Novel & Cerita سوء الفهم

“I’m like this because you are not giving me the peace of mind I deserve, why would I be nice to you?” “I’m not giving you peace of mind that you deserve?” The question came out softly with sarcasm written all over. “Imagine you walked into my house uninvited, and you obviously are not here for any meaningful discussion, are you giving yourself the peace of mind you claim you deserve?” “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to have anything to do with you” “I’ve told you this in every possible way” “I’ve insulted you, ignored you, scream at you, avoided you for months and you can’t still read the boldly written hand writing on the wall”

I do not understand what you are trying to say, you spoke in a way I don't understand, please explain what you meant but, please try to be more descriptive and understandable, from what you have just said, the little I could analysis doesn't seem to sound well, I hope you are not trying to say something that would get me completely aggravated,

“Mom, I don’t understand… you aren’t making much sense.” “I know Charlee, it’s just so hard to explain, I’ve locked down these feelings for years, and I’m trying my best to explain to you our history.” I looked at her, and for once she looked her age, her lips turned down in a frown, I could see the wrinkles, there were bags under her eyes that I had never noticed before and a sadness around her that had never been there before, I wanted to tell her to stop, that I didn’t need to know, but that would have been a lie and now I needed to know more than ever.

“Good” *****

It's a good thing no one was standing near the window, or else it would have been shattered! "His name is also emotion; it's hard for him, who has problems, to be bitter. To deal with the person who made him, he has to live like that. That's what Mom experienced too, although he didn't vent." Denish accidentally overheard Kasya's confession after visiting Dean's grave and managed to meet Kean. "Mom's presence is really not considered." On the other hand, during the exam, Alvaro occasionally stopped working on the answers. You could say he is still not ready because he will soon move to a new school. However, he couldn't argue. Forced to obey.

"Because she is our mother. What about when parents beg to be brought to the right path?" Shawn felt like squeezing Samara's innocent face just to make her realize the cruelty of the world, even the cruelty of her own mother. Didn't she understand that that's why Sania was always pressuring her? Because Samara could not and never refused. And stupidly, Samara always believed that woman's bullshit. "What else can Sammy do? Sammy can't be so ignorant to the parent." "Yes, if the parent is right and loves their children, no problem," said Shawn.

I saw his eyes and face hesitate to do as Bashir said. "Females don't understand technicalities. That's why I want to speak to a man, man to man." Bashir gently put Falmata aside, after ensuring she was sitting okay. He asked the doctor to repeat himself with an angry smile I've come to associate with him and Baaba. You better not let them smile at you like that.

Then why are you writing to my spouse? 'Ab hum aap ko kaise batayein ki hame kuchh theek nahi lag raha hai jaise kuch to unhoni hone wali hai. Hum nahi chahte ki hamari baatein adhuri reh jayein jo hum aap se kehna chahte hain kyun ki abhi aap bohot choti hain un baaton ko samajhne ke liye.' he thought in his mind. (Translation: Now how do I tell you that something doesn't seem right to me as if something bad is going to happen. I don't want my words to remain incomplete which I want to tell you because you are still too young to understand these things.)

“Start over. Page one.” “What?” I practically shrieked. “I’ve been reading this same page for hours! You can’t make me start over just because I got one question wrong!” “You didn’t get one question wrong,” Knox corrected gently. “You’ve gotten fifteen questions wrong. Which means you haven’t actually learned the material. Reading isn’t the same as understanding, Dahlia. You need to comprehend what you’re reading, not just let your eyes pass over the words.” I wanted to cry. Or throw the textbook at his head. Maybe both.