Cerpen Rembulan Dimata Ibu Novels & Stories

The night was still young, and the promise of new tales and adventures lingered in the air like a sweet fragrance, a reminder of the infinite possibilities that awaited them in the realm of stories and dreams. In the soft glow of the candlelight, Mama Hazel basked in the quiet beauty of the night, her heart full of love, joy, and anticipation for the stories yet to be told, the dreams yet to be shared, and the eternal bond between a mother and her cherished son held together by the magic of storytelling and the enduring power of love.

Her baby boy, nestled in her arms, gazed up at her with dreamy eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. Softly humming a lullaby, Roslyn's melodious voice wove a soothing spell: "Hush little one, the stars are bright Mama's here, holding you tight In the moon's silver gentle light Sleepy time, my darling tonight" As she sang, Roslyn's fingers traced gentle patterns on her baby's back, her touch a comforting reassurance. The baby's eyelids fluttered, his tiny hands relaxing in her grasp. With each step, Roslyn's thoughts drifted to the past, memories of Alexander lingering like whispers in the shadows. Her heart, once shattered, had slowly mended, reshaped by the love she now

A child looked up at a red moon in her sky and asked her mother, > “What’s that light, Mama?” Her mother smiled. “An old promise.” > “What does it mean?” > “It means even when you think you’ve been forgotten, the universe is already remembering you.” The child stared for a long while, then whispered softly, > “It’s beautiful.” And far away, through the eternal pulse, Seren’s voice answered with a smile that could be felt in every heartbeat— > Yes. You are. --- The Author’s Light The Blood Moon rose higher,

Below it, five stick figures: one tall with dark hair (Ronan), one with a bump (me), one small with a ponytail (Isobel), one even smaller (the baby), and one that appeared to be a circle with legs. "Who's this?" I asked, pointing at the circle. "Jupiter." She looked at me like I'd asked something deeply foolish. "The baby's moon. I told you about Jupiter's moons. This is the baby's special moon." I knelt carefully, my bump making the motion awkward, and pulled her into a hug. "It's the most beautiful Valentine I've ever received. I'm going to frame it and hang it where I can see it every day." She patted my back with small, solemn hands. "You're crying again."

I counter. I look out at the horizon. The woods are dark, but they aren't scary. They’re just woods. The wind is just wind. The night is just the other half of the day. I lean my head on Kaleb’s shoulder and he wraps his arms me and the baby, encasing us in his warmth. "What are you thinking?" he asks. I look at the moon. It’s full tonight. A bright, silver coin hanging in the sky. It chose me twice. Once to learn, and once to love.

Sleep O’ sleep my love, Done be scared of those eyes, For the Moon goddess protects you, All through the dark and the night. The lullaby reminded me of my own mother singing it to me and for a second I had zoned out complete staring at them. It was only when Cain shook my arm that I blinked a couple of times and looked at him. “Are you alright?” he asked softly and nodding at him with a small sad smile I let him see a memory of my mother and me of when I was a child and realizing it he pulled me in a hug.

I say bending down to pick it up. "It's okay. It's my fault. I should have warned you I was turning off the lights. I just wanted to show you what it looks like in the dark. I turn this on when there is no moon out. It calms me." She says while taking the globe. "It reminds me of my dad. He was Alpha, obviously, before me and we used to spend almost every night on the roof staring at the moon until my mom would yell at us to come down for bed." She smiles. Her smile is so pretty it lights up the room. No need for a lamp. She catches me staring and I look away but not before catching her grin at me. "What happened to your dad?" Her smile fades.

"Why that number?" Caleb smiled faintly. "My mother was a witch. She taught me about the moon’s cycles — twenty-nine days, eight phases. Every new moon brings new hope. A new beginning." He stepped closer, plucking a stray leaf from her hair with infuriating tenderness. Sparks skittered along her skin at his touch. "And I believe, if we’re meant to be," he said, "the moon will show us." Lucy opened her mouth — but no sound came out.

He accompanied her silently and patiently waited for her to talk to him. Before he knew it, night had fallen. The moon was remarkably bright, as if it had borrowed some of the sun’s power. Leila had to squint to see the dark spots on its surface. She had always imagined the spots were hollow seas, churning and swirling on the surface of the far-off sphere. She raised her hand, caressing the rim of the moon in the air. The beams of light it emitted somehow radiated out from the center and stretched across the dark canvas of the night sky. Her vision was blurred, as the bright light made her eyes water. She used to love the moon, but now, when she looked up at it, she could only think of the

As the evening came to an end, Nathan carried Luna up to the attic, where they could see the night sky through the sky window. Luna leaned beside Nathan and gazed upon the stars above. "Daddy, I wonder which star is mommy today." Nathan raised his hand and pointed at the brightest one among them and said, "That one. Look, she's winking back at you!" Luna fixed her eyes on that star and chuckled before a tinge of sadness took over. She asked, "Daddy, why did mommy turn into a star?"