Tentative Date Mga Nobela at Kwento

(Natasha) "We need the relocation date in writing by month-end," the transition lead says. "Legal wants it locked before we announce." He's the third person from Doheny to call this week. They rotate, like a collections agency with better suits. I guess they’d stop if I actually gave them a straight answer. "I understand." "So can we say the fifteenth?" My pen is hovering over the calendar. Right over the square. All I have to do is write a number in it.

Since I've already found the date, I read it out to Trevor who has his desktop ready so as to key it in. "Fifteenth October..." I repeat the date and then wait for him to do his job. All this while, I'm crossing my fingers hoping to hear positive results from him. I can't even dare do anything else because I'm eager to hear what he has to say about the fire incident. "Not yet?" I ask while fidgeting. Trevor has been working on the computer for over seven minutes now, trying to unravel the mystery about that date. "I'm almost there." He replies as he continues working on it.

"Mom, I'm your son." Harry got up, intending to kick him out. "Go! Go! We don't have a son like you!" Looking at the scene before him, Zac could only turn his pleading gaze to me. "Celia, I'm sorry. I really didn't know. I'll marry you now. We can register our marriage tomorrow. You can hold the wedding wherever you want. Don't worry—I'll definitely keep my distance from Aurora. I said nothing and just looked at him mockingly. I replied icily, "Zac, don't be shameless. We broke up long ago. What's the point of pestering us like this? Let me go. Just take care of yourself."

Sandy was getting confused by all the dates, and answered, "Uh-huh." "Mrs. Cox," Judge Brunner instructed, "please answer with a yes or no." Hesitating a moment to remember the question, Sandy finally answered, "Yes." "Good, we're making progress," Megan said. "That leaves Monday, August 14th, Tuesday, August 15th, or Wednesday, August 16th. Would you be able to pin the incident down to one of those dates, Mrs. Cox?" "No, I'm sorry that I can't be sure," Sandy said.

I said, feeling that we had been here for quite some time. "Ah, no... not at all, I'm going on a lunch date with a friend after this, plus my next appointment is three hours away. Anyway, let's get back to business. As I was saying earlier, everything is okay, the heart rate is normal. Coming to your due date, I've noted down the 12th of January." My lips curved into a small smile. "But it could always be a few days earlier or later than that. Okay, that's it from me today, I hope to see you soon,' She said with a push of her chair as she rose up and extended her hand towards us.

Chapter 51: Together ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 24 - 2027 ║ ║ Wednesday║ (D - 2) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║

"A colleague's daughter is getting married." "Okay?" "I need a date and so...." He left the sentence hanging. "Oh," I nodded. "You want me to come with you?" I asked. "Yes." He answered. "Sure." I smiled. "You want to flaunt your pretty daughter." He snorted. "I'm hoping you would be available because I know you're going to be busy by then." I pursed my lips, a frown etched on my brow. "When is it?" "April 5th." He muttered, eyes flickering back to the door handle.

“You okay?” “Yeah. Just that pain again. If I hunch over it’s not that bad, but when I straighten up it’s like someone’s flicking rubber bands again. I’m fine though, don’t worry. Before you go, would any Sunday in December work for you? What about early January?” “You can pick a date. If I can be there, I will.” “You won’t know if you have a day off?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I can’t promise anything. But that’s okay. Do it whenever it’s good for you, babe.”

As the man who lead us here went up and stood behind a glass podium. This is the very first time that I stood next to a person who’s not from Edge Six so it’s kind of natural instinct that we grouped ourselves according to the Edge we came from, leaving an approximately one meter space in between. “We are all gathered here for a bit of explanation on the game.” The man started, his voice echoed as we stood here, quietly listening. “As you know, Date a Liar has been existing for fifty years now.” He looked up as if he can still see the first year the game has launched.

“I said, can we by any chance reschedule our engagement to a new date, earlier to the previous one–” “Yeah… yes!! I mean, as you say …we can anytime prepone our engagement, when do you want the new dates to be?” “After two days! Just after you return?” “Are you sure?” A little tensed and little confused voice greeted me once again, and before he could have gone further I replied; I am okay, if it is not possible-