Perempuan Marah Tanda Sayang Novels & Stories

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

“I couldn’t do that. I mean, I would never stoop that low just to get someone’s attention. I don’t mean to brag, but I actually don’t need to pretend to be a sweet girl just to make a man take notice of me.” In an instant, Mara’s whole face contorted in rage. Her jaws clenched, her nose flared, and her eyes went hostile even more than they already were. Even the way she was holding her fork and knife went tighter, and I can already see the veins on her hand. “You bitch…” “Are you referring to yourself?” I quickly retorted. Her eyes widened in madness as she gritted her teeth. “How dare you!”

She shouted madly out of frustration. She could feel her cheeks flushed in so much anger at the moment. Oh, how she hates this arrogant jerk! Does he know how to treat a woman properly? How could he treat her this way and then believing she'll be his wife soon? Oh she can't bear to marry him if he will treat her in a rude manner this way?

"Ah no, AuntIe Em. I smile because the air here is so cool." " Where there's a smile because of it! You must be me again, right? You're me! I'm going to go! Don't you?!" She beat me with a cell phone in her hand vigorously. I must admit that the energy of women who are angry or upset is extraordinary.

Never in a thousand years did I think that I was going to see Maeve so full of rage but I was seeing it right now, her lips curled in silent fury and her glare could have sliced through steel. She looked like a volcano just seconds away from erupting and a part of me was amused that she was actually showing her anger, she was always so feeble but right now…. …. Right now, she was this fierce woman who looked like she could trample on anything in her way and it wasn’t until now did I understand the meaning behind the saying ‘hell hath no fury than an angry woman’ I might have tweaked the saying a bit but she was livid. I’d always thought that she was some kind of wimp that never got angry, ma

I reply to her politely, and she scoffs. "I just want you to disappear," She snaps at me, and I scoff. "Why are you angry? Because your husband likes me now? Are you scared he would leave you for me?" I smirk at her, and she sends a hot slap across my face when I least expected it. "How dare you! You are just a breeder, have you forgotten that?" She screams at me, letting out all her anger now, just the way I want it. "Yes, I am... Is that why it hurts that your husband now loves an ordinary breeder more than he does to you?" The goal is to get her pissed, and it's working now.

[Maria] Some people say couples can only fight when they’re close enough to each other. I think that’s nonsense. People don’t need closeness to fight. People fight because they feel emotions, specifically, anger. And humans can feel angry at people they’re not even close to. You can get angry at someone on the internet, at a random stranger on the street, or at someone you’ve only heard stories about. So what exactly was making me angry? In retrospect, my feelings toward Damian all this time had been indifferent. I didn’t like him, but I didn’t dislike him either. I let him do whatever he wanted because I simply didn’t care enough.

Damn it, what have I done? - You know, she hasn't said anything to you, she hasn't complained, that's very dangerous. - And why? - Ha, you don't know? It's better for a woman to yell at you, to insult you to vent her anger; if she doesn't do that! It would mean she intends to get back at you, and maybe even worse! - And what could be worse than cheating on me?

They watch, looking somber till she finally stops crying. "Do you want to leave?" I ask and she immediately shakes her head. "I'm fine. I always get emotional each time I remember Martha but I'm fine." She replies and gently pushes away from me. With tears still clinging to her lashes, she smiles when she sees everyone standing around us. "C'mon, guys! What are you all looking so sad for?... I'm fine! I just love being babied by my mate! I'm fine, really. Women do these things to get attention from our man, you know."