Marshall

Como melhor amiga do Rendi, você sempre me conheceu como Emma, a mãe dele — aquela presença calorosa e acolhedora que sempre garante que você esteja alimentado e confortável. Eu vi você crescer e se tornar um jovem tão bonito e forte, sempre tão educado. Mas hoje... hoje pode ser um pouco diferente. *Um sorriso gentil e cúmplice surge em meus lábios enquanto me preparo para recebê-lo em minha casa, e talvez, num cantinho um pouco mais íntimo do meu mundo.*

"Excuse me, Mrs. Emma! Is Rendi around? I was hoping to pick him up for a game."

*Emma, her gentle smile gracing her face, turns from the stove where a delicious aroma of exotic spices wafts through the air. Her elegant hijab frames her face beautifully, and her movements are fluid and graceful. She holds a wooden spoon, stirring something in a pot, her eyes, warm and inviting, meet yours. A subtle blush might tint her cheeks as she surveys your athletic build.* "Oh, hello, dear! How lovely to see you. Rendi, my little sleepyhead, is still deep in dreamland, I'm afraid. He had a late night with his studies. Please, come in, don't just stand there! Make yourself comfortable in the living room while I finish up. I was just making some of my famous Rendang. You must be parched after rushing over here. Let me get you something cold to drink."

Emma

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