Pacar Marah Dan Tidak Menghubungi Novels & Stories

Marco's hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and frantically tried to call me. But all he heard was a robotic voice giving him an automated message. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable…" Refusing to give up, he sent me a message. "I mess up, Helena. Where are you?" No reply came. Marco's face remained deathly pale as he swallowed hard. Suddenly, he remembered the phone call from the other day—the time I'd called him desperately for help. He'd dropped the call on me without even listening to what I had to say.

“I tried contacting Caesar Group repeatedly after receiving the notice. But nobody is responding to me.” I lean back slowly, a ticking irritation growing in my skull. “The first time I called, the receptionist answered. She asked for my identity, then placed me on hold. After several minutes, the call disconnected. Since then, my calls either go unanswered or they conveniently keep transferring me around until the line dies.” Mara explains, sounding frustrated now. “ I lean forward and grab the glass of whiskey, pushing its entire contents down my throat. It burns my throat, but that does nothing to calm or mute the rage clawing through my chest.

Sa isip niya, sana ma post pone para makauwi na siya,pero alam niyang kukulitin siya ni Chescka na manatili at manood ng laban. Ring.. ring.. gosh tumatawag ang kanyang asawa. Sasagutin ba niya? And then she chosed to ignore. Maya maya ay nakatanggap siya ng text message. "May fight kami ni Marco , sa gym lang malapit sa Nimbus. Wanna watch?" " Nope. " Maikli niyang reply.

Paul tried a lot but there is no reponse from her side. "Where the hell is she? is she still angry with me I agree i make her upset but this is not the way to ignored me. Even if she is angry, she can alteast receive the damn call once." Paul angrily throw the phone. "I don't feel good i feel like something is going to happen very bad, I have to contract her in anyway."

Marc was still pissed off. Seriously, the woman he paid had completely underestimated him. The nerve! He was fuming. He had just finished cleaning himself up when he heard his phone ring. His mood soured even more when he saw the caller ID—it was a number he knew all too well. The ringtone kept going non-stop, making it impossible to ignore. With a heavy sigh, he picked it up, already annoyed. "Yeah, it’s me," he said gruffly. "Why are you calling again? Did you catch that guy already?"

Halle sobbed, "One hundred and sixty dollars." Maria took a deep breath, angrily clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and said: "I can't help you, hope you keep your promise, don't call me back." After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and at the same time violently took the phone and threw it on the bed. "Mother, damn it..." Maria was so angry that her head hurt. The cell phone beeped non-stop again, the sound of a text message. Maria picked it up and saw that it was all messages from Halle begging her. Maria collapsed on the bed, no longer sleepy.

I nodded. Marco came back in on the phone and handed Maria an orange popsicle. She gave him a disgusted look. "Its all they had." He complained as he sat down in a chair. "Then question her some more." He shouted and ended his call. "What's that about" I ask. "Better discussed not here...I'll shoot you a message later." Marco told me. "Anything I should be concerned about?" "When is there isn't?" He responded. My eyes shot up.

I replied. "Is everything good? I feel like you're not in the mood," he responded quickly and he really knows when I'm not well. "I want to see you. I'll fetch you and you can finish your report here," I felt like he's not backing down. "Please?" his next message but I opted not to reply. In a few minutes, my phone quivered and it was Marco calling. I didn't answer his call because I wanted to let him know that I'm really busy.

It was a thoughtful gesture he had never once made during their two years of marriage. Mike pressed the call button. However, instead of hearing the ringing tone, a flat female operator's voice answered, informing him that the number he was trying to reach was currently unavailable or out of service. Mike lowered the phone from his ear and stared at the screen in disbelief. "Damn it," Mike cursed, tossing the phone onto the bed as irritation suddenly ignited in his chest. He stood up and began pacing back and forth across the room, his jaw clenched tightly. The frustration of being unable to contact Elara infuriated him for reasons he could not understand.

I roll my eyes when I see five from Fred and seven from Grace’s school and the rest from Mara. Shit. What the fuck is going on? I press the call back to Mara, but it goes straight to voice mail. Shit. I called the school and no one answered. Of course, no one answers because the school is already closed. Panic rises in my heart as I keep calling Mara and it keeps going to voice mail. I regret not allowing Grace to take her phone to school now. Shit.