Chapter 480

“Oh, my goodness. What’s the deal with all the sand? Lady Edel wished to sit and look out around the lake. What am I supposed to do?”

Bassel snorted and used her gun to shake off the sand dust that had accumulated on the chair before wiping it down with a wet mop. Her round hips shook as she mopped, and when she tried to dust off her T-shirt with her left hand, the T-shirt rolled up, revealing her belly button. Basel was unconcerned. Should she call it her unique style? Anyway, back to the startling transformation. It’s the cool fashion

The rocking chair is a work of art created by a Kurdish craftsman who worked overnight for a month. Basel brought the rocking chair because Edel values opulence and she is uninterested in jewelry. She’s cleaning for the third time today.

If Dubaiburupa is the incarnation of a god and is the object of reverence, Lady Edel is an angel who laughs and weeps. Every Novatopia loves and likes lady Edel.

The blonde beauty, sitting in a terrace rocking chair and gazing out at Lake Yoah, became the Novatopian’s avatar. The ash tree rocking chair on Lake Yoah’s mansion’s terrace became famous for its quaint love, the epitome of chastity, and love that will always come true.

[Bésame, bésame mucho

(Kiss me more, kiss me much more times)

Que tengo miedo a perderte.

(because I fear I will lose you)

perderte después.

(I’ll lose you sometime)

Quiero tenerte muy cerca

(I want to hold you so closely)

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From the kitchen, a singing voice could be heard. The voice was clear and refreshing to hear, but it was sad and desperate.

“Oh, how good the lady! Die.”

Ddudadak- Bassel swung nervously at the headquarters. A year has passed since Dubaiburupa developed the groundwater and left. There was no letter, no phone call, and no one knows where he is.

Ombuti mentioned that Dubaiburupa returned to his hometown. Basel was taken aback. Dubaiburupa is God’s incarnation. Of course, God’s hometown is heaven. Heaven is said to be brimming with joy. There will be a plethora of lovely angels, but what about Lady Edel?!

[ mirar me en tus ojos

(I want to look at myself in your eyes)

verte junto a mi

(I want to be by your side)

Piensa que tal vez mañana yo ya estaré lejos

(I think that maybe tomorrow I’ll be away far.)

Mui Rehos de Sau

(far from where you’ll be.)]

Besame Besame Mucho

(Kiss me more, kiss me much more times)

como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez

(As if this were to be our very last night.)

que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después.

(because I fear I will lose you. I’ll lose you sometime)

“Ah! Lady!”

Bassel stumbled as she pressed her chest. She didn’t want to hear the final line. The lyrics of “Perderte. Perderte” pierced the heart of a 19-year-old child. She could feel the lady’s heart, which was tired of longing.

“I hate you, Dubaiburupa!”

Bassel muttered and took a look around. There was no way anyone could have heard her, but she couldn’t believe she could say that.

[ Bassel Jadir, you are not guilty. But if you think So, I am Dubaiburupa will forgive you. As Mohammed Jadir’s younger sister Bassel Zadir’s mind and body are clean, Dubaiburupa declares.]

Even a single toast brought to mind the gospel of Dubaiburupa, who recognized her as someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, and who brought her a life out of the hell. Her heart warmed just thinking about his gospel.

It’s insane to hold a grudge against Dubaiburupa, who saved her, her family, and her husband’s lives. Furthermore, providing them with land to live on. He is their life’s savior, their faith’s master, and their more precious being.

“Hmph. But hateful is hateful.”

Despite she likes him more than anyone else in the world, she hated how he burned the heart of the angel-like lady. Tudadadak- Bassel’s hands were busy with wiping the dust. The 19-year-old girl was more sensitive than petals.

“Bassel!”

“Yes, lady!”

It’s the call that makes her feel better. Bassel quickly opened the terrace door and entered the room. Edel, who was kneading the dough, looked at her.

“It’s going to be dusty soon, so what’s the point of cleaning?”

“Hehe, I don’t know when you’re going to sit there.”

“Anyway, stop doing useless things and rest. It’s not Harmattan season yet so why the sandstorm is blowing like this?”

“Are you still practicing cooking?”

“Yes, I just finished preparing the ingredients. Should I take a break?”

Edel came out of the kitchen. She was dressed as Bassel. The hot pants that barely covered her pelvis and the tight-fitting T-shirt that showed off her body’s curves. Her pale face, which appeared to be filled with rage, had been tanned with light brown, but her dazzling beauty had not changed.

The blonde hair that looked like it was made of gold, the exquisitely flowing curves of a slender height, and Ixora chinensis in her hair all added to her sensuality. Edel, who added sensuality to her innocence, captivated everyone, including the lollipop man on Blanche Street (a prostitute’s village).( A lollipop man he is the man out off the business)

“Ah!”

Basesl let out a thin nasal sound. Her heart fluttered despite the fact that she was a woman.

“Is there something on my face?””

Edel raised her flour dough-covered hand.

“No. It is because you’re so pretty.”

“What’s the point of being pretty? There’s no one to look at.”

“I know. Sir Dubaiburupa is so mean.”

“He has a lot of work to do. Do you think that I would have fallen in love with him if he was just a rich handsome guy?”

Edel sighed, turning away from Bassel. She remembered Atti’s hospital, where she met him for the first time. She fell in love with him because of his pure soul rather than his superhuman ability; he removed parasites from the bloody bodies of children who were in pain. The man who appeared like a shooting star across the night sky was stuck in her chest.

“That’s true. How a good man turned to be bad man?”

“Haha!”

Edel burst out laughing when Bassel made the inevitable remark. A true man is unavoidably a bad man for a woman. It’s impossible to imagine Dubaiburupa wrapped in Rudy Edel’s skirt.

“Where did Lee Ji-han go?”

“He must have gone fishing. These days, he often carries a fishing rod.”

“He’s in a lot of pain. If he could catch a big fish, he will get relieved”

Edel’s expression was slightly blurred. Uncle Ombuti brought in Yijihana three months ago as a chef. He is an Eritrean who lost his entire family and fled with his young daughter, despite being very sick. Yijihana was a fantastic cook. He is skilled in Arabic and French cuisine, as well as Asian cuisine.

He proved himself with a sharp knife. Edel called for hooray when the fish, which had only left its head and bones, swam leisurely.

“I’m happy. The savior is here!”

Edel was well aware that her cooking skills were not very good. The teacher is excellent, but no one knows whether the blind disciple will be able to acquire the techniques.

“Akra is taking care of the Tigre, so don’t worry. Lake Yoa is beautiful to look at. But would be there any fish? I also don’t know why the chef throws a fishing rod in a lake where there are only frogs. Would you like to make a dish with a frog?”

Basel flinched. Scaleless frogs are unimaginable cooking ingredients in the Arab world. Syrian orthodoxy has long been forced into Arab culture and has been greatly assimilated. Cultural disintegration was also the starting point for elaborate leaders like Bakri to have serious doubts about religion’s integrity.

“There must be a good reason for that. Women often do things that men can’t understand.”

“Maybe he went to Buku Lake in Nguanga Serir. I heard there are many fish there.”

“What should we do? Lake Buku is 50km away.”

Edel’s face became blurred.

“Why?”

” Dubai is at Samaria Farm right now. What if he came to Novatopia today?”

“Oh, that’s why you were practicing cooking? Should I send someone to call him?”

“I don’t want to bother the chef….”

Edel hesitated.

“That’s your problem, lady. Lee Ji-han is the mansion’s cook and your employee. Yet you are still giving him so much freedom. ”

“Oh, my goodness! You should not use such harsh words, Bassel. He’s a heartbroken person. Cooking is the heart. Do people enjoy eating food that has been made with a sick heart?”

“…”

Basel’s spirit wandered for a while. As expected, she is a lady with the heart of an angel. But it seemed to make sense.

“Actually, I wanted to make him food by myself.”

Edel smiled brightly. She enjoyed just imagining Dubai enjoying the food she had made. Why should she give that pleasure to others?

“You’ve been treating patients all morning, lady. I’m exhausted as well, and I’m about to pass out. Simply leave it to the chef and relax.”

Bassel was nervous. God blessed Lady Edel with beauty, heart, body, clear hair, and everything else, but He did not bless her with cooking skills. Unfortunately, the lady’s tongue is nearly blind. It’s not the first time she’s become nauseous as a result of the lady’s use of strong spices.

“No, I can make some bouillabaisse.”

“Why does it have to be bouillabaisse?”

“Last time, he said he wanted to eat spicy fish stew. When I asked Lee Ji-han, he said that spicy fish stew, an oriental dish, is similar to bouillabaisse.”

“Then you mean that all the frozen fish that look tasteless are bouillabaisse ingredients?”

Bassel pulled her head out and looked into the frozen fish in the sink bowl.

“Lee Ji-han said that the uglier the fish for bouillabaisse broth, the thicker the soup comes out.”

“Sigh, I can’t live because of you. But how can you put in headfish? Those who are undergrown are poisonous.”

“It is funny. Dubai would rather say it’s good.”

“I don’t know. You take care of it.”

“Will it be okay?”

Looking at Basel, Ethel grabbed the hem of her hot pants and pulled it down. Her outfit is identical to Basel’s, only her pelvis and chest are covered, leaving the rest of her body exposed.

Women in Novatopia dress in hot pants and T-shirts on a daily basis. When they worked, they wore a mompie and a skirt given to them by Dubai, but in normal times, most women wear hot pants. The issue is Ethel herself.

“Lady, are you worried again? You also heard what Dubai said at the Wakil Chamber. I can remind you. [From now on, wear jeans, hot pants, and a sleeveless T-shirt. A pretty face and body are a gift from God. Beauty should be enjoyed by all. It is a sin to hide and not reveal it.]”

Basel pulled her chin and stood upright, imitating with a solemn voice.

“Pfft. That’s true, but…”

Edel stumbled. She, who supported Basel and Aichet’s arguments, suggested to Ombuti that women’s clothing be liberalized. Ombuti, who was jumping up and down, was also captivated by the words of Dubai.”

When Edel wore the hot pants, the other women began to wear hot pants as well. Thanks to this, Novatopia men’s eyes enjoyed a treat.

Now, when you go out on the street, you can’t even see Chador or Niqab at all. A woman with all her limbs exposed in the sun walks. It is a reality that cannot be imagined anywhere else in Africa. For Novatopia women, Edel is a ray of light that lifted the darkness.

Dubaiburupa has a strong conservative tendency. As a result, Edel, the perpetrator of the incident, quietly knelt down. But she couldn’t bring herself to accept the atrocities of covering women in black cloth again.

“Should I call the chef?”

Anxious Bassel asked one more time.

“No. He might be able to catch fish for the spicy fish stew.”

Edel shocked her head. People who are heartbroken need to be left alone.

“Okay. I’m going downstairs to clean up. Don’t overdo it.”

“Okay. Don’t worry.”

Edel was sure of herself. Even though she was unfamiliar with kimchi stew, she was able to impress (?) Dubai with it in Najamena. Bouillabaisse is a far more well-known dish than kimchi stew. That was her father’s favorite dish, so he ate it whenever he went to France. The chef also explained the recipe to her.

Edel poured an entire barrel of olive oil into a large pot with a thick bottom. she claimed that using enough olive oil would enhance the flavor of the broth. She heated up a bunch of onions, fennel, carrots, tomatoes, and garlic. The extra olive oil coated the ingredients without sinking, but Ethel dismissed it. A pleasant aroma was released as the ingredients began to boil.

“Haha! I had a hard time getting Korean garlic, but it wasn’t tasty, and it was rotten. Oh, it shouldn’t taste too good, what if he becomes fat?”

Edel put in a lot of ingredients with her ridiculous worries.