Novel & Cerita Cerpen Rembulan Dimata Ibu

My screen had been full of those few pictures I’d dug up online, old ones, grainy shots from some family gathering, a girls-only outing, and one with her little sister. Just a handful, but each one pulled at me hard. Lena’s smile in them, the way her eyes caught the light. I swallowed, trying to push the image away. I looked up slowly. Mom’s face filled the space behind me. I looked up; the window by the side showed a dark sky, faint stars behind thin clouds.

Mum should be disappointed at me. I remained on the ground, my eyes staring at the moon. ***

I felt terrible I was doing this to my own mother. "Kiaria, hold your mother's hand. Quickly now," Selene said. I quickly took my mom's hand as instructed by Selene. A white light began to emanate from my hand and that light flowed from mine to my mother's. Her eyes began to glow just like when I was in the bathroom at school focusing on my future with Io. She gasped, her face showing her astonishment, but as the light which flowed from me to her became brighter, her face turned into understanding. A tear suddenly fell from the corner of her right eye.

My image growls low at her look, making her shiver. “Is it nap time yet?” the image growls, taking her hand and running his nose over the vein in her wrist. “Oh yes,” she says. My image hands the baby back to Leana then rushes to quickly collect the older children. “No nap time daddy,” the little girl says, pouting. “We’re going to look at the moon tonight, my sweet. You need your rest so you don’t miss it,” my image tells her as I walk away with both children in my arms.

Kain gorden berkibar di bawah sinar rembulan penuh. Beberapa menit lagi sebelum tepat tengah malam, tetapi Isaac masih belum menunjukkan diri. Aku berjalan mondar-mandir di kamarku, merasakan degupan kencang jantungku. Cemas, takut, dan gugup. Sebentar lagi .... Apakah itu akan menyakitkan seperti apa yang kudengar dari cerita-cerita pelayan di keluarga Welch?

"Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it." So saying, the rock lit up. It was just like a miniature moon. Mabel walked forward to the glass case and almost the moment the light touched them, my father and mother's eyes blazed red and they howled in pain. The sound of chains rattling made me realize they were bound. They strained against the chain, shrinking from the moonlight. As I watched in horror, tears came into my eyes. A lump formed in my throat as I watched Mabel move closer with the moon rock and my parents flatten themselves against the walls of the chamber.

She could not fall asleep in such a situation. Jessica opened her eyes and looked at the moonlight that shone through the gaps of the curtain. It was Mid-Autumn night, so the moon was round and beautiful. She wondered if Blake had enjoyed the view of the moon with Kim when he sent her home? Lady Cecilia’s words echoed in her ears again. Although she could not speak, she had an amazing memory. Every word that came out from Lady Cecilia’s mouth was etched clearly in her mind.

Sa Aking Mga Mata “Hinahawi ako ng mga nagliliparang buhangin ng disyerto, napupuwing sa 'di maunawaang butil ng mga bago. Nagdidiliryo sa isang larawang di malinaw kung ano, sumasagwan sa tuyot na sapa at nangingisda ng sagot sa malamyang ilat." Mula sa mga mata ng isang bata.

A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears Then below there is a painting of a green vast land, dark sky, stars, and moon. Stella smiled finding comfort on the painted picture. She brush her index finger on it, but like a wet ink she smudge the beautiful scene. She immediately rub the green ink on her finger to her skirt and close the book. She looked at Aeriol and Sister Lily tidying things up, no one seems to notice but her heart leaps higher than the height she fell into.

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her