses and a bowl of chocolates.

“see, it’s perfectly fine.” the room was covered in white, just like every little thing in his place, is white. there was a stiff white bed frame with white sheets. white tiles were on the floor underneath the pure white walls, which were below the matching pure white ceiling that held the blinding light. i wanted that light removed too, along with that camera that monitored my every move, which was bolted to the corner of the ceiling. then there was the door that was made out of one hundred percent silver which was eight inches thick, it matched the bars on my small window that was next to the bed.

The other two men who brought us in here didn’t say a word, instead, they nod at the ladies who respond with another warm smile, and then they start to lead us down a long hallway. They both stop in front of one of the doors and usher us in. The room is decorated in pink and white. Pink is not one of my favorite colors, but the room looks beautiful nonetheless. There are two separate beds on opposite sides of the walls with a floor-length window in between. The curtains are white with black patches and there’s a small television just in the middle of the room with a large wardrobe to it’s right. The room is definitely beautiful.

I handed him the water. “I thought I'd see something pink.” He scoffed and drank the water. I frown. “Are you a pervert?” I suddenly blurted out. He chokes and glares at me. “So-Sorry.” I know he meant my room. It's a combination of white and beige. “I don't love pink, I also don't hate pink. Just so-so.” He nodded as his eyes were busy inspecting the whole living room and kitchen. His eyes stop at the mahogany door near the comfort room. It's my bedroom.

We hugged each other and I kiss his head while he kiss my cheeks. "How's your duty?" I ask while I enter his white themed room. Literally everything is in white but when you entered his walk in closet all his clothes are colorful in contrast with his white room. Of all our rooms Parker's room was the one who is routinely painted by new coat of white paint every 4 to 6 months. Daddy hates it if he see some yellowish patches on Parker's room. I sat down on his white couch while he sat on his white Lazy boy.