Bittersweet Café Basa

Bittersweet Café Basa

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In the relaxing ambience of Bittersweet Café Basa, here underlies different stories of love with a pinch of bitterness after the sweetness has gone. The café seems to be full of whirlwinds of love stories at every corner of it. Nine delectable sweetness of each variety on the café's menu also grants the readers a taste of heart break. Chocolate Series (Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, White Chocolate, Milk Chocolate): The series is a story about a girl secretly in love with her guy best friend hoping that he will someday see her in a different light. Caramel Macchiato: Another narrates about two people, secretly in love with each other, trapped in a love triangle, are tangled in a web of lies weaved and twisted by the wicked intentions of someone very close to their hearts. Raspberry Milk Tea: When love is there but fear and self preservation takes over, will this spoil the perfect chemistry and ruin their road to a happy ending? Cappuccino: A friendship strong as a brotherly bond and intertwined by music and lyrics will only be broken and buried into nothingness by the selfish love of one of them for the same woman. Cherry Mocha Crunch: Traumatic experiences of things taken away from her, will she forever be stolen of things she cherishes the most and hurt the rest of her life especially when the thief is her own jealous cousin? Mango Melon Tango: Can a woman who just happens to sit in the café, just being a good observant of all these things, be safe from the curse Bittersweet Café Basa has to offer? Or will she be as mysterious as the café and just happen to have a bittersweet story of her own? Will they be able to conquer their fears and predicaments? Or will they only end up with a realization that it was never really meant to be to begin with? Some people call the café some sort of sweet refuge; however, it is nothing but bittersweet. Can one really call it "refuge" when everyone else's endings are nothing but bittersweet?
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