Wa-bagel By Aburi Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a famous spot right down the street from the office, known for making the best medicinal comfort food in the district. Anika pushed open the heavy glass doors, the warm aroma of boiled grains and herbal broth immediately hitting her nose. She hurried straight to the counter, pulling out her wallet. "Welcome! How can I help you today?" the young cashier asked with a bright smile. "I need an order of the special abalone porridge, please. To go," Anika said, her breathing still a little shallow from running. The cashier’s smile instantly dropped into a look of pure apology. She pointed a finger toward the digital menu board behind her, where a bright red text had just flashed across the

Children ran between stalls while adults bargained loudly with vendors. For a moment the three of them simply stood there. Looking like a family. Feeling like strangers. Axel pointed. A stall selling fried dough twists. Golden. Sugar-coated. Arabella smiled. He'd probably never had these before. Didn't even know what it's called. But Axel loved trying new things. Adrian pulled out his wallet. "Three, please.” The man handed over a paper bag filled with warm pastries. Axel grabbed one. Sugar coated his fingers.

There are a few customers around ordering while some are already diving in and from the look on their faces it seems like the food tastes as good as it smells. “Oh that smells so gooood.” Elena says, taking in a deep breath. “I know right?” We excitedly walk over to the display case, different treats catching our eye. I'm at loss as to what to choose. “We should try this one” Elena points to some rainbow colored bagels covered with cream, “or this,” some chocolate filled cinnamon buns, “or maybe this?” a huge fudgy brownie. I laugh. I find her enthusiasm adorable. “Or maybe we should get everything, what do you think?”

she replies in her thick and deep voice, sounding absolutely funny. I heap my plate with apple cider cheesecake cookies, porridge, and scrambled eggs for protein. My eyes wander to the stall of bagels with smoked salmon, cream cheese, sliced tomatoes, and onions, my lips curl up in a smirk when I find Azura filling her plate with three bagels. It’s her favorite food, she used to do the same when we were studying in this Academy. She even prefers bagels for a hangover, she’s crazy for food. Assholes around her stare at her with a mocking glare because she is petite and slim to eat this much but they will be surprised when she will eat more after finishing her bagels.

Pushing one tray to Kyle, she said, "This is yours and this is mine! Enjoy!" Swallowing his own spew, Kyle carefully studied the bagel on his plate. He was sure there was cream cheese like everyone would put on a breakfast bagel, but aside from that, there were... chips. As his brows met, he asked, "Is this what I think it is?" "Doritos!" Gabrielle took a bite of her Doritos bagel sandwich and spoke while her mouth was full, "Ahh! It's so delicious and crunchy! Try it! Try it!"

I offered him an apologetic smile. Marcelle unperturbed, grabbed my arm; “I’m starving. We have a marvelous bakery on the grounds. They make the most delicious bagels. Can’t wait for you to try them.” She kept on babbling excitedly about all the pastries and other goods. Kane followed a few paces behind us, keeping silent.

CHAPTER 34 “I want that bag,” Abigail said, her eyes glinting with desire as she pointed to the display. “Which one, ma'am? This one?” The sales attendant gestured to a row of bags on the shelf. Abigail shook her head impatiently. “That colour is too dull. I want the brown one.” “This one?” the attendant asked, holding up a sleek, elegant brown bag .“Yes, that one,” Abigail said, her excitement evident as she hurriedly collected the bag. Her eyes lit up as she examined it. “It's so pretty.”“

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

“I’ve waited for so long… and I drank all that coffee. I feel like I’m a cup away from a heart attack.” "As I’ve said, I wanted to avoid the rumor mongling people of this marketplace.” Ahbaya explained. She pulled her hand away from mine then she stopped walking. She began to ransack her satchel, looking for something. She pulled something out, then she handed it over to me. “What’s this?” I asked as I pulled the pastry out of the bag. “It’s apas. Baked goodies from mother. Eat up.” Though it’s delicious. It’s not enough to feign my anger off of her.

"Ready, Miss." In less than a minute, four-wheeled vehicles, without further ado, moved to leave the office building area. The woman with blood type A fastened her seat belt, then started to turn her attention to the brown bag. Abby looked at it happily, then opened it. There, she saw a piece of big burger, a bowl of cream soup placed in a medium-sized bowl that was safe for food, four pieces of hash brown, and a six hundred milliliter bottle of mineral water. “This is beyond my expectation. I only asked for one burger and two pieces of hash brown, but this much came instead," muttered Abby softly.