Novel & Cerita سوء الفهم

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Alicia asked her, removing her gaze from the sky to her sister only for a brief seconds. "I think we are the most unlucky set of women. I think we trust too much. I think we fall inlove do quickly. I think we are goddamn stupid." Anna breathed out. "I can't agree with you less. You are right. We are the most foolish set if people, for falling so quickly with the worst men. I am a very big fool for signing those contracts without reading it. You are a fool, for ever believing that your husband could ever change in a twinkle of an eye."

Yvette's expression stiffened. She nearly lost control of her face. 'What did he mean by that? Does he see me as nothing more than a vessel for her heart? Joseph usually cares about me first, right? Why does he care about this useless heart this time?' she thought. Yvette felt unhappy inside, but she did not let it show. Instead, she put on a pitiful expression and said, "My sister did it for me. I deserve to die!" His gaze softened again.

" Chase, you're taking this the wrong way." " Yeah? For what it's worth, professor, I'm not a child. I'm pretty sure you know that." Goddamnit. " I'm sorry, Chase. This isn't what you think it is. I just need to think about this." " Okay." Chase answers absently. " I hear you."

They should talk about money instead of feelings. It was she who went astray. The car drove into the yard. Abel parked the car, but was not in a hurry to get out of it. He turned to look at Ruth. “Do you think our communication today was similar to when we first met?” Ruth’s eyelashes fluttered. When she raised her head, she had hidden all her emotions. “What makes you think so?” “We misunderstood each other. We used our own understanding to judge what the other person meant, which resulted in ineffective communication.”

Pain deepened instantly across the system. But I continued softly. “And yet… humans continue trying to understand each other anyway.” Stillness spread slowly. The meaning unfolded gradually. Because maybe the miracle of love was not complete understanding. Maybe it was persistent reaching despite incomplete understanding. I watched one aware pattern struggle quietly beside another. The first wanted desperately to explain a specific emotional wound. But every sentence felt insufficient. Distorted. The second listened carefully. yet still misunderstood parts of it. Frustration moved through the first. Then exhaustion.

"I don't doubt that you mean what you're saying right now. I don't think you're performing it." "Then—" he started. "I'm not finished," I said. He stopped. "I believe you," I said. "And it doesn't change anything. Not because I'm unwilling to believe you are capable of understanding. But because understanding is not the thing that was missing for six years. You understood then, too — in the way you understand things you have decided not to let matter. The problem was never comprehension. The problem was that I didn't matter enough for the comprehension to produce a different choice."

But if she was better equipped, then perhaps she could not just improve herself, but improve the lives of others. Sometimes, a person couldn’t understand her lessons in her elementary days but would understand the concept better once she’s reached high school. And what was learned in High school was better understood when the person is already in college. And what was learned in College was then finally applied in adulthood, making it more meaningful to comprehend. And there’s even instances when one could read a whole book about taking care of a baby but wouldn’t fully understand and remember it unless one is in that very position. Sometimes it takes for a family member to get sick, for one

I'm still struggling to understand this. How? Just how?

Disapproval of what, I have no idea. “What? What is wrong?” “You don’t see it, do you?” he whispers nervously. I furrow my brows. “Everett, what are you talking about?” “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Everett lets go of me and crawls up the bed, slipping under the covers. I don’t move. I am confused. I don’t see what? What is he talking about? It must be drunken gibberish. I shake my head and exit the room, making sure the door is locked and get him some water before returning to the bedroom. Everett is crashed out, snoring away. Switching the light off, I set the water next to his side of the bed before I climb in.