Novel & Cerita Pintu Kamar Warna Putih

Julio opens the door for me and I walk in. " There are 7 bathrooms on this floor. Just look around for them. On the door, there are schedules for the bathroom. Add your name to the list on the door. My room is on the top floor. If you need anything just let me know." Julio turns around and walks away. I close the door and look around my bedroom. The wall is bare of any paintings and pictures. The color on the walls is some off white shade while the linen is a mix between blue and black. Nothing matches with each other. The furniture in the room is just the minimum.

I should have noticed it right away. "This is it," Zalu says, and I look up at a yellow door with a black one on it. "I get room one," I ask, and she nods while turning the knob. "You were the first to arrive," Zalu says, and the door swings open. She leads me into a room fit for a grand hotel, and my eyes widen as I look around. Unlike the other rooms we have been in, this one is white with splashes of grey. No bright colors clashing with one another in sight. Just white and grey walls with lavish furniture just begging to be laid on.

I told him as I walked into the room. The bedroom we are staying in is pretty simple. There is a queen-size bed on the far wall when you walk in with a light tan-colored stand on both sides of the bed. The bed set was made up of a plain light blue color. To the right of the bed was a door that was the closet. On the other side of the bed was a small and plain white bathroom. Next to the bathroom was a tan couch and a cheaper-looking fireplace.

Although the room was big, her bedroom was bigger than the guest room, there was a king size bed and one of the walls was a ceiling to ground window which also gave the guest access to gaze at the city view outside. The guest bathroom had a toilet, shower and sink, it was bigger than a normal bathroom. Across the guest room on the right was the dining room, there was a black dining table and four white chairs. “ Why must be white. It's annoying.” Eva muttered, planning to change some furniture and wall painting in her apartment. Though it took her a while to make this decision. She distaste the color white because it made the whole place too bright.

I asked as he glanced at me before opening his bedroom door. “Don’t worry, they will arrive later. I’m the one who always goes home earlier than them,” he said before we stepped inside his cozy bedroom. I was stunned by how minimalist his room looked. The walls were painted grey, his perfectly made-up bed was the color of white, and the curtains hanging both sides of his huge window were black. I like that his room was cleaner than I expected because I always assumed guys having cluttered everywhere, like how my room looked like. Now I was ashamed of myself for being more disorganized than a guy.

He appears to be simply inviting everyone who wished to enter his room inside. I dismissed the idea and went on to enter the building. I was mistaken in my assumption that it would be blue because his door is that color. The color scheme of this room is black and white. It's quite masculine. Even the surroundings and the scent are very masculine. I couldn't resist giving it a whiff. Even from here in his room, I can smell him. I take a peek at the folder that is positioned above the desk. I made the decision to approach the table and grab the folder.

He was following me as I walked to my room, I opened the door of my room and let him in. I looked at him, staring at my bedroom, it had a beige colour wall and a white colour wall, my bed large and white with some beige colour. It didn't have girly posters or things, I didn't have those stuff except things that Max shouldn't see which I made sure that I hide those stuff away.

She woke up with groan, her head pounding from the exhaustion. She laid on her bed, her eyes gazing on the POP above her. It took her quiet a moment to realize that she was in her new home, on her new bed and in her new room! How iconic! Groaning loudly once more, Zeenah sat up, her eyes surveying the large beautiful room decorated in her favorite colour. Purple. She smiled at the memory of when the Samirah was pestering her on what colour she likes despite knowing what it was. The room was painted in purple and white. Plain white curtains with touches of purple on the window. Almost everything in the room has a touch of purple mixed with white. Samirah really did work some wonders with deco

She pushed the door open, revealing a room that seemed frozen in time. The room was a toddler's paradise, filled with soft, pastel colors and whimsical touches. A beautiful white crib stood against one wall, adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. A rocking chair sat beside it, upholstered in a soft, pale pink velvet. The walls were painted a gentle lavender hue, and the floor was covered with a plush, cream-colored carpet.

Very much contrasted to the white that seemed to be everywhere. "This is your room." He said as he opened one of the solid black doors. Behind that door was where the color was. Four post bed with purple bedding lined in silver. The bedside tables were black, the floor was the white marble with purple area rugs placed here and there. There was a vanity and a dresser that of course was purple and so were the curtains. If it wasn't purple it was black or silver. Not at all my choice of decorating, but it actually worked. "If there is anything you would like to change all you have to do is say the word and we will change anything to your liking."