"Ok, fine. If you guys want to laugh all the time. I'll just go" Chyntia turned around.
"Oh. Ha..ha..No..No .. Cynthia. Please don't go! I'm sorry ... Ok come here, please sit down" Nizam invited Cynthia to sit still smiling. He felt a little comforted by Cynthia's cuteness. Cynthia then sat down.
Nizam waved his hand and ordered Fuad and Ali to leave the room.
Nizam then asked the servant to serve Cynthia a drink. Cynthia's eyes widened at the bottle of red wine served beside the legged glass. At first glance, Cynthia knew that it was an expensive wine with a fairly old year of manufacture. A high-quality wine that She could only drink on holidays. There are little cakes that are common in America. Incidentally, Cynthia's tongue has not adapted to Azura's special food.
"You want to get drunk ?? Aren't you allowed to drink alcohol?" Cynthia stared in surprise at Nizam.
"No ... it's not for me, it's for you. I purposely found it for you."
