NovelEnglishShe hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.
Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. ‘This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!’ she thought, gratified and angry.
After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind.
“What are you doing?”
Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn’t the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn’t find a good excuse.
“Having fun,” she said, after a long pause.
Despite her sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled when he heard her voice.
“I got it,” he said.
“Huh?” She was perplexed. ‘Got what?’
“The love letter you wrote me.”
‘What? What love letter? I never wrote him any love letter. This fact-twisting capitalist!’ Blushing, she corrected him, “It wasn’t a letter. It was a postcard.” She wouldn’t write him a love letter and embarrass herself.
The village head’s son had given her spostcards with the landscape of the village on them. She filled the little space with her scribble and had asked the young man to help her send them. Since the village was so remote, she was surprised that Carlos had even received the postcard.
But for Carlos, that postcard was a love letter from her, whether she admitted it or not.
Unwilling to be fixated on such a trifling matter, he moved on.
“How are you doing these days?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
Debbie turned her head to listen to the two Lovebirds who seemed to have gotten more passionate. ‘It’s freezing cold outside. Why do they have to do it here? These people are so freaking weird.’
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe got up and retraced the path while holding her phone to her ear.
“Not so good,” she answered honestly.
These past few days had been the harshest days of her entire life. The temperature dropped to at least ten degrees below zero at night. It was so cold that stepping out the door of their designated house was a struggle.
“Hmm.” Her answer was more or Less what he had anticipated.
Carlos hung up without another word.
‘So typical! Would it kill him to talk smore?
He hardly spoke three Lines.’
Debbie went back to her room, with a mad frown on her face. She couldn’t stop thinking about Carlos. At last, she decided to text him.
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