Novel & Cerita Don't Call Me Home

Don't call me I don't want to talk to u and don't want to meet u.... U make my life hell the moment u enter in my life makes my life hell.... First you forceful make me your girl friend than you start kissing me without my permission than you send your parents these things r not enough for you....your parents told my mother that i m in a relationship with you great wats left now? Ibrahim leave me alone please for God sake saying all this she cuts the call she feels relief after

Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head? With a heavy sigh caused by spending time with idiots and the heat, I glance down at my fingernails that are in need of a manicure. I’m pulled away from the serious endeavor of extracting a bit of dirt from beneath my thumbnail when the cell phone beside me rings. I check the number and it’s the call I’ve been waiting for. I don’t bother saying hello. It’s not the type of relationship we have. I simply listen until the voice goes silent. “Go home,” I tell the caller. “I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you what I need.”

After barely sleeping all night, with the balcony door left slightly open, Remi woke up feeling dazed. Her whole body was burning. Her eyelids felt so heavy that she could barely open them. She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand and dialed James’s number. She left him more than a dozen calls, yet he did not pick up. Just when she was about to give up, the line finally connected. “James–” “Who are you?” A sweet, unfamiliar female voice came from the other end.

He'd locked the door? "Elias," I called out. "Open the door." I didn't get any response. "Elias," I said louder, knocking again. Still nothing. "I'm not leaving. So you might as well open this door and talk to me like an adult instead of hiding in there like a child." I knocked again… harder this time. Still nothing. Fine. If he wanted to play it this way, I could play too. I kept knocking. Over and over. My knuckles started to hurt but I didn't care.

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?" I nodded. She smiled. Back then, her smile was prettier than anyone's at the group home. But just now, there had been no trace of that smile in her eyes. When she left holding my brother's hand, she did not even look back at me. Neither did Dad. They must really be planning to send me back. If they were going to say it sooner or later, I would rather go first. At least that way, it would not be quite so humiliating.

"I will return to my home country next month to become the youngest tenured lecturer at the Iale University School of Art." My phone vibrated again. I glanced at the headline on the screen. [Montgomery Group Exposed: Financial Fraud Leaders Jailed.] The accompanying photo showed Harrier and Lara being escorted into a police car. They no longer resembled the city's elite. They looked disheveled and defeated. "What's the matter?" my adoptive father asked. I showed him the screen. He sighed. "Evil never stays buried." He then told me what had happened. The Montgomery family had approached my adoptive father and asked him to use my savings to help them out of a financial crisis. He refused witho

At the low lights, the clusters of strangers, the barman pretending not to listen. “Some bar,” I muttered. “Downtown. Park something—” I squinted toward the door. “Noon Bar. The sign says Noon Bar.” There was a pause. “Noon Bar.” Something unreadable in his voice. Then— “I’ll be right there.” “I didn’t ask you to come—” The line went dead. I lowered the phone and looked at it. Letting out a soft sigh, I turned to look at the barman. “Can I get another one?"

"Call me when they leave home but She say she likes it when I turn off my phone Missed call, missed chance A little more than often I call back Girl I'll call when I leave home but She says she likes it when I turn off my phone Get on your back You know I like it when you talk like that You know I like it when you You cotton lace sunlight And I'm taken by the sight My name falls from your mouth You're wearing it out."

"But this is a good opportunity. And I want what's best for you. You know that, don't you?" Kai closed his eyes. What's best for me? Like how you destroyed your friend because you thought it was best for him? Kai's grip tightened around the phone as he thought about it. “Kai?” Mr Singh called from the other end of the line. “Yes…sorry, yes.” "Good." The silence stretched again. Kai looked toward the hallway. Toward the empty house that had finally started to feel like a home. "When would I leave?" Kai whispered, trying to prepare himself for a date a few weeks away.