Novel & Cerita Her Last Waiting At City Hall

The city hall opened at 8:30 am, but in the past, I'd always been waiting outside half an hour early. Lucy frowned, scanning the crowd impatiently. She was determined to make me pay for this embarrassment in the livestream. Time dragged on, and the sun blazed overhead. Lucy's anger finally boiled over. She pulled out her phone to call me and give me a piece of her mind—only to realize she had blocked me. Suppressing her fury, she unblocked me and called. "Hello?" I answered. "Zack, where are you? What's the matter with you?"

"Twenty minutes from when I called you. Maybe less." "Then I have eight." "Seven, if traffic moves." "Keep the line open." I put the phone in my jacket pocket and watched the city blur past the window and thought about a woman in a grey pullover reading trust documents at a kitchen table, absolutely composed, with no idea that the building she was hiding in had already been given to the wrong people. Dario pulled up to the kerb at eleven forty-three. "Wait here," I said. "Engine running." "How long?"

She headed to the prison straightly. "Mrs. Villareal, what are you doing here?" it was the head of the police. "Sir, I came here to talk and see Andrea West." she smiled. The police told her that they were still having a preaching time. "Okay, how much remaining time left?" she asked. "Just ten minutes." he said. Ivanna insisted on waiting for her and the police even offered her a coffee. "Thank you." she said. "You're welcome, so how is your baby?" he asked.

They were not all that bad. I arrived at Mayor Pippins’ office a few minutes later and Hector opened my door for me. I told him I’d be no longer than an hour and to stay close. Hector nodded and disappeared back inside the car. The front of the city hall building looked clean and pristine, and I could tell they were spending good money on their landscaping. I entered through the front doors and found a woman sitting at the front desk. “Hello.” She greeted me. “How can I help you?”

She looked up at the receptionist and waved her aside, "That'll be all. Thank you." Minutes after she walked out, the receptionist's smile faded and she took up the telephone on the table and placed a call. "Sir, Queenie Knight just requested for a copy of her previous marriage certificate." She informed. The man on the other end said something to her and she nodded before hanging up. She repaired her face quickly for the next person who walked up to her desk. … Hiltonia Jessica waited in her office for several hours awaiting Queenie's arrival. But after three hours passed without seeing her, she tried to call her again.

It felt like she was slipping from my life. *** The city had long since gone quiet, but I was still parked outside Florence’s office, waiting for her to call. All I needed was one chance—a tiny one. I would show her the man I could be for her. But as the night stretched on, frustration clawed at my chest. Had she already left? Was she ignoring me?

He led her into the City Hall, and even though it was not yet nine o'clock, there were already many people standing at the entrance. Terry took the bag from her hand and asked, "Did you bring the documents?" "Brought." Jessica spoke and glanced at him, saying, "I'm not Hannah, I wouldn't be so careless." Terry smiled and said nothing, holding her hand even tighter. As soon as it struck nine, the windows of the registration office were opened by the staff, and the new arrivals waiting were all a little excited. Jessica was also a little excited, her heart beating a little faster. She looked ahead and instinctively tightened her grip on the bouquet in her hands.

she snarls into my ear where only I can hear it. It's been about two weeks since I last saw him outside my doorway. I have not seen him anymore after that. Not once. Some of my patients told me he also had some business to take care of out of state. Not that I was even asking for that matter, but I heard nonetheless. "He's coming over," she says. No. No. No. Seconds later I feel his looming figure behind me. "Hey guys," he addresses us. Everybody says a quick greeting except Em and I.

If they were going to kill anyone, then it would be me. “Do you have the number?” The sheriff asked. So he went over to the phone and dialed a number. “There’s no answer.” He said. “I’m sure there’s just a hold up. She’s been waiting for this call.” The sheriff said. “Where was she the last time you talked to her?” The mayor asked. “I’m not sure. She doesn’t tell us this stuff. She said that she was close.” The sheriff said. “I don’t suppose you’re talking about Samara?” I asked. And they both looked at me.

As bitterness spread from my heart to every corner of my body, I clenched my fingers hard, crumpling the ticket into a ball. "There's no need. Given that she's already someone else's wife, she's not coming." After saying that, I stood up and tossed the crumpled ticket into the trash. As I walked out of City Hall, I was met with couples coming and going. Some were entering with looks of anticipation, while others were leaving with marriage certificates and smiles of joy. I couldn't help thinking about the previous 17 attempts at tying the knot as I watched them. Every time, it was always me walking in full of hope before walking out alone with disappointment.