Novel & Cerita Perempuan Marah Tanda Sayang

Anger rushed through me and I wanted to yell, but she was my mother, and needed better, deserved better. “Why?” I turned away and stared through the window. “I just can’t,” she responded lowly. I could hear the emotions in her voice, as it suddenly shook and trembled. “Don’t give me that crap ma, and tell me,” I snapped again. I knew my mother, she was strong, sassy, saucy, rude, temperamental, manipulative and yet loving, caring and devoted to the people she loves. That does not mean that she was helpless, she could care less about anything if she wanted to, and could have easily given my father a divorce years ago whether he wanted it or not. Now that I thought about it, I realized that th

She is huffing with anger. What can be the reason for her to be so upset?

"Is she?" "Yes." Mary's voice was firm. "You're not nobody, Sera. You're one of the strongest, kindest people I know." "Then why doesn't he act like it?" The question came out as a whisper. Mary sighed. "Men can be fools, dear. They get confused by shiny things that aren't always good for them." "Everyone loves her. Darius, Luna, Cathy—" "Real love is what you give them every day," Mary said. "Real love is showing up even when it's hard."

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

But my wife really gave another planet's answer. "What, Sanam? If you don't want to bring it, why don't you tell me directly?" But baby, when did I say I do not want to bring chilly potatoes for you? "I know you're making excuses!" God, please tell me where did I crack a lame excuse? "Sanam, you don't love me anymore! You used to say your love is everlasting but I see you don't even want to bring me chilly potato!" Jesus! I seriously could not hear this lady and straightly went out to bring her chilly potato. I did not get angry with her because of her sharp tongue. I know Mariam told me that it is normal for a woman to react irritatedly in pregnancy.

"If you do this, if you marry that cast-off, secondhand woman, I will never accept her. I will never welcome her. I would rather see her legs broken than see her walk through my door." The violence of the image made my jaw clench. "Then you will never walk through mine because she will be my wife. And anyone who threatens her threatens me." She stared at me, rage and hurt mixing in her expression. "All of this," she said slowly. "All of this anger. This defiance. Because of one woman?" "Because of the woman I love," I nodded. "Yes."

That is teasing his wife who is cranky. Women when they are angry are like lions ready to pounce on their prey. However, in the eyes of the right man, the lion looks like an adorable kitten. "Here, forgive me, Dek. I was wrong for playing with your feelings." Dika pulled Eka's wrist. However, Eka scowled as a form of annoyance. Dika smiled faintly, already knowing her little wife's character by heart. "I'm cranky with you, Om. I don't want to talk to you anymore!" she said while looking away.

she started right back from the top, “so you don’t have to worry about anything. He’ll come apologizing to you when he’s back to his senses.” “How do you know that?” I asked, peering at her closely, and she shrugged, her eyes lighting up. “It’s just something I know,” she replied, a certainty in her tone. “He can’t stay mad at a woman he loves for longer than twenty-four hours.” A woman he loves? What was she talking about? Deciding not to pursue the discussion any further, I looked to the left, preparing to flag down the cab that was coming in the distance. “So, what are you having?” Marianna asked as the cab came closer, and I shrugged, “whatever—“

"I am not done, I want answers, Maria, and don’t give me that usual blank fucking bullshit. Why the fuck didn’t you ever get angry? Fuck, if it was Kiara in your place, she’d never let anyone treat her mate like that, didn’t you love-" "DON’T! Don’t ever say I loved my mate any less than yours loves you!" She shouted. Good. She fell for it. "Well doesn’t seem like you cared." Her eyes were filled with pain, and she clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing a dazzling blue.

"A woman is very jealous, and she would never push the man she loves to another woman. If she does, it proves that she has no friends in her heart." Mark didn't want to see the woman in front of him show out, just heard her say this, his face was still frozen, his eyes were a little cold.