Knisa

“Y-you're a ghost, right?! But why do you look like this?!” Brian half screamed when he saw the pale woman in front of him when Brian just opened his eyes in his rented apartment room.

Brian Tricakradara is a young man who just graduated from college and wants to find a challenge in life by migrating to the city of Bandung to study business in a family company led by his uncle.

In that city, Brian chose to rent a simple apartment, and after that, his relaxed life completely changed.

It turned out that apart from Brian, there was another occupant named Sabina in the apartment, who claimed to be the owner of the room. However, Sabina is not a human to Bride who does have the Sixth Sense.

And strangely, Sabina admits that she is not a ghost even though she does not have a body. And claims to be the permanent owner of the apartment room that Brian has rented.

How can Brian live his life well with Sabina? Will Brian endure sharing a room with a woman who claims to be human but looks like a ghost to him?

Let's follow the story in MY ROOMMATE IS A GHOST

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Hi dear Readers! MY ROOMATE IS A GHOST will be present every day from April 1, 2022, until the end. You are also welcome to read my other works while waiting for the love story of Sabina and Brian, yes!

Works by other Knisa authors:
1. BLOCKED LOVE
2. BRIDE OF MASTER HYBRID
3. BETWEEN CEO AND SINGLE MOM
4. Rich Widower And Beautiful Boss
5. THE YOUNG WIDOW AND THE MAN FROM THE PAST
6. STEPMOM FOR YOUR SON
So, don't be bored waiting for my updates because there are still many works for you to read. Big Love to you guys, and happy reading!!!

MY ROOMMATE IS A GHOST

"Indra..." Malika said Indra's name softly. Their teary eyes met each other as if they felt the same feeling.

"Please come in, Malika!" Indra said to invite Malika to enter. Malika nodded with a sweet little smile and began to look down.

Indra protected the top of the car door with his hand so that Malika's head wouldn't stumble, and he put his other hand on the baby's head so he wouldn't stumble on the other side.

For the first time, Indra touched his flesh and blood. So deeply moved by Indra, he forgot to let go of his hand from the stick that was initially supporting his body, even the stick now only rests freely on Indra's body.

Tears could not be held back and immediately flowed down Indra's cheeks when he felt how soft the little hair was touched on his fingers.

'My dear child. I'm your papa, son!' Indra said to himself as he closed his eyes. Indra felt a happy sensation welling up in his heart.

WHY NOT BE HONEST IF ABRISAM IS MY SON?