This Is The Closest Date We Can Get (1)

“Morning.” She padded into the kitchen with a tired stride.

“Morning, my sweet summer child.”

“Morning, my love.”

“Morning, beautiful sister.”

“I enjoyed our self-care yesterday.”

“Good morning, little angel.”

Ibrahim, Malikul, Taqiyuddin, Aisyah, and Siti answered the greeting simultaneously in exactly that order.

All of them were already in their working suits, except for Aisyah who was still a student.

Shadow yawned, smoothed out her disheveled hair and entered the kitchen, and sat next to Aisyah and Taqiyuddin. Malikul was sitting in front of her with Siti next to him. Ibrahim sat in the head seat.

All of them seemed patient enough to wait for her.

“Wow. Y’all look professional except me.” She became self-aware. Apparently, she was the only one who was still wearing pajamas.

“We have an early schedule,” Ibrahim answered, his eyes staring at Shadow’s plate. “Is that enough?”

Her gaze fell on her own plate. Today, Malikul was in charge of the breakfast.

Smooth fluffy pancakes were