Novel & Cerita Just You Wait Book

Why does she always look so at peace around sad stories? “Oh—right,” I stammered when I realized she was waiting for an answer. “It’s, uh, The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you want us to find it first?” I shook my head. “Why?” she pressed, but I only shrugged. Rolling her eyes, she placed another hardcover on my growing pile. “Let’s go check if they have a cart.” My eyes widened. “How many are you planning to buy?”

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I stopped by to grab a business book and spent my time reading it while waiting for my turn. The waiting area was small, just four chairs and a coffee table covered in magazines from three years ago. Beside me was a man sitting in the chair nearest the window, his leg bouncing like he was nervous. As nervous as I was but covered it with a business book when I had no business. He looked up at me and smiled like we've known each other for years. "Are you here for the admin position?" he asked, turning to face me. "Uh…yes," I replied, moving a bit farther from him.

I took three weeks of sick leave and locked myself in my room. Mom assumed that something had set me off, and knocked on my door after some time. "How about we just call off the transfer, honey?" I didn't even lift my head. "Give me three days' time, Mom. In three days, I'm going to shut everyone up." I'd long forgotten all the knowledge I'd learned in high school, but fortunately, my foundations were still solid. I spread out texts on Amerasian and Borisian literature, as well as some writing guides. Then, I used the Lakernel note-taking method to reorganize the key points. The study methods I'd picked up while preparing for my GMATs were now coming in handy.

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

I'll calm her down and come back. Wait for me. I read it twice, then lowered the phone. He still thought there would be something to come back to. After seven years, maybe that was what hurt most. Elliot was used to me waiting. Waiting through trials that ran late, dinners gone cold, birthdays cut short by client calls, vacations postponed until the next case was over. I had always told myself it was temporary, that he was building something for us, that one day all the waiting would turn into a life.

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Wait a little longer, alright? Abel’: [How long would that be? There must be a time limit, right? I keep having the feeling that you’re lying to me. Ask yourself with your conscience. Are you neglecting me?] Jocelyn: [I’m not, President Crain! I’ll be attending the Ocean Heart Jewelry Competition in Greene City in two days! I’ll be heading off tomorrow. I’ll treat you to a meal after I’m back!] Abel: [Alright, I believe in you! I’ll wait for you to be back. I wish you all the best in the competition!]

I went to that wall and I write down something on the piece of paper. ' Why someone let go easily? Why they will make you feel that you are special then they give up! They let go! They vanished like they didn't even bother to look back? ' I encircled the paper then I put it inside the box then they immediately delivered the box to the other side of the wall. I'm waiting! Maybe someone will reply to it. *sigh* What I've been thinking? If he can't wait for you how much more waiting for the paper to come back? *sigh*

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th