Novel & Cerita Kept You Waiting Huh

Rod was around. “What kept you so long?” Opula queried impatiently, stamping her feet on the floor, “Do you know how long I have been waiting? You can ask the café attendant over there. Is this how you are going to treat me?” she folded her arms and turned her back to him.

Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere 🤗. .... Wait, did you even miss me at all? 😢

"show me what that pretty mouth can do to apologize for keeping me waiting.” Shit.

And that was something worth waiting for. TO BE CONTINUED

I wait patiently for Keith to show up. We'd made plans to go watch a movie tonight and I must say , I'm looking forward to it. We'd texted back and forth in the afternoon, and he'd suggested that we go out for a movie tonight. Now here I am, still waiting for him. I know that he's a bit late and I have no doubt he might be tied up at work. I just hope he'll be able to make it because if he doesn't, no doubt I'll be a little disappointed but I'll still understand. He is a busy man.

The old man continued to explain frantically, “It was Miss Isabella! She’s been sending people to watch me this whole time… Mr. Deen, it really had nothing to do with me!” By the time Callum and I stepped through the door, that was the scene waiting for us.

" I was waiting for you to say that . " ©#KCMmuoe

A presence that was him, somewhere, reaching back. *I'm waiting.*

"Oh NO!Stop right there,grab it for a minute, maybe from m-q, because you know why? you never took time to know me well after you did what you did, i.doubt you even reached the letter q am referring to, maybe let's use the letter 'M', how about that? huh? All i know is that i tried, i cared and i never stopped caring, that's all i kn..oh no there's a traffic jam there,i'll use the long cut there, am going now,are you in or you still waiting for that someone whom i know it's not a someone"?...... "Was that even hard"Uhhm...not really, i mean yes i am going to town but not now, uhhm i am currently waiting for someone,so yeah thank you very much".

I asked to borrow their printer. Happiness bubbled up inside me as I watched the machine print the agreement out. Outside, Sandra was still on the phone. She was impatiently pacing back and forth. She'd occasionally glance at me through the glass door. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said somewhat apologetically after walking out of the cafe. It was quite the wait. The printer was a little finicky, and it took 15 minutes to print the agreement. This was probably the longest Sandra had ever waited for me throughout our past few years of marriage.