Panggilan Bee Mga Nobela at Kwento

I glanced back at Mirella, who bounced from one foot to the other in excitement. “Yes,” she said, as if it were obvious. “Ten in the morning.” “Ah…,” I moaned. I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at her. She dodged it, laughing. “Why would they make it so early? Couldn’t they have chosen the afternoon?” Mirella, still laughing, picked up the pillow and threw it back at me. “The church was booked and that was the only time.” Then she began to whine. “Get up, Aurora. Please…please…please.”

❞ - 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒂 ♥ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ♥ Staring dead at my phone sitting on my working table, I zero in on the four missed calls from my Hawaiian best friend Bailey. She's been calling me for hours, reminding me of her daughter Kai's school event. She has a talk show party, where all the kids in her class perform before the whole school in their hall, and they present and talk about a project they each worked on during the weekend.

The whole situation is out of control. My mouth hangs open ready to ask Bennett for the definition of "case," but the phone on the wall to my right rings. It's an old phone, one of those with a rotary dial on the front. The lime green color faded in some spots, but it functions and came with the place, so I'm not complaining. "Pelican Bay Bakery," I answer with the generic greeting Tabitha and I came up with. I need to name this place or else the lackluster calling will stick.

And without another word, the call ran into a beep. Was that it?

Tyler asked as he tried to collect the phone from her but the latter stood up and tried communicating with the caller. “Is this you dad? Fucking say something!” Becky yelled and the call ended immediately. Tyler stood up from the bed with slight difficulty as he was still feeling slight pains around his tummy area. “Give me the phone first, who are you talking to?” Tyler asked as he finally collected the phone from her. “Who is Mr Baker Smith? That's the same name with my dad but he is late already? Please make me understand before I lose my mind because I can't just wrap my head around it right now.” Becky said as her heart kept racing wildly.

She got in and the driver started the trip. Bea was brought out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated. She opened her purse, saw the caller ID, and instantly declined the call upon seeing the caller ID. It was Rita. Beatrice was not in the mood to talk so she sent a text that she was on her way home after which she turned off her phone.

I guess I will apologize to him when he returns home tonight, like he said. I was about to go to the bathroom to have my bath, then find something to eat, before going to work, when I got a call from Becca. Becca has never called me, so I wondered why she was doing so now. I answered the phone, and the next thing I heard was Becca's cry. "Please help me Denise, I am dying"

"Please, answer my call, Elice. I beg you, pick up." *

The number was unsaved, but my finger moved automatically, answering it before my brain caught up. “Hello?” I said, still half in my post victory haze. There was a pause that stretched a beat too long. I took another sip of soda and frowned. “Who is this?” The voice that answered made me regret picking the call at all. “Hey... Bee. It’s me. Liam.”

One of the leaders asked and he nodded - gently. Then, they whispered amongst themselves. "Peter" one of them called onto a guard in the room. "Get Becca here". **************** Becca was in the room with Pamela when one of the boys showed up and told her the Leaders were calling for her. Becca had been so nervous, but getting the news from them, it trippled her nervousness and made her want to pee on her pãnt. Why were they calling for her? What could be the problem? "Do you think I should come with you?" Pamela asked, also looking worried.