Novel & Cerita Tell Them I Was Happy

I couldn’t tell if he was worried or he was just asking for the sake of it. “I…” “You what?” “I’m just too happy.” I voiced out instead. “What?” He sounded surprised. I burst into a fit of laughter mixed with tears. “I’m just too happy. I saw my parents yesterday and I’m missing them again, that’s just it.” I exhaled deeply. He looked at me as if he didn’t believe me and was trying to read me but he eventually let go. I needed savings but I knew that nobody was coming to save me. “Alright then. That’s good to hear.” He sighed.

“Don’t talk like that, baby. I don’t want you to waste your life just because of me.” “I’m not wasting anything. I’m happy with you, okay? So stop overthinking. You are more than enough for me.” I smiled and kissed his cheek again. My heart felt lighter after that talk, and I felt confident that I could make him happy in my own way. He changed the subject and started telling stories about the places he’d traveled to. I just listened happily, sharing my own experiences to keep the mood light between us.

"You know that I am a happy person, so you will be able to see that smile all the time. And you being with me, is another reason for me to continue smiling and face every day happily." "Me too. I am the happiest man alive and, yes, let's be happy together," I told her. Now that I had already confirmed to Gen. Anderson our plan, I was completely at ease. I was sure that nothing would happen to her when we went to stay in the hospital next week.

“Should I tell you?” “Of course, but if it is invading your privacy then it’s alright. I am good at not knowing it.” “No, no, not at all. If you want to know then let me tell you. I was trying to make someone happy and wanted to see her smiling. And today I saw her cute smile. She was in a happy mood, just the way I wanted and it was a huge success for me.” I was awestruck to hear him. Pointing at myself, I mumbled, “are… are you talking about me?”

For once, I wasn't thinking about problems. I wasn't thinking about responsibilities. I wasn't thinking about tomorrow. I was simply having fun. Real fun. The kind I hadn't experienced in years. Jack floated nearby and looked over at me. "What?" I asked. He smiled. "You look happy." The words caught me off guard. Because they were true. I was happy. Really happy. Not pretending. Not forcing it. Actually happy. I smiled back. "I am." The answer came easily. Without hesitation. Without doubt.

I wouldn't have that. “I'm happy for you!” I lied. “Thank you…” Annie muttered. She looked genuinely happy about it. Well, everyone would be. I had to screw it up for her.

I was happy and that realization hit me hard because I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt genuinely happy, not pretend happy or going through the motions happy, but actually happy. "Yeah," I said and couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "I guess I am."

he said. "I'm not lying," I shouted, despite my attempt to keep my voice level. "She was happy. She just got back from a trip. She was relaxed. She was talking about work, talking about plans. I swear." "Happy people don't do this," he quickly retorted. "I don't know what happened," I said. "I don't know what changed," "So you're saying this just happened out of the blue?" My father crossed his arms. "Yes," I said. "Because that’s how it feels."

Security had been placed to monitor her so my heart wasn't in my throat every time I thought of her but we'd been advised to pretend like I was still furious with her. They continued staring at me and apparently choosing to believe me nodded. “Okay. Mama, I just don't want you to be sad.” I shook my head and held them both close to me. “Where did you get that idea? I'm not sad. I'm very happy.” “But you were sad that we are not in California again.” Avery whispered. “I was but I like New York now and I'm not sad. As long as you both are happy, I am too. I don't want you to worry about whether I'm happy or not. I'm very happy.”

I wanted to show them that I had overcome everything, and that I was happy and successful. When I arrived at the venue, I was greeted by familiar faces. My friends were surprised to see me, and they welcomed me with open arms. They asked me about my life, and I told them about everything that had happened—about the hard times, and about how I had managed to build a new life for myself.