Wanita Dalam Penantian Novels & Stories

We sit. The waiting room is quiet and beige and full of the particular hush of a place where enormous things happen on a schedule. A woman across from us is much further along than Michaela.. eight months, maybe more, her hands folded on top of her stomach with the specific patience of someone who has been carrying this for a long time and has stopped noticing. A man beside her is looking at his phone. I am aware that from the outside we look like them.

and informed her that I was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Taking a seat at an empty table, I observed the bustling cafe. A waitress approached, inquiring if I desired anything in particular. Politely declining, I informed her that I was simply waiting for someone. Time seemed to stretch on as I anxiously awaited Rachel's arrival, my impulsive nature growing restless. I couldn't help but wonder why women always seemed to keep others waiting.

As a result, waiting became a test of her patience. A few days later, Rowena's anticipation began to show signs of coming to an end. She felt a premonition that Ivan would come to her that day. Her confidence was strong, especially as a pure warmth spread through her womb, as if the new life she was carrying felt the same anticipation. Time seemed to creep by. Morning gave way to noon with agonizing slowness. The sun rolled across the sky and set with a tiresome arrogance. Each passing second felt like a game designed to test Rowena's patience, as if the universe was toying with her.

After I was rushed into the hospital, Nova and her husband kicked Ian out of the hospital ward. As she was pregnant, he didn't dare to force his way in—so I ended up with some peace and quiet. But he started waiting outside my hospital ward every day, just as he had before we were married. Nova was beyond fed up with Ian, but this was the hospital, and she couldn't exactly throw him out. As she was pregnant, she needed to attend prenatal checkups and rest. She couldn't stay by my side around the clock, so he managed to slip into the hospital ward to take care of me.

“I’m Zachary, you can just call me Zach. And you are?” Taking his hand, I answered him, “Nice to finally get your name, Zach. I’m June.” “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” He caught my eyes and looked deep into them. “I’m about 4 hours from here in a town called Pleasant View. I’m a hundred percent certain the view would be more pleasant if you were there. Maybe sometime, I’ll take you up on your offer to paint the house for me. I got a few spare rooms you can choose from.”

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

she wailed hysterically. With such ambiguous words, people in the stands started looking at me differently. Those close enough to hear began whispering. "So, it's the wife confronting the mistress." "If you're the wife, why not stand up for yourself?" "Can't you see she's pregnant?" Those whispers made me frown. Some bolder ones even spat in my direction, eyes full of contempt. "How could someone so young like you end up as a homewrecker?" "How shameless!" I shot the man a cold look, and he immediately shut up. He didn't want any trouble.

"Has he been sleeping for a long time, Ma?" Harry was very disappointed to get his wife to sleep before enjoying her order. He didn't want Anna to be hungry until morning. Mrs. Wijaya put her index finger to her lips, signaling Harry not to make noise and disturb Anna's sleep. "Shouldn't we just wake her up, Ma?" Mrs. Wijaya shook her head. She already understands how a pregnant woman. Moods sometimes come and go irregularly and the husband's understanding greatly determines his wife's attitude.

CHRISTINE... Waiting always makes me impatient. I don't like when it comes to Waiting but God has always tested my patience by throwing me into this certain situation. For three years, I waited for Michelle and finally let him go. Now, here in this Waiting lounge in the hospital. Tapping my foot on the ground I looked around the Waiting area. Excluding me, three more women were accompanying me. Two are heavily pregnant and one is... Well, she doesn't look like she is pregnant. Possibly here for a test?

she said. The specific and quiet question. I looked at her. "I don't know what you would call it," I said. "I know what I would call it." She waited. The particular and patient quality of her waiting, the specific and unhurried quality of a woman who had been waiting since September for a man to stop running, who had named it and left the space and had been in the space with the particular and patient quality of a woman who knew what she was waiting for. "What would you call it," she said.