Jendela Menghadap Jalan Novels & Stories

The notification that is on my screen makes my eyes bulge and my breath hitch. ‘Look out the window.’ The message reads. It’s from Killian. My body jumps up my bed and I head to the window. My room is situated upstairs of my home, giving me a good view of the outside world. It never gets boring here. Now, to find what I’m supposed to be looking at. . . My head lowers and I study my environment. Just outside the side gate of my home facing my room, a vehicle is parked and a man is in front of it, using the car as his resting place. His head is directed at his phone.

Hіѕ саr is аbоut fіvе vеhісlеѕ аhеаd of mіnе. The wіndоwѕ are tоо tіntеd to ѕее аnуоnе. I can оnlу hope Jеѕѕuр in thе vehicle. If he’s оff tо thе ѕаmе рlасе as the last tіmе, I’m іn luсk. If hе’ѕ runnіng еrrаndѕ, or оut fоr a drіvе, wеll аt lеаѕt I wоuld have gоttеn mу program саll into Mаrk.

The building is producing what the building was built to produce. He wrote in the journal that evening, in the study, with the April light coming through the east window — the window that remained clear, the window that showed the view of the county, the window that was not covered by roses because the south wall was for the roses and the east window was for the view:

Mei informs, peeking around the back end of the car. I suck in a breath and sum up my depleting energy to turn around and try to peer through the window of the door to see through the other window and check if he's coming back. I squint my eyes as I press my forehead and palms against the glass. It's not tinted, so I can peer through it. Adjusting carefully as I drag the soles of my sandals across the concrete, I'm looking through to glimpse at the door of the store when my eyes notice some movements in the car.

Hіѕ саr is аbоut fіvе vеhісlеѕ аhеаd of mіnе. The wіndоwѕ are tоо tіntеd to ѕее аnуоnе. I can оnlу hope Jеѕѕuр in thе vehicle. If he’s оff tо thе ѕаmе рlасе as last tіmе, I’m іn luсk. If hе’ѕ runnіng еrrаndѕ, or оut fоr a drіvе, wеll аt lеаѕt I wоuld have gоttеn mу program саll into Mаrk.

Joe responded, "Alright! I'll go—" "Never mind," Hansel cut him off. "I'll go myself." … Miranda stood by Joe's desk, not far from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. She walked over to the window, standing still as she looked down at the bustling traffic below. In front of her was a lively commercial street flanked by high-end office buildings. Further in the distance, there was the view of the river. It was truly a prime location where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

Small. Luckily, they already had a cab waiting outside the airport. After pushing and shoving their luggages inside the cab. Jenna squeezed into the car, plopping down on the seat towards the edge. Which was was more of a relief because she could just roll down the window and take a moment to breathe. Jenna's eyes widened by the incredible sights floating away from the car each time. the sunlight softened as she peaked her head out of the cab. Watching the trees, swaying in a warming breeze.

The rest of the journey was undoubtedly quiet, not a sound to be emitted aside from the sound that the vehicle emits, the occasional honking of vehicle horns and the busy roads of the city. Crystal kept her eyes by the window, her eyes lightly gazing over at every single detail that could pass her peripheral vision. It was with a bit of difficulty, especially when the man’s stoic expression was visible in the window’s reflecting tint. The man not seemingly to be bothered by anything at all. His eyes were focused up front, as if watching the man driving in front, eyeing his every move.

LEO POV The lady looked away as she could not catch my face through the tinted glass. "There's an entrance at the warehose behind the company building. The route is longer but you'll be fine," I said, describing the direction to the driver. He rolled out of the crowd area and drove off the place I had mentioned.

Visible from the west face at the corner, the window's orientation expressed in the slight angle of its reveal — the reveal turned toward the east light rather than the west, the window honest about where it was looking. She had drawn the private morning window visible from the arrival direction, and she had drawn it in the way that said: this window is not for you, the arriving person. This window faces away. This window is the intimate register. "The east window is visible from the west face," he said.