Novel & Cerita Bapaknya Anya

''Sona!! I'm sorry sona. I'm really sorry.'' Her baba said and come towards her. He make her stand on her feet and further added ''We didn't spend a single day when we didn't miss you. We don't hate you. How can we hate our own daughter?? Never ever say that again that you're not our daughter. Tui amar mey (you're my daughter).'' And her father wiped her tears.

naputol ang kaniyang sasabihin ng makita niya ang kaniyang ina na lumuluha. "You never done anything wrong, Hija. kami ang dapat humingi nang sorry sa iyo, alam namin na nagkaroon ka ng sama nang loob sa amin ng iyong papa. kaya sana patawarin mo kami." aniya ni Annie habang umaagos ang mga luha sa kaniyang pisngi. "Mama, matagal kona kayong pinatawad. mahal na mahal ko kayo ni papa, lagi n'yong tatandaan yan." malambing na aniya ni Rui sa ina.

Mayamaya ay bumaba ang ina niya at saka nakangiting lumapit. "Kumusta naman ang baby na 'yan?" Malambing nitong tanong sa anak niya. Natawa rin siya dahil nakikita niya itong parang siya ang kinakausap. "Si Yesha pala? Lutuan mo ng makakain ang asawa mo at kami muna ang bahala rito kay Queen." Natawa siya sa sinabi ng mama niya. Mahilig ito sa bata at mas marami pang time ang mga ito na kasama ang baby nila.

"Buti nakita ako ng Papa mo sa tulay, kaya sinamahan n'ya na 'ko dito sa'nyo." "Tawagin mo nalang akong Tito. Oh kaya Papa na din. Doon din naman kayo mauuwi kasi magiging anak din kita soon." natatawang sabi ni Papa na kinatawa naman n'ya. Bakit imbis na mainis s'ya ay natutuwa pa s'ya? "Oh 'nak doon muna kayo sa sala. Magluluto lang ako ng breakfast natin." sambit ni Mama na sinunod nalang namin.

"You girls should wait outside" "Okay baba," they smiled and said few of his eulogies. Amanda kept following as she was trembling in the fear of uncertainty. She had cold feet. She wished she could back off, but it was late. The old man bolted the door. "Put your mind at rest kid. I am Baba Aniyikaye 1. The mighty one whom the deity sings his praises. I said put your mind at rest!! Is it money? It is with my mothers (His idols), is it influence? It's with my mothers. Wealth? Success? Fame? Name it! whatever. THE GLORIES OF THE EARTH HAS BEEN DELIVERED UNTO ME. I GIVE IT TO WHOMEVER I PLEASE. Did you know many of these your popular icons come to get thier influence from me? Many of the popula

My father said flatly. “That’s right! Since the bitch give us a hard time, we will make her suffer too,” I said fiercely. My father sighed as he said, “Don’t call her that. She is your sister after all…” Hearing that, I pouted. “I don’t have a sister like that. Dad, do you want my brothers and me? Or do you want Anya?” “Of course, you three. We are family! As for Anya, that wretched girl… Oh, enough for her. I need to take care of my blood pressure!”

"How are you son?" As Ethan was just three inches taller than Jianyu's six feet height, it wasn't difficult for him to place his arm on Ethan's shoulder. He side hugged him as he gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze like a father giving a son encouragement. "I'm doing great baba," Ethan called his father in law, baba (dad) and mother in law mama (mum) considering that most Asian people would call their parents in-laws mom and dad as a show of respect.

She was instantly smitten with the baby. "What's her name anyway?" asked Indri, looking fondly at Anya who smiled embarrassedly. "Hello Tante. My name is Anya. I am Mommy Raisa's most beautiful child," said the woman, imitating a child's voice. Indri looked closely at Raisa. She blinked several times, making sure she hadn't heard wrong. "Seriously, is this your daughter?" Indri pointed to Anya, who had been staring at Indri without blinking. Raisa nodded and smiled. She knew that her friend must be surprised.

Uncle Jericho took the liberty to take the frying pan from my father’s hand and went to the kitchen to inspect what else was left to do. “Sorry,” my father said as he wiped his hand before offering it again to Anya, “My name is Seth,” he said his voice was gentle as his blue eyes sparkled when he saw the Mate Bond on Anya’s neck. Anya accepted his hand and smiled at him as she said, “Anya.” “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he said as he glanced my way giving me a slight nod, “So what did my stupid son do to deserve someone as pretty and smart as you?”

I begged. “Mama,” Anaya rushed up to us, sat on the floor, and murmured, “Mama hurt. Daddy, Mama has a boo-boo.” As I held her, I tucked her beneath my arm. “S-Save her, mi Amore. You two are my entire world. I love you, “Anna murmured, as her hand slipped from mine to the floor. My heart stopped beating. Anaya screamed out to her mother, “Mama... Mama... Mama,” in an attempt to wake her up. My heart was broken.