Novel & Cerita How Old Was Sanemi When He Killed His Mom

“You asked why I never told you everything. Maybe I just didn’t know how. Or maybe… I didn’t think I deserved to.” Something in my chest shifted. I sat up a little straighter. “Okay,” I said. “Tell me.” He nodded once, like he was agreeing with himself more than me. Then he leaned back and let it out. “My mom was killed when I was thirteen,” he said. “Shot in our kitchen. Broad daylight.” I froze. “She wasn’t supposed to be there. My father had just made a deal with a rival crew. He thought it was clean. But someone broke it. Took her out to send a message.”

Although I did not know his face, the amount of pain I felt at that moment was unbearable. Once he reached the chief and everyone saw him, they gasped. Some woman cried out. She started to wail. The people around her tried to calm her down. They tried to hold her back, but she wouldn’t be calmed. She was trying to get to the young man. “That’s his mother.” Gamu told me. “It’s her only son. His name is Sona.” The woman was falling to the ground and screaming, crying, and fighting. I put my hands to the side of my face, I couldn’t believe they were going to kill him. What sin so big did this young man commit that deserved his life to compensate?

“And your mom…?” “She died when I was three. Right in front of me. She was stabbed.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop. “I just stood there. Useless. Screaming. Crying. I couldn’t save her. I didn’t even scream for help until it was too late.” Ken touched my hand gently. “Cris… you were just a kid.” “A dumb one. And weak. I still don’t remember who killed her… just the sound of her choking on blood.”

“Your parents that were murdered, you're saying I killed them?” She ignores me, “Tell me, Roman, how old were you 15 years ago?” I wasn't expecting that. “17” “That makes you 32 right now” I nod. “Yes” She shakes her head and turns to look at the sliding door. “What's going on?” “Fifteen years ago, my parents were killed by three men, they raped my mother right before my eyes, and do you want to know whose name was called?” Something tells me it is my name, but how?

He stretched and looked at me. “Pray tell me, how old do you think I was when my mate died?” He put a hand up to stop me from answering. “I had just completed. 15 full lunar moonns. She 14. My parents told me I was so lucky, to find her so early in life.” I said nothing in response. “You being a child when your parents dies doesn't move me to sympathy. I am not helping you for any reason. I want to kill her.”

said Mika. “It cant be, Its Phenyo!” said Sam The footage revealed everything that had happened including how Mr Phenyo, the man I respected, my mentor managed to kill my mother and abduct me on my wedding night. Sam screamed in pain, and as Mika tried to comfort him, his pain became worse. “What am I going to tell everyone? That I lost my wife! That I lost the only woman who knew how to make me feel whole inside?” “We need to organise a funeral,Lebo would have wanted a proper burial for her mother.” Mika suggested.

Sampson was a military personnel some years ago until he was given a death sentence because he killed his stepfather who was making life smell like shit for his mother. He returned home on one of his holidays to spend time with his mother but he, unfortunately, met his mother's lifeless body in a pool of blood.it was obvious she was stabbed and his stepfather drinking in the living room not far from where his mother's body was. At that faithful moment, he lost himself completely forgetting the law and vent all his grievances punching him until he was out of breath. He then tied the man to a chair and burned down the mansion carrying his mother's body in a bridal form in tears. His mother was

He needed to explain further, to give her time to accept the new fact, just like the first time when he found out about Siena. “I’m sorry if it sounds so… puzzling. Because I believe you have no idea who your father is all this time, Siena,” Carlo spoke in a soft voice. Getting no reaction from Siena, Carlo decided to continue his story, “His name is Stefano De Martini. Almost twenty five years ago, he, our Dad… went to Gotemba city for a gathering. There he met a woman named Sakura Mori. They both fell in love. But they had to parted. Dad returned here, heart-broken and never be able to forget your mother. He even decided not to marry another woman for his entire life. Dad adopted me as his

I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Everything was a mess. But one thing was clear—I had to talk to Marco. I had to know if any of this was true. I even started to question if his name was really Marcantonio Moretti. From what I remembered, my mother died when I was about nine or ten. Marco is maybe three or four years older than me, so he would’ve only been around twelve or thirteen at the time. How could a kid that young kill someone? “We’re here, ma’am,” one of them said as they took off my blindfold.

The world has changed considerably since then. Part of the reason I wanted to fight for Neema was because when my entire village had been massacred, my four year old son had died too. Neema bore an uncanny resemblance to David, my deceased son. The same golden locks and blue eyes. The first day he’d arrived at my office, I’d actually mistaken him for David. But that had been impossible. David was dead. He’ll never come back to me again.