Novel & Cerita The Notebook Movie Gifts

RENEE “Girl, I’ll be damned if this man doesn’t love you. Just look at the gifts. Oh girl, I say you’ve hit the jackpot with this one.” Staring mindlessly at the couple art notebook Robert gifted me and the lone tulip flower attached to the wrapped package, I didn’t say a word as Nicole went on and on. Another cryptic note was attached to the presents, but I wasn’t ready to read it. Instead, I stared blankly at everything sprawled out on the bed. I rubbed my forehead, unsure of what to do.

Still, there I was. “She’s five,” I muttered under my breath. “Six? No, three. Maybe four.” “You had me leave the office early for this?” Bryan moaned behind me. I sighed and turned to him. “I just wanted to get her something,” I said. “For what?” Bryan asked, appearing beside me. “You’re not her dad.” I looked at him. “Thanks for reminding me.” He breathed out. “Sorry I said that…” “Don’t worry.” Bryan grabbed some sparkly notebook with a lock on it. “Girls like this thing, don’t they? You know. Unicorns, writing down all their secrets, glittery crap.”

“She won’t leave you alone until you do.” Nolan nodded and turned to his ex. “Gina, I’ll take your gift and say thank you, but then I must ask you to please leave. You were not invited here. Neither my wife nor I appreciate your presence here.” Gina flashed him a smile. She held out the little box and Nolan took it. He was about to slip it into his pocket, but then Gina said, “Wait, will you just open it please?” “Fine,” Nolan said. He popped the lid off and saw that there was a watch inside.

Nuella helped him to move the gifts into Nathan's study, but there were so many that they overflowed into the living room and gym, And so, the living room and gym were now filled with love letters of various sizes and colors, all of them addressed to Nathan. Hilda jumped in shock when she came home from work to see the entire house filled with love letters. "What are these?" She asked. Gasper had a blank expression on his face as he carried another box of love letters in. "These are for Nathan. They are gifts that the fans have been sending the boss." Gifts from Nathan's fans?

There was no note. Garvin, standing his watch, observed the package with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. When Lucas opened his door for his afternoon walk with Nolan, he stopped, seeing the parcel. He looked at it for a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, he bent down, picked it up, and took it inside. He did not wear it. But the next day, the scarf was visible, folded neatly on a small shelf in his room. It was an answer. Not in words, but in thread. An acceptance of the gift he had given, and an offering of warmth in return. A silent conversation between two people bound by a history of pain and a practical partnership in the present.

She hands another bag over to me. “Okay, this is weird, two gifts in one day”. Carolina and the maid just look at me, they awkwardly wait for me to dismiss them. “Thank you, you can leave”. No word is spoken there after. Carolina turns to leave and the girl follows behind her. They are like a mother hen and her chick. My first instinct is to open the first bag because it is familiar unlike the other one. A note sits on a black box, I grab it and read it, the note is typed. It reads “To my perfect little bird”. A smile breaks on my face. Even when he physically isn't present he finds a way to gift me things, my heart flutters at the gesture.

“You’re doing it right this time.” “Yeah,” I said. “No shortcuts.” He clinked his glass to mine. “About damn time.” We spent Christmas at the apartment, with a small tree. Lights strung across the windows. Elise tore into the presents with more enthusiasm than coordination, paper everywhere: a new wooden Thomas train set, stuffed animals from Vivian, and books from Elena. Nadia and I exchanged simple things: she gave me a leather-bound notebook with our initials embossed on the cover; I gave her a thin gold chain with a tiny pendant shaped like the Brooklyn Bridge, because that’s where we’d walked the first night she came back to me.

Hector turned to look at her, his eyes filled with worry. “Hector, this is a happy occasion. Let's share the joy…” Harmonia's tone was light, but it sounded particularly heart-wrenching. Hector felt uneasy. The small gift was a notebook with the airport logo and a ballpoint pen along with a box of candies. For this place and for that person, she only thought of one thing. She opened the notebook, turned to the first page, and wrote a sentence. A tear fell and blurred the ink. - It was time for them to board the plane.

Kiran left. Kayla took the bouquet, sucking in the fragrance. The scent would have obliterated the thoughts, but the confusion as to who sent the gifts rather combined with the thoughts. She unwrapped the box and found a box of Godiva chocolate in it, one of her favorites. She smiled, whoever sent the gifts was someone who knew her. It couldn't be Nora. Beneath the chocolate box was a movie ticket, which she took. The sender even wanted them to see the movie together. Wondering who it was, her phone buzzed. I was thinking we could see the movie on Sunday night, perhaps as a way to celebrate our reunion.

Just as I turned to leave, he called after me. "Hey, don’t forget this," he said, holding up a small, worn black notepad. My notepad. “Oh, God, thanks,” I said, snatching it from him, my voice a bit louder than I’d intended. I laughed, a bit deliriously, as I looked at the little notebook. The couple's notebook. I'd bought a matching set for me and Ethan, complete with fancy pens and leather covers. The perfect gift for a "perfect" couple. How ironic.