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] — A message from his mother. "It can't be." Marco's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against the roar in his chest. "This is just... impossible." These people... his mother, his teammates, his coach, they must all be conspiring to punish him. They know he's a jerk, that's why they're sending him this nightmare to torment him. Yes, this can't be real. Marco finally pressed the call button on Hazel's contact. He pressed the cold screen to his ear. There was no ringing tone. No dial tone. Only a half-second pause before the female operator's voice cut off his hopes callously: "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

Mrs Parker gave me the go ahead to stay while she left for her date. I was inside the house, pacing about in worry. "Why did Carla say all that to me? She better be playing because I don't like such things." I paced about, taking my phone out and dialing her line. I needed to know where she was but Carla wasn't answering. In fact, her line became unreachable after calling her the thirtieth time. "What is going on Carla?!" I groaned, almost tossing my phone away in anger. Only for me to hear the door at the entrance, twisting.

The moment he looked back I glanced at my phone and smiled. The name Parker flashed on the screen. I managed to get her number when I walked her to the building entrance last night. I had sent a text earlier in the morning, but she hadn’t responded, and it was one of the other reasons I was getting snappy because it took her six hours and forty-three minutes to respond. Finally, if I had to count the seventh hour without her responding I was going to go insane. Parker: Sorry for not responding sooner. I had a lot going on and therapy with my father.

The taxi whisked her away, carrying her home as a sense of unease settled within her. As Ariana stepped through the front door, exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders. She had been looking forward to seeing Mateo, her significant other, but was disheartened to discover that he hadn't returned home yet. Worried, she reached for her phone and dialed his number, hoping to hear his voice on the other end. However, disappointment washed over her as the familiar automated message repeated: "The number you have dialed is not reachable at the moment." Frustration crept into Ariana's voice as she dialed once again, desperately hoping for a different outcome. "Come on, Mateo, where are you?" she

Mark I keep pacing back and forth growing angrier and angrier. 'Why the fuck is he not picking up the phone?!' I thought to myself. I decide to text him in hopes he will finally pick up. Texts *Dominic! Why aren't you answering?* *Hello!* *Dude?! What's going on?* *Did you complete the job?* *Call me back ASAP!* An hour goes by (Radio Silence) Where the hell is he? Did something go wrong? It should be an easy grab. Well unless that nosy bastard Alaric is around. He isn't at the office. Suddenly I get paged on the walkie-talkie the company issued.

She decided to try the phone and see if she could figure out a way to call them even if it meant calling a random stranger and getting them to look up a phone number for her. She reached over and picked up the receiver once again. This time she actually put it to her ear. To her suprise it was already ringing. After the third ring, Marco picked up. "Anna? Amaris?" Came his deep voice from the other end. "Oh Marco! I am so glad I was able to get you. Mind link does not work from in here to anyone but Lyle." There was a brief pause in which she could hear Marco speaking to some one in the background. She could not make out what was said though. "You were able to contact Lyle? We h

She didn't pick up. I clenched my fists, frustration surging through me. How could she ignore my calls at a time like this? It was so unlike her. Trying to push aside the rising anger, I took a deep breath and dialed her number again. This time, the automated message informed me that her phone was not reachable. My frustration turned into a mix of worry and disappointment. What could have happened to her?

I start looking for Carlos's number in her contact and I dialed it quickly as I found it. “Come on Carlos answer your phone,” I said while waiting for him to pick up my call. “The number you had dial is either unattended or out of coverage area. Please try your call later,” said of the operator in the other line. I dialed his number again but the operator just keep on saying that his line is cannot be reach. In frustration, I placed down the phone and faced myself in the mirror. I look so stress and I'm already sick of being always in a problem. Carlos should answer my call now so I can tell him that we had a child. For the third time, I called him again, hoping he will answer now.

I shoved both hands into my pockets, turned toward the door, and walked away, smiling wide because he couldn’t see my face. “Um, Mr. Carter,” Parker called out behind me. “When am I going to see you? How do I contact you? I have been trying for months. Your calls always go to voicemail. Are you still using your old number?” I stopped at the door, hand gripping the edge. Turned back just enough to catch his eye. “Man, do I miss seeing your bald head,” I said with a smirk. “You can’t contact me. You will see me when you see me.”

Apa diceramahin sama papa ya? Ada banyak pesan yang hanya dia baca dan tidak dibalas. Ada ribuan pesan dari berbagai grup, dari teman sekolah, kuliah, sesama ikatan dokter, sesama alumni organisasi, yang sudah berhari-hari tidak dibukanya. Bahkan, dua centang biru di W******p tidak dia aktifkan sama sekali.