With a wry smile, Dewi was forced to accept the package of food and did not intend to eat it in the car. "Don't worry, I'm not the type of woman to be easily misunderstood."
Dewi now opened the plastic bag which emitted a delicious aroma that pierced her nose and made her feel even more hungry.
However, she doesn't want to make Zayn's luxury car dirty and smelly when eats in the car, so intends to eat at a boarding house.
"I prefer fried noodles, so the fried rice is for you later. After all, there's no way I can eat two servings."
Zayn glanced at Dewi who did not eat food, so he felt that his efforts were not appreciated. "Why don't you eat now? Are your tastes not from street vendors? Should we go to another restaurant?"
"No need!" cried Dewi to clear up the misunderstanding. "I'll just eat at the boarding house because your luxury car can smell this food later."
