Naya and I were cooking in the Roulette headquarters kitchen when people came.
They immediately lay on the carpet, playing games.
Yes, as usual.
"Naya, come on!" cried Yogo who suddenly stood beside Naya.
"You shocked me! It felt like my heart was going to jump out of place!" I pouted annoyed, then added salt to the seblak I made.
"It's great your heart can jump!" said Yogo, then clapped.
"Be careful, or you can't eat the seblak I made!"
"Gosh, you're cranky! Tired of looking young, Mel? Want to look old? Keep on sulking! Guaranteed, premature aging and the like will come straight to you!"
I scowled and glared at Yogo. He even teased me back and puffed out his cheeks.
"Wow! You're even fighting! Just wait outside, Go!" said Naya.
Yogo stepped out, after sticking out his tongue and teasing me.
Isn't he the notorious Roulette leader? Did he just bang his head somewhere?
