Missed Call Artinya Novels & Stories

The voice asked cutting off rudely and she scoffed annoyed. 📲Is that how you talk to your fiance who you had not heard from for a long time" the girl said annoyed and to her surprise the person from the other side burst out laughing. 📲Fiance?, Is that why you are calling?, Just so you know I have being so happy not hearing from you. Now get out of my phone and don't ever call again" the person yelled hanging out before she could say another word. "Argh" she yelled throwing her phone outside the car window.

The caller didn’t pick up or return the call I called twice and got no response.

I furrowed my brows in unrest, taking two fingers in my hair. Again, I looked through my call logs and noticed a missed call for Tracy, three missed calls. Three weeks after I left, Tracy didn't send one text. Now, Tim was picking up, and she called me thrice? Shit! I called her back and tapped my fingers on the sink, getting impatient. Finally, the receiver clicked, I was eager to hear her voice, it would be the only certainty I had that she was alright. I parted my lips about to offer a greeted when she pronounced;

She received ten missed calls in just two minutes. Something was definitely wrong.

he said. "How come I forgot something, huh, but what?" monologue of Diana. "Gosh ... I haven't prayed!" shrieked Diana. Diana sat on her queen size bed, folded her hands and prayed for a moment. After praying his hand grabbed the cellphone and turned it on. How surprised Diana was when she saw the many message notifications and missed calls from Bang Satria. 125 messages from Bang Satria 85 Missed call from Bang Satria When he was about to call back, suddenly there was an incoming call from Bang Satria.

"I want an honest answer." "It was a mistake," he replied. "I can't believe the great Alpha Arnou makes mistake, you aren't perfect after all," I clicked my tongue in a pity. "It isn't right to talk while eating," he suddenly wear his usual cold expression. "You started the conversation," I rolled my eyes. After few minutes we were done and I headed to my room, I checked my call log and there were no missed calls. "How is this possible?" I wondered staring at my phone. Why isn't there a missed call? Doesn't anyone miss me?

She had skipped dinner last night and the searing hunger in her stomach came as no surprise. Isabella unlocked her phone and discovered 10 missed calls and four text messages from Isaiah. She read through the messages by tapping them on the phone screen. "Hey, baby, are you okay?" "I miss you. Please answer my call!" "Is there anything I did wrong, Isabella? Please answer my call or call me back and inform me" "I'm sorry for not calling you yesterday morning, sweetheart. Please answer my call"

Multiple missed calls. Lisa. I groaned again, this time in dread. Pulled out the phone, hit call. “I am so sorry Lisa. I missed your call. Where are you.” I said, voice low and a little too casual, to limit my heavy breathing. “I took a cab,” She replied weakly. “Practically home already.” “Phewww, that's good. Thought you disappeared or something.” “You’re the one who disappeared!” She practically laugh yelled. “Yeah, had to handle a situation. Long story.”

By the time I got there, the call was missed and I decided to call back. "Hello, who is this?" I asked once they picked up the phone on the first ring. "um... hello..." I heard a girl with a very unsure voice. "Yes, I got a missed call from this number. Who is this?" "um... can I talk to Nithya?" I heard her husky voice. I knew it was her. She called me for something without her parents knowledge but now she doesn't want to accept it. How funny. "Sorry, looks like you have dialed the right number and asked for the wrong person." I sarcastically told her wanting to let her know that I knew it was her.

Then I saw the name. *Margaret Reed– Missed Call (2)* And beneath it, a text, sent moments earlier, the words sitting there small and clipped on the screen, nothing about it hinting at anything beyond the ordinary friction that had defined every conversation between us for months. *Call me back when you can. I want to talk about the wedding invitations we never returned. It's a small thing, but I'd like it handled.*