Novel & Cerita Unscramble Waited

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

Jason stood in the yard, lifting his head to stare at the gloomy sky. He had really messed up.

I drawled out as I typed on the keyboard. I was a little unfamiliar with what was happening right now. I never dared to make Sandra wait for me whenever she offered to drive me, not even when there was something urgent to deal with. She'd get incredibly upset otherwise. This was the first time I made her wait for me. Sandra's expression changed a little the moment she heard the words "divorce agreement". I was getting a little stuck while figuring out how to amend the clauses, so I asked, "How do I write a clause that ensures neither party disrupts the other's life after the divorce?"

He stood in front of me, held my face between his hands and stared down at me. I waited, once again, I did. For what? This time I didn't know. But the moment he spoke, I knew, the wait was over. "You waited." He said. I gasped. " You waited." He breathed.

Waiting. Preparing. So was I.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

Waiting to see. if we would answer again. ✨

and that word lingered longer than anything else, because pending means unfinished, unresolved, waiting. Waiting for the moment it decides again. And next time, it won’t ask.

He turned sharply towards one of the staff, his tone dropping into a demanding register. "Has everyone arrived?" The girl looked down at her digital tablet, her fingers frantically tapping against the screen as she checked the entry logs. She swallowed hard, looking up with a visibly nervous expression. "No, sir. We are still missing one of the finalists. One person has still not cleared the security checkpoint”. The director’s frown deepened, a flash of severe irritation crossing his features, bringing him to the very verge of getting openly angry. In an event of this magnitude, waiting, tardiness was an unforgivable insult to the committee.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin