روايات وقصص ضمن Cerpen Rembulan Dimata Ibu

She said, batting her eyelashes at my parents. “That’s very nice of you. Sure!” Mom said, looking at Dad, who nodded at the same time. “Oh, I’ll only come if Izobel will come,” Amber said, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes to me. I gawked at her. ‘Come on, Amber! Tomorrow’s full moon. It might be my time to shine! Hello? A little consideration, please!’ “Of course! Um... Izobel should come, too.” She said, hearing her sigh.

I asked, wanting to know if from now I’d have to look out for the next time she might go starlight. “No… usually the connection state doesn’t make any physical changes unless you’re under the moonlight, except for your eyes…” she explained calmly. I closed my eyes again, the glorious form she has attained somehow acting like a driving force in my mind. The light from the moon shimmered in the darkness I faced and focused on the soft light. This time I was patient, patiently waiting to find form in the abstract patterns of the dim light and allowing myself to drown in the blessed solitude. My mothers face came to the front of my thoughts, her smile like a warm blanket that kept out the cold o

In seconds, Ibhaan is groaning, grunting, and feeling himself up. It’s like an insane spirit has taken possession of his soul. ‘You could have—’ ‘Just lick me clean already!’ I yell and he obliges. ________________________ The sun is all over the sky while the moon is all over me. By the moon, I mean my nemesis who has given me the most mind-boggling oral of my life. Yes, since the morning, Ibhaan cannot stop smirking at me with that dirty look that makes me go weak in the knees.

And in the midst of it all, Elisa's smile radiated like a beacon, her eyes filled with a love that mirrored my own. As the night drew to a close, and the guests bid their farewells, I found myself standing by the window, the soft glow of the moon casting a gentle light upon the world outside. Lucien lay sleeping in his crib, his breaths steady and peaceful. It was in moments like these that I felt the weight of my responsibilities as a father, but also the overwhelming sense of fulfillment that came with it.

In a hidden corner of this mystical land, nestled amidst towering trees and under a canopy of stars, a makeshift campsite comes to life. Meagia, the fierce and resilient woman and now a mother, cradles her precious daughter, a tiny human baby with striking silver eyes. Wrapped in a soft blanket, the infant rests peacefully in her mother's protective embrace. Meagia's own eyes, golden and filled with love, are fixed on her child. Meagia began whispering. “You are the most precious thing in my world, my sweet Luna.” The baby, Luna, stirs in response to her mother's voice, her tiny fingers curling around Meagia's. She gazes up at her mother with innocent wonder.

Almara’s Pov The moon is a silver crescent high in the sky casting just enough light on my parents faces to accentuate the concern wedged in between their furrowed eyebrows. I lock my eyes onto theirs hoping they pick up on the utter exhaustion and save this conversation for later. Of course, they don’t.

Elora's POV Silence reigned in the kitchen as I and mother got busy with cleaning and scrubbing the kitchen floor. I could feel her gaze on me as I focused solely on getting the surface clean. "So, about last night..." she began cautiously, dropping the rag in her hand to stand erect. Her eyes held a mixture of concern and curiosity. An excited grin stretched across my face as I hurried to stand beside her, "At first Mother, it felt like nothing was going to happen and I started to lose hope not until the moon cast its warm glow on me and my insides suddenly became itchy.

The gentle light of the blue moon softly illuminated the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Stacy turned to the boys and said gently, “Now, lie down and close your eyes. Tomorrow will be a busy day; after all, we need to prepare the Halloween costumes, right?” The boys, despite their typical childhood energy, agreed and settled into their pillows. Stacy began telling a soothing story to help them relax, and soon the room was filled with dreams and promises of future adventures. The gentle glow of the blue moon continued to illuminate the space, accompanying the triplets as they fell asleep, embraced by the warmth of home and the care of their beloved babysitter, Stacy.

Umawang naman ang labi ni Mama. Nang tuluyan niyang naimulat ang mga mata ay tiningnan niya ang kabuuan ng kwarto. Kita ko ang takot sa mga mata niya ng bigla siyang bumangon at umatras. Lumipat ako sa kabilang kama at lumapit sa kanya. Umatras naman siya sa ginawa ko. "Do you remember me?" Umiling siya. "Ako ang nakapulot sayo sa kalsada. You remember?" Umiling siyang muli at lumipat ang tingin niya kila mama at Papa na marahan namang nakatingin sa kanya.

We slept in the same large, circular room, a third of it having floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking all of Crescent in its shining white glory. Rian was already fast asleep, so my mother returned to my bedside, kissing my forehead and whispering goodnight. I caught her hand. "Mama?" She turned, and with the night breeze stirring her hair, the few candles still alight dancing in the reflection of her blue eyes, I thought she could be the Moon Goddess. I loved her more than anything. "What is it, my love?" "I'm fifteen, Mom," I reminded her as if I didn't just two days ago. "Do I have to go to bed so early?"