Novel & Cerita You're My Happiness

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

“Are you happy now?” “Yes…yes, because I'm with you.”

"So, you'll be free recently, won't you?" I latched onto him, putting my arms around his neck. Then, I ordered, "Carry me in! Hurry!"

“Love you. Make you happy. Be the man you deserve.” My heart felt so full it might burst. “You already are that man, Vishal. You already make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

This had me smiling. "It means my people are coming to save us."

he replied with a kind smile which never witnessed before ever. "What do you mean? How did I made you happy?" She was puzzled. "Do you really have to ask?" He sighed feeling shy to explain it. . "Yeah or I won't be able to accept such gesture" her reply came as a stern while she felt the roses in her arm. "I've watched my baby today, alive and healthy. It wouldn't have been possible without you. And that brought me happiness. So it's only a small gift because I wanted to give you something" his word sounded not only truthful buy as if they straight came from his heart.

Maybe my heart knows that I have to let out all my feelings so that it lets me. “You know guys, you are my very first friend. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for fighting for me when I couldn’t. Thank you for being with me. I know, I might not deserve you two, but I don’t want to lose you guys.”

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Without the proof, she and the paper would be in big trouble. Hope and the promise of relief from the strain of the threats made her giddy. Despite the fact that the music around them had slowed, softened, and that people were slow-dancing, she jumped a little jig. Whirling in Mitch’s arms, she faced him, still grinning. “I feel free,” she said, then laughed. “Oh, that sounds so corny, but it’s true.” His arms tightened on her as his smile faded slowly. Hungrily, his gaze roamed her face. “I haven’t seen you this happy in far too long,” he said in a voice husky with emotion. “It looks good on you.”