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In the parking lot of the building, Noah immediately got on his motorbike and drove the vehicle quickly. It only took him twenty minutes to get home. It was true what Alice said, the girl was in the yard of the house, complete with suitcases of clothes that were ready. Hearing the honk, Alice turned around, looking at him with relief. "Where are you going, ma'am?" Noah teased with an amused smile, "Want to move?"

"Noah, you've always been joking. I'm about to die! That stove is about to explode. Hurry up."

"Yeah, I've parked my motorbike first."

"Don't go near it, just stay here, how about it explodes? What are we escaping on?"

Noah didn't heed Alice's words, he kept his motorbike parked in the garage and with god-level courage, the man stepped inside. The aroma of ethyl-mercaptan fills the room. Even though the smell was ordinary, not overpowering. The things he was used to when he was at home if the gas wanted to run out. Alice trailed behind Noah clutching the hem of the man's shirt, shielding him. So if anything happened, Noah would be the first.

Noah's hand deftly released the regulator. It only took him three seconds to solve the problem. "Well, that's all. It didn't explode, did it?"

Alice glanced at the disengaged regulator and stared at Noah icily. "Yeah I thought it was going to explode."

Noah shook his head, pulling Alice's suitcase in the garden. "You're nothing."

"I was about to cook when I suddenly smelled gas."

"So you haven't eaten yet?"

Alice shook her head.

"Alright, let's eat first. I haven't eaten either."

"Okay." Alice was about to walk to the door, but Noah was still faithfully standing where she was which made Alice give her a confused look. "You said you want to eat out? Why are you still like that?"

"Don't want to change first, Al?" Noah looked at Alice's outfit, wearing a crop tea t-shirt and hot pants.

"How come you control the way I dress, anyway?"

"No, it's cold. Are you riding a motorbike?"

Noah tried to find reasons to get Alice to change clothes, but of course, the first reason was that he didn't want Alice to be the attention of the man who often ate at his regular restaurant. Alice finally complied, the girl was wearing trousers, a cardigan, and sunglasses. "Wear like this, it's not cold, is it?"

"There's more, Al, so it's not cold."

"How?"

"Your ride while hugging me."

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They left the house, Alice sat on Noah's arm. Fifteen minutes of travel until finally arrived at a tent that looks, crowded street vendors. Alice looked confused. Even when she was standing in front of the wagon, her gaze was still questioning. Plus the dark glasses on her face made Alice look like a top artist who was holding a cash surprise event. "Here Al, sit down." Noah patted the wooden chair next to him.

"Noah, we to eat here?"

"Yes, Alice. It's a loss if you've never eaten here in your life."

"Eh, sir Noah, I haven't seen you in a long time. Bring who, sir?"

"My wife, Mr. Agus." Pak Agus, Noah's regular fried rice seller, was wide-eyed.

"Eh? Are you married, sir? Wow, good luck, Mr. When is the wedding? Didn't invite?"

"Yeah, just a little, sir. I only invited my nuclear family, my wife doesn't like crowds, she's an introvert," Noah replied with a chuckle.

"What do you want, sir?"

"Just the usual, sir, and two avocado shakes, okay?"

"Okay, wait for it."

"Thank you, sir."

Alice took off her glasses while watching Pak Agus start doing the fried rice cooking stunt. "You uninstalled your Instagram, right?" asked Noah suddenly which made Alice immediately glance and look at him with raised eyebrows, "Rachel said," Noah immediately explained the meaning of Alice's gaze.

"Yeah, I'm taking a break from social media."

"You have a lot of followers, Alice, why don't you try selling your shoes on your own IG? You endorse your stuff, Alice."

"No, I'll be insulted later."

"I thought you weren't afraid of anything, it turns out that netizens made your guts shrink. Surely the people who blaspheme you are really happy now because they managed to make you mentally down." Noah said that while chewing crackers. "They just type something they don't think about first, after typing bad words, they immediately sleep soundly and then forget to ever comment like that. Then what should you think, Alice? Everything on social media is not real."

Although Alan's words were spoken casually, they seemed to have a piercing effect on Alice. The girl finally took out her phone, reinstalled the Instagram app that she had deleted from her phone.

"I see that your followers are many teenagers and girls, that's the right market for your shoes, right? It's a shame if you don't use it."

"Later, my followers will say, 'Alice is already bankrupt, so look for money on social media if they say that, how about that?"

"What's wrong with going bankrupt? It's called life, accept that reality is how we make peace with the situation. Sometimes we need the ability to make fun of ourselves, that's the most powerful form of defense mechanism. Other people will be more reluctant to make fun of you, right if you do it yourself?"

"That's right." Alice nodded.

"Just look for the right content to attract interest."

Alice also opened her Instagram, there were lots of incoming direct messages and notifications from her followers. Alice picked up the phone, her hand reflexively pinched Noah's cheek, and immediately captured the photo in the camera. The girl chuckled amused while posting it on Instagram with the caption: Eating at a fancy restaurant but alone, the taste will be less delicious than eating at a warkop but accompanied by husband :p

"What are you doing, Alice?

Just a minute to post a photo, the notification came right away, no blasphemy. There are hilarious replies from her followers, some are also praising her husband's good looks.

Your husband is very cute, Ma'am.

Looking for something like this, where do you get it?

Hiks, can you just insult the singles :(

It doesn't look like it's been a month, it comes and goes to make a big joke.

Wow, @inbazis, this is being insinuated by Ms.

Like a lamp shining above Alice's head, the girl came up with a brilliant idea. "I know the right content to make my Instagram busy."

"What?"

"You. You should appear on my Instagram often."

Noah choked, the cracker he was eating stuck in his throat. Then he innocently asked back. "Why even me?"

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