ESHRICK EILROSE
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Last published Wed, Feb 28, 2018
Mengisahkan tentang Carl Eshrick bin Tan Sri Elexander seorang yang dingin dan tidak berperasaan tapi bila dia ditakdirkan berjumpa dengan anak angkat mummynya jadi lain pula
"Jangan pandang aku macamtu kalau kau nak selamat pendek , dahlah pendek kuat membebel sakit otak aku " Carl eshrick.
"Eii pakcik muka singa ni , bapak singa segala singa la , cuba senyum sikit , ni tak asik nak bengis je muka , ingat handsome ke buat muka macamtu ? " Eilrose .
Dalam diam cinta mula berputik . Dapatkah mereka bersama ? Ada halangankah ? Dapatkah eilrose menerima jodohnya seorang yang bekerjaya tetapi dalam masa yang sama dapatkah Eil menerima pekerjaan yang satunya itu ?
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