I tie my hair up for a moment before getting out of the car, but Cedric stops my hand. I furrow my brows and look at him, full of questions.

"Just leave it untied."

"It's messy if I do that."

"No, it's not," he says. I pout but don't argue further. I quickly put on the sweater that was on the back seat. I'm hungry. I really want to eat the famous fried duck in the Radio Dalam area. I don't know why the restaurant sign bothered Cedric when he asked what I wanted to eat for dinner.

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