Who Said Why So Serious Novels & Stories

He said, his tone serious. I wasn't even quarreling with him over this so why was he being so serious Scoffing I said, "I really don't know why you're telling me that. You're a good husband. Kudos!" "Do you think I'm a good husband?" His eyes lit up in .... Happiness? I couldn't tell. I had a lot to say to him but I wasn't about to open up that old wound. "Why are we having this discussion? I am not a marriage counselor nor a therapist so please" Emptying my cup of parfait, I dipped my hand into the bag, searching for a serviette. When I found it, I damped it around my lips.

"Oh, that’s funny." No one laughed, and slowly the smile slipped off her face. "You’re serious."

Because of what he said, I want to laugh. Is he already insane? Why is he so irritated because I wounded myself with the knife? I produced a serious expression to demonstrate that I was not amused by what he said. I pretended it wasn’t a big deal and then joined in on his joke.

I said laughing so hard I felt a little pain in my ribs. He didn't find this funny , instead he looked at me and waited for me to compose myself. After I had sat up , he looked at me like a teacher would a naughty school girl. "You never take anything serious do you?" he questioned me. "Forgive me, I do not have the ability to take things very seriously " I responded, still in stitches.

the man said and I smiled to myself before turning around to hear what he had to say but rather than saying what he was supposed to he began to laugh manically without stopping till he had laughed to his heart’s content. “I am more than happy that this is funny to you and I just wish your mates can join in your fun too but they are just too serious unlike you, but now is a very serious time and if you do not want another one of them dead it is better you don’t provoke me anymore.”

“Oh, I’m serious!” His smirk shifted into a soft smile. “Then I’m serious.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I asked, pinballing between the two of them. They looked at each other like I had grown two heads. Then back at me with a disdainful expression. “You are insane!” “You are here to die. Do you think we care about your stupid money?!” He answered seriously, his tone harsh. Why was it sounding serious? What the hell did he just say? Death?

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I waited for him to tell me 'JK, LOL, aunty you take things too seriously', then I would warn him never to joke about stuff like that and storm off. However, the look on his face was that of grim seriousness and desperation. Not at all one of mischief, but I guessed it was part of the act. He wanted me to say something before blowing up with laughter, I was tired of waiting. "Can I laugh?," I enquired although I had no desire to. If he was trying to joke, it was nowhere near funny. "Aunty mi, I'm dead serious. This is no laughing matter," he responded with an expression as serious as mine.

Because, honestly, this had to be some kind of sick joke. Except Perrin wasn’t laughing. I swallowed hard, my pulse thundering in my ears. “You can’t be serious.” His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. “Oh, I’m dead serious.”