Novel & Cerita Fifteen 15

One foot, the next. Day fifteen. Fifteen left. I went in and started the work.

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Five down. Fifteen to go. The work continued.

We didn't know if she could hear us, but we hoped our words could give her strength and hope. "This is crazy," Julien muttered while holding back his emotions. "Crazy, yes. But reality. And this is what we have to change, Julien," I replied firmly. I looked at Julien, seeing the disappointment and anger that radiated from his eyes. I knew what he was feeling. I felt the same way. This is crazy, it's really crazy. How could it be in such modern times, there are still villages that are remote and difficult to reach, with very minimal health facilities? How could someone's life depend on such a long and dangerous journey?

The guests were mocking and Iris was enjoying the big show and when Alden was about to bid for his gift. A familiar deep, masculine, magnetic and loud voice echoed and tore the silence and melted like butter in Alden's ears. "Fifteen Millions". Everyone snapped out it as they blinked their eyes. They thought they heard improperly but the repetition of the words shocked them more. "I pay 15 millions". As soon as this word fell, a loud uproar fell into the atmosphere.

Our fifteenth wedding anniversary fell on a crisp October evening. "Fifteen years," I said, getting ready. "How is that possible?" "Mathematics," Alexander said, adjusting his cufflinks. "Time plus commitment equals fifteen years." "That's not romantic." "Fine. Fifteen years of waking up next to you. Fifteen years of loving you. Fifteen years of choosing you every single day. Better?" "Much better." Luna appeared in our doorway. "You guys look fancy. Where are you going?"

“We bury her case before she even gets a chance to fight it.” Fifteen million. That number keeps bouncing around in my skull like it’s mocking me.

"Is he bidding for you? Didn't you tell him you were coming today?" I shook my head, a lump forming in my throat. It had been over a month since Anton last came home, and we hadn't spoken in ages. Even if I had told him, he wouldn't have cared. Seeing my expression, my father seemed to understand something. His face darkened, and he raised his paddle. "Six million." "Ten million." Without hesitation, the other bidder raised his paddle again. "Fifteen million." "Thirty million." My father's hand trembled, and he seemed to hesitate, but eventually, the paddle fell weakly onto his lap.

She shrugged. Oh to be fifteen and so carefree. . . . _________________________

The housemaid had even cried about being sent away without doing anything wrong to offend Jessica. Jessica had to give the young maid extra money and told her she would still attend her school. Jessica promised she wouldn't stop paying the maid's school fees, even though the maid was no longer under her care. The young maid was very smart and nice. She did all her house chores alone, before Jessica would even wake up or send her on errands. Florence Gregson was a fifteen-year-old girl, and Jessica had seen how much Florence cared for Caleb and Nina. She even helped them with their homework as if she were their real elder sister. Yet Florence was only a maid and not related to them.