Cerpen Rembulan Dimata Ibu Novels & Stories

Blake The room has gotten much colder. With that realization, my heart wanted to jump out of my mouth. Not much longer now. A bit more time and I could expect to be where I wanted to be for a year. Looking again at the moon, it had moved a bit to the left since I last stared at it. Writing is helping me not only center myself with the calm but also remind myself why I’m jumping into the mouth of the lion. Even though remembering my lost child is giving me hope, I know that I’m unlikely to make it to sunrise. So, in anticipation of the hag’s arrival, I must finish my story.

Bathal remembers his father with his head back, soaking up the heat like a plant. At dusk, his wide gray eyes go half-mast, and he yawns and stretches and puts his arms around people who he thinks will lead him back to the right home. Banaua is solar-powered, a self-sufficient sun. And his mother Hiraya was like the moon — the Luna catches the excess light of the King until she could light up on her own.

"We're never too old to land another Moonflower into the lake, you know?" I turned to him sharply. "Don't even think about it," I warned my husband in a stern tone. We snuggled into bed and Caleb chuckled as he curled his arm around me, nestling his warm body flat against my back. He rested his chin against my shoulder while we gazed through the bars of the crib. Moonlight illuminated Emelia's face just enough for me to see her. But my eyes weren't as sharp as they used to be, and without my glasses, everything looked rather fuzzy. I knew that Caleb's eyesight was still as sharp as the day we met.

Celeste told her and at that moment I felt so proud of her for standing up to her mother. “There is no such thing as a mate. My sister does all of that as a little game she likes to play with her creations.” The Moon Witch says and before I met my mates, I would have believed her but now I know she is lying to her daughter. “You’re a liar!” I screamed out as I stepped off the porch as Alpha Shawn tried to stop me but I raised my hand up to stop him. “I once upon a time would have believed what you just said, but now that I have found my mates, I know that is not true. No one has ever loved me, not even my own parents loved me. But now, I know I am truly loved, and I feel the love my mates ha

My eyes still feel cool with the white light clinging to my irises—as if the moon were occupying both eye sockets at once. Outside my body, the sound of breathing still echoes. Inside, my vision tears apart each page of time, one by one. The first vision rushes in without pause. A small, brightly lit house, the scent of incense, and hands clasped together. My mother—Aurora—stands in the center of the room, her skin reflecting a soft glow like an unyielding lamp. Beside her, a man in a robe, neat and cold, yet his eyes hold something unspoken: love and fear that knows the risk. They gaze at the newborn baby.

noon nagsimulang mamuo ang luha sa gilid ng mata ko at may may kung anong bumara sa lalamunan ko. Sa kabila ng panlalabo ng mata ko dahil sa mga luha ko, kita ko ang lalong pagliwanag ng paligid. The moon above lighted us, and numbers of fireflies started to dance in the air. It started to feel like they are here to take him away. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face on the juckture of his neck and shoulder. Enhaled his comforting scent. Cozy and warm against his embrace. "I've always been alone.." my words was almost a whisper as my voice became shaky. Cracking on the end. "It wouldn't be.. bad.."

The tent’s only source of light came from the pea-size flame dancing in the candle and the biggest of the moon that had been raised on the horizon that year. Hera followed the dance of this fire, the breeze of the wind caressing her whole being as what Mang Kanor had said echoed inside her head. She didn’t want to perceive her mother other than the picture of what she should have been, but every time she contradicted herself, the memory of her mother yelling at her father who’s doing nothing but to apologize spiraled in her thoughts, never-ending.

For her child. And she was proud she profound that for herself and as well as her child. She was happy now with Ryan and... "Mom, I am up." Ryan's baby voice got her out of her thoughts. Shrugging the thought of the baby's father, she turned to her baby smilingly. Mirroring her expression, Ryan leaned on the coffee table and pointed at the moon on the monitor of the laptop, he screamed excitedly, "Mom, see. Moon." It wasn’t like he was seeing it for the first time but every time, he saw the moon on the wallpaper of the laptop or any book or in the sky, he would scream excitedly. She didn’t know why but Ryan seemed to have an intense liking for the moon.

It always made me wonder what my stories would be as the Alpha leader. Skipping through the pages of Alpha Idris’ journal, I came across an interesting passage he had written… ------------------------------ I had that same dream again. The moon, radiant as always in the sky, the beautiful glow of silver we all know and admire when the night is awake. But then, it was almost as if the moon had blinked, and in that blink, it had changed to a hue of gold, as if it had been kissed by the sun. The golden hue reminds me of my newborn son’s eyes.

The star lights glowed faintly along the wall, small constellations taped together by tiny hands. “It’s so pretty,” she breathed. “That’s the sleepy whale,” Elijah said proudly. “And that’s the hunter star.” Caleb pointed. “That one’s a spoon. We eat moon soup with it.” She giggled. “I like moon soup.” Then her voice softened. “It’s so happy that you brothers have a mom like this.” I froze. The knife in my hand went still. Her words were innocent, but they pressed deep.