Chapter 37

Finally, I decided to tell him the problem I was facing right now as he kept nodding his head while I was talking.

Occasionally he would put his hand into the jar containing the syringes, the typical Indonesian cookies he bought when he bought the drink I ordered at a coffee shop with a strong Indonesian concept, directing the hand that was holding the cookies to his mouth before chewing them with an expression that seemed to really enjoy his snack.

As soon as I finished telling my problem, my best friend just stopped nodding his head and frowning with an expression that seemed to tell me that he was thinking of the right solution to help me.

Or at least that's what I'd like to hope for because if I didn't, I wouldn't think twice about snatching the cookie from his hand and not giving him the chance to enjoy another cookie that seems to have made its way onto his favorite snack list.