Iis Dahlia Bagai Ranting Yang Kering の小説・ストーリー

“Marigold, I don’t know whatever trouble you’ve gotten yourself into but don’t think you can drag me into it. Do you even know what you are demanding for? Maybe if you work like the rest of your mate do, you will know how difficult it is to cough out such amount of money. How do you even intend to pay back?” That didn’t mean to Come out offensive because it’s the plain truth but marigold suddenly pick offense with it and decide to point fingers at dahlia. “Why don’t you admit it? That you are indirectly comparing me to dahlia. Rub it on my face that I’m a liability and not a working class like dahlia!” She lash, rage and envy glistening in her eyes. I don’t need to rub it all her face becaus

Dahlia ~ I stood, frozen at the spot as I watched Kaden. "W-What?" "You're stuttering now?" Kaden frowned, his eyes shone with confusion. I gulped, my hands clenched at each side. Why on earth did I make that stupid wrong turn and get his attention? "No wonder your scent was everywhere, Dahlia, do you have any Idea how distracting your scent is to me? I could barely focus on anything that was being discussed, have you not done enough?" he questioned with anger.

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

************************ Ten bags. Yes, that's how many there were by the time I was done. David carried 9 of them effortlessly, and we headed towards the car. I was a few paces away when I spotted a familiar brunette strutting out of the mall. I squinted my eyes. Dahlia? I was about to turn away, but she recognized me and called out. “Isabella??” Shit. I forced a smile, and turned towards her. “Hello, Dahlia.” “Why isn't this a pleasant surprise, you look even neater than when you were trying to be a good person.”

Daliah is right, and the drink is refreshing. "This is very delicious," I said, praising the drink. Daliah nodded her head, "I hope you can be calmer by looking at this view." Daliah sat in a chair and saw the scenery. The wind blew my hair, and I could smell the scent of the green trees swept by the current "I'm here to calm myself. Somehow it feels like my problem is so complicated I was like I was born just for this," I said.

Dahlia shook her head in irritation. “Your constant pretense is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you ever get tired of provoking people only to end up pretending to be weak?” Dahlia said coldly, her voice colder than anyone had ever heard her. Dahlia was always rainbows and sunshine at some point; people even thought she never got angry. “When you’re a demon,” She scoffed with a cold smile,” I suppose you bring hell wherever you are!”

She walked closer to me and put her hands on my chest. "No , not yet." When I noticed the little frown on her face , I added, "But we're almost done. " She huffed, "I really can't wait. I'm sick and tired of smelling her disgusting scent on you. She's such a leech. A very embarrassing one at that, I can't believe she still clings to you after being brutally rejected like that. " Dahlia doesn't have a disgusting scent. Infact her scent was sweet and enchanting , sometimes it intoxicates me.

I turned around to walk away when… “If only you had given us a child all these years, I wouldn't be going through the trouble. But as the barren woman you are, you are bound to be useless.” Dahlia taunted me. I resisted the urge to turn around and give her the response that she deserved even as tears strolled down my face. Instead, I rubbed my tummy, my reminder of hope and sauntered off because this time, I knew I'd won.

I don't want to be a flower anymore". "What do you want to be, sister?" " A Dahlia..." NOTE: DAHLIA IN ARABIC IS NOT A FLOWER BUT A TERM TO DESCRIBE BIG RAISIN OF FIG TREES, THE ONES THAT ARE SO TANGLED? OLD? AND STRONG. A QUESTION? DO YOU LIKE THESE LONG CHAPTERS OR DO YOU PREFER THAT MAKE THEM SHORTER? THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT.

Cara said. Dahlia turned away, muttering under her breath as her temper continued rising. Finally, she stopped and turned back toward us. “Do you know what it’s like,” she said quietly, “to have someone look at you as if you’re air, while they chase the ghost of a girl who doesn't even remember they exist?” Neither of us answered. “Do you know what it’s like,” she went on, “to stand beside the man who’s supposed to be yours and watch him speak her name every time like an obsession?”