Still-wait-for-me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I greeted a few colleagues passing by as I stood nervously in the parking lot, waiting for Mr. Sturm to arrive. I patted a few specks of dust that are gathered on my dress again for the umpteenth time. My nerves were getting the best of me. And apart from the raw excitement of seeing Mr. Sturm, I could pinpoint the other reason was due to lack of sleep. Four hours of shut-eye was simply not enough for me, nor could it be for anyone else. This morning, as I made coffee, I logged on to F******k; hopeful to see my Sky Walker online. After waiting a good thirty minutes without seeing the green active dot on his profile, I gave up.

He said, “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” Thinking of this, he somehow got restless. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. [Send me your address. I’ll pick you and Tyler up tomorrow.] He frowned, deleted it, and typed again. [Where are you and Tyler staying? I’ll come get you tomorrow.] He drew in a breath and pressed send. Sending failed. The soda can hit the floor with a loud clang. Matthew’s brow furrowed. He opened the company group chat in a hurry. He could not find it.

Sandra and I had been married for five years, but she never posted about me on her social media. Yet now, another man had taken my spot with such ease. I'd asked Sandra to go to the concert with me 99 times, but she never once said yes. Yet when William asked her to do the same thing, she agreed to it on his first try. I exited the social media app, feeling somewhat numb inside. I then continued waiting for a cab by the road. There were massive traffic jams all over the city tonight due to AnthoNIX's concert. Even though I waited by the venue entrance for a long time, I still couldn't manage to get a cab.

The other end of the line went quiet. I weakly nodded to myself. Without waiting for her to speak, I uttered, "I understand." That pause was as good an answer as I could have hoped for.

** The Weight of Expectations** The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the small, bustling street outside Ayesha’s family home. The distant sound of vendors calling out their wares mixed with the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer somewhere down the lane. Ayesha sat by the open window of her room, her journal perched on her lap, her pen hovering hesitantly above the page. The breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below, a fleeting reminder of the small freedoms she still had.

I walked towards him not before stopping a few steps from him. “You are back.” he made a disapproving voice in the back of his throat. Slowly, I make my way towards him, eating the remaining distance between us. The song was fading but we could still hear the girl singing, her voice was crystal clear. (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you (But every day, I still wait) I still wait for you I still wait for you

I look behind maybe there is someone behind me whom she is looking to, but I see no one. Err… is she looking at me? I wave my hands in front of her eyes. She blink then she continued to stare at me. “Hello?” I shyly said. Uhh, can’t she understands English? Ahh, right! Maybe she’s a Korean or a Japanese. “Annyeong haseyo” I greeted. Still no effects. “Konichiwa?” still no response. The heck, she’s cute but she’s creeping me out. “Oh? Sapphire, you’re there. I’m looking for your for like hours now,” girl said then she followed where her friend’s eyes is

* I send it and exhale, staring at the screen, waiting for those three dots. But Dre doesn’t reply.

"We, this shit can never happen again." I took a step forward, my heart speeding as my fingers brushed against the edge of the desk. "Will you wait?" He looks stunned and confused, his brows drawing. "What?" I licked my lips, blowing out a breath through my nose. "Will you wait for me? For us? Until I am of age?" "Yes," he answered without hesitation. "It's fucking messed up how much I'll wait for you and I feel like a fucking pervert for waiting for you like a creep."

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha