Novel & Cerita 30 Missed Calls

Eveline said, and I nodded my head with a smile on my face. “Let’s do that,” Hayes smiled, “Family forever,” Hayes said and we nodded our heads. We were all in the moment when one of the workers came to the stairs, “Miss, this phone has been vibrating for a long time.” “That’s my phone,” I said the moment it rang again and the worker handed me my phone. I opened the phone to return the call but I was surprised to see over thirty missed calls on my phone. The call was from Beckham and the hospital.

Cali reluctantly reached the phone on top of her bedside mahogany table. It was her manager, Remedios. She shook her head upon seeing the number of calls. 'Seriously? 30 missed calls? What’s wrong with her?' her mind wanders. “Hello. I’m sorry. I just woke up today," says Cali with a husky voice as if she had just woken up. “Heaven grace! Finally, you responded." “What’s with 30 missed calls?” she asked. Her manager sounded troubled. “Come here. I need to talk to you in person.”

I moaned, to which she laughed harder. "Have you checked your phone? She asked, after she had calmed down from her hysterics. "Facebook is going crazy" This made me stretch out my hand lazily and unplugged my phone from where it was charging before NEPA took light, unlocking it. 20 missed calls. I swallowed immediately after I saw the amount of notifications on my screen. "Dora can you find a place to hide me? "How many missed calls? She asked with a roll of her eyes. "Twenty freaking missed calls." I groaned, "Oh wait seven missed calls from Frank, shit!"

he asked nonchalantly as he folded his arm while still listening. “No you don't understand, it's unlike them to call more than three times especially my mother, she'd always say that it's a waste of time to call someone more than three times, especially after they don't pick after the third ring, I said as I tried to convince him. “Are you sure it wasn't your baby brother who called you by mistake”. “A mistake is maybe three to four times but up to thirty missed calls, do you still think it's a mistake”, I said as I slightly turned my head to the side and gently squeezed my mouth questioning his judgement.

Maya The final game is in six hours, and I can't stop looking at my phone. Forty-three missed calls from Ryan. Sixty-seven text messages. Twelve voicemails I haven't listened to. Three emails with subject lines that range from "Please read this" to "I'm sorry" to "I love you." I've read none of them.

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 He’s been avoiding my calls for a week. Seven days. Twenty-one missed calls. Three text messages I deleted before sending. Two I didn’t. No reply. I keep telling myself maybe he’s just busy. Maybe there’s a family emergency. Maybe he lost his phone or dropped it in a sewer or is out of the country or... I don’t know, anything but the actual truth clawing its way up my throat.

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She looked down at the thankfully deserted street and picked up her phone. Sean's name appeared on her phone. She hesitated to answer it or not, but before she could decide, the call was disconnected. She breathed a sigh of relief. She stared wide-eyed at her phone. 165 missed calls. 86 messages. 43 voice mails. What the hell was this? Sorry if she cursed, but what could she do when she saw 165 missed calls, 86 messages and 43 voicemails on her cell phone? She scrolled through the missed calls and found that most of them were from Sean and others from Aiden or Karen. Before she could look at her messages, her phone died. She cursed again and threw the phone back where it had been.

Motherfucker! The head of the cleaning crew, Louis, already knows where the stuff he will need is, so I mind my business and let him do his. I swipe the phone out of my pocket while placing the plates in the sink. Twenty-seven missed calls. What the fuck? I scroll down until a private number shows up. There are eleven missed calls alone from the same number. She is not gonna let it go, would she?

Her partner, Detective Klein, didn’t look as convinced. “We went through your phone records,” Klein said, dropping a printed sheet onto the table. “Lots of missed calls in the past week.” Chris glanced down. His stomach twisted. “Do you recognize this number?” Klein asked. He didn’t need to look twice. He knew that number—Anthony. “Ten missed calls in one day,” Klein continued. “That’s a lot of persistence. Makes us wonder what was so urgent.” Chris didn’t answer. He stared at the paper, his mind scrambling for a response that wouldn’t sink them both.