Novel & Cerita Maritza Hello Neighbor

a familiar voice said. I frowned. I couldn't remember who it was. “May I ask who's calling?” “This is Marjorie. We spoke yesterday.” Oh no. The graffiti woman. “Oh yes, hello, Marjorie. The line is bad, so I couldn't hear you properly,” I lied. “It’s Danny Rupert,” she replied. “I’m sorry?” I frowned. “My neighbor’s name is Danny Rupert. I couldn't remember it yesterday.” I squeezed my face in frustration. Oh God.

She mumbled the minute she had the call picked. Silence! She waited yet nobody said anything, the other end was dead silent. "This is time to say something or I will hang up." Maria threatened, looking in the mirror. She grabbed another towel and wiped her wet hair, "who is this?" She repeated herself and again got silence as a response. Maria groaned, annoyed and made to hit the red button when a very deep male voice said, "Hello, Cup cake!" "Jake" Maria mumbled, nervously almost dropping the phone. The Hell?!

Mia had to catch it to avoid it falling. “Oh, no, ma’am. Please–” “Hush, now, dear.” She waved her words off. “I’m Margaret, and I'm your neighbor. Be sure to tell me if you need anything. And make sure to eat, ya hear me?” Mia nodded, hugging the basket to her chest. “I will, ma’am. Thank you.” “There, there. Now go attend to your pretty guest. This old lady has to be off.” “Take care, ma’am.”

The door opened after she pressed the button and her flushed red face immediately faded the moment she found that Andre wasn't there but someonelse was, her neighbour Lena. "Good morning neighbour." With a sarcastic smile across her face Lena greeted. Matilda stood wordless having being caught off guard by her. She glanced at her phone and bact to Lena who already followed her eyes. "My bad, seems you were expecting someone else." She said with a nonchalant expression. Matilda finally gathered herself together exhaling deeply before she spoke. "Totally not expecting you." Her voice sounded nervous as she spoke. "... And we have nothing to talk about either neighbour so goodbye." She said and

“Kira,” I heard Martha’s voice near the house. She hasn't even reached the porch yet, but she's already calling. Here is the sloth! “I’m coming, my friend,” I answered in a disgusting high voice, laughing at certain people from our community. She crept up to the front door and flung it open. But she couldn't even try. Martha stood near the steps and smiled. “Hi, girlfriend,” she smiled defiantly and curtsied.

I tell him and he threw his head back letting out a soft chuckle. "I am actually considering it right now, for you." He said in between his laugh, deepening his dimple. I gave him a soft carefree laugh before I told him, "How ridiculously and disgustingly sweet of you." Before anything could be said anymore, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my skirt, putting a pause at our conversation. I excused myself walking out of the club to take the call. The caller id showed, Mrs. Maria, the lady is our neighbour and she is a nice woman with a kind heart. But she is so fucking introvert that she wouldn't call us unless our house has suddenly grew wings and flew away or have suddenly caught fire out of

"Driving in this at night? Aria, the visibility is going to be zero, and I’m pretty sure my tires aren't rated for a monsoon on a cliffside. Maybe we should wait an hour?" "Waiting an hour means Luca has an hour to lose his mind even further," I muttered, mostly to myself. "Aria? Is that you, sweetheart?" I spun around. Martha, our old neighbor from three houses down, was standing on the sidewalk under a massive, floral-print umbrella. She looked exactly the same—silver hair tucked into a sensible bun and a smile that always smelled like cinnamon rolls. "Martha! Oh my god, hi!" I hurried toward the fence. "I saw a car in the drive and thought I was seeing ghosts," she chirped, her eyes twink

“You heard that?” I snorted. “Kids on sugar highs aren’t reliable witnesses.” The two of them laughed, launching into a debate about dinosaurs and glitter pancakes like the rest of the world didn’t exist. I almost forgot there were heavy things waiting outside these walls until the sound of dragging slippers came from the hallway. Maritza appeared in the kitchen doorway, hair a mess, wearing a telenovela T-shirt, and the distinct face of someone who hadn’t met caffeine yet. She stopped, yawned wide, and scratched her head. “Buenos días, criaturas del caos.”

I watched enviously as the car cruised into the neighborhood. I snuck a picture and sent it to Hannah by text. “Check out this ride. “I have to work late tonight. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Still, Hannah did not respond to my texts. I thought nothing of the matter, simply assuming she was busy. Instead, I put away my phone and kept an eye on the car. To my surprise, the Maybach pulled up right outside Villa No. 3. Hannah stood at the door, dressed in a pretty mermaid dress. A smile bloomed across her composed face.

Helia. Minutes later… I’m climbing into my car after grabbing takeout when my phone blares in my pocket. The second I see Martha’s number flashing on the screen, my stomach drops. “Martha?” I answer, already bracing, fear spiking. My mind goes straight to Alexa. “Hi, Helia… it’s Alexa.” Martha's voice comes, except it’s shaking. “She just arrived here. Came running, because your brother tried to snap her neck in two.”