Simon Says Artinya Novels & Stories

Damon asked. Simon let out a breath that sounded halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “Work is…” he rolled his shoulder stiffly, “…bearable.” Damon smirked. “That bad?” “Let’s just say if I disappear one day, check the office first.” A quiet chuckle left Damon as he flipped his pencil around his fingers. Simon’s gaze drifted across the room — the scattered charcoal sticks, half-finished canvases leaning against the wall, paint stains that had long since claimed the floor.

Simon raised a brow, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Why do you have to make a game of everything you do?” Simon opened the door of the car, but didn’t leave before responding. “Because life is a game, darling. The sooner you realize that, the easier it becomes.”

Sam just wants to lean in and bites at her mouth. When Monika finally speaks, it's really too fast for Sam to follow and understand fully. He catches about three words though: the word for 'I', 'boyfriend', and, again,'mate'. She must be talking about Sam, then. "Okay, okay," Simon agrees. It seems like he understands what is being said. He stares for a moment longer at Monika before turning his attention to Sam. Sam just stares back until he nods decisively and goes back to eating as if nothing happened.

everything. “Simone…….”

"Simon, did you speak just now? You're great! How did you speak so fluently? I didn't hear it clearly just now. Can you say it again?" "Alas..." Simon pouted and shook his head, acting like an old man. He sighed and said, "Why repeat it? Mommy, what do you want to hear? I'll say it to you. I'm too lazy to talk in front of others. It's so tiring to talk. It's better not to talk, so I can save my energy." "Ah! Simon!" Savannah exclaimed excitedly. Simon didn't need to say anything else! That was enough! He was finally cured! He wasn't a defective child. He could speak fluently.

Luna asked, before grabbing the water from the table. “There is no need,” Simon said. Luna frowned when she noticed Simon seemed tired. She quickly put the bottle of water on the table and sat down next to Simon. “Why are you so sluggish?” asked Luna. “Don’t you feel well?” “Huh? Not.” “No? Maybe you don’t want to tell me... “I’m fine. We’d better just go play,” said Simon. “Play? Which game is it?” Simon is smiling mischievously. Luna understands what Simon wanted.