My Numbered Days Of Happiness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For some, this is what self actualization means as illustrated in Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. I’ve seen people reach this milestone when they turn 30. Me? Well I’m still pretty famous for my age. My status? I have no intention to figure it out anymore. Was I married? Did I get a divorce? To whom have I been building a house for? People often think the rich and the powerful go through life easily. I tell you, that’s a lie. Some often think that money is the only way to be happy. When I was a boy that was what I think of because I thought happiness comes only with shiny things… at least before I met this certain person. I didn’t think that happiness could also come from annoying things. Like

Wednesday, January 19,2022 5:16 p.m. I’m still unable to understand that what is going on with me. I’m changing myself slowly and slowly. I think about him all the days and nights. I can’t figure out the feelings when I’m with him. Today I’m happy in fact I’m more happy then ever before in my life. But I’m still in confusion that is it love or it’s hormone changes. As I’m going to 18 years old in few days. Anyways I don’t know what’s this but it’s the best feelings in the world. I’m lying on my bed and still thinking about him and shying. I’m excited to talk to him. I’m staring at my phone and waiting for his call or text. I want him to be with me right now. I’m imagining him on my bed lying

“I’msure I’d need to have a one-night stand every day for ten years to match your number.” He smiled. “Three thousand six hundred and fifty-two is a sum I could only aspire to meet—that is, if we’re taking leap days into account. If not, minus two, and I may have a better shot.” Did he just do the math in his head? God, that was . . . hot. “I have faith in you,” I told him. “But be careful. One of them might end up meaning something to you.” The words seared like acid on my tongue.

I have fallen in love and have grown up, but my situation remains the same. I take out my diary and cross today’s date. 10th January. 349 days are left till next Christmas but Mom and Dad won’t wait till then and I can’t sit and wait too, because they have fixed my marriage and that also tomorrow. Guess who is the Man I am getting married to?

Still holding to my hope, eyes were closed tightly, afraid of accepting the reality. "Please, come out. I'll be waiting 'til ten." My grip from the key tighten as well, but it's not as tight as how I am holding to my hope now. Four, five, six. I'm starting to lose my grip on the hope I am saying. Seven, eight, nine. Although, I already sound like giving up earlier, my hope got bigger as I am hoping that maybe you will come out at the last number. "Ten." I give up. There's no you anymore and will never be. It's just myself giving such false hope.

I explained. "Woah that's so interesting." Jane squealed. "A day is 30 hours long and we have 8 days a week." "Let me guess you have a day in-between Saturday and Sunday." She laughed. "That is correct, that day is called Hawud. This means extra in English." I replied as we entered the atmosphere.

Chapter one COUNTRY F Three years ago.... Addams residence.... ......... "Get out of this house! I do not need a daughter like you!" Casper Addams shouted. "Dad, believe me, I did not try to kill Caroline! I was framed by someone!" Ava begged while crying. "Framed? By who? Who would want to frame you?" Casper asked. "Yes" Ava said. "I do not believe you one bit! I have tolerated you long enough, and it is high time you leave this house," Mark said glaring at Ava.

I spent the whole night thinking, Friday was exactly 7 days from that day, how did I agree to this? I thought Ruqayya was joking about the wedding being in 10 days. Could I really get married to someone in 10 days? I felt uneasy and overwhelmed as my alarm rang. My eyes were open throughout the night, I didn't even have a blink of sleep, I felt too tired and lazy to get up as my Alarm rang continuously. I reluctantly got up putting off the Alarm and getting ready for work.

" In two days, it would be my 30th birthday. On the same day, I would leave for good. I blocked her number and scanned my tiny room. In the past eight years, I hadn't bought anything for myself. Just like how I had come, I was leaving with one suitcase. I packed up and set it aside. Gideon barged in and demanded, "Make me some oyster bisque." His entitled tone was annoying, but I didn't refuse. It was the last time anyway. When I served the bisque, he stared at me. "Why are you so quiet lately?"

He stood outside with roses in his hand and apologized to me in the same words, every day. "Lara. I swear I will never see Maya again. "I will not claim her baby. Take everything in my name. Let's start over." I looked at the man. The fixation in his eyes had only one place to go. In the moment he had decided not to save me and the baby, he had been every bit this decisive. The cheapness of him now matched it. I shut the door in his face. He did not stop. He sent flowers every day. He shipped gifts. He camped outside my office.