Isagi X Bachira Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to give Isagani any hint that I wasn’t fond of his friend. “Thomas, this is Reya,” Isagani continued. “She’s a tourist, too… right?” I nodded, returning his smile. As we waited for the food, Isagani kept the conversation light and flowing—asking about where I’d been so far, if I’d tried the island tour, and what I thought of their bistro. Thomas, to my relief, stayed quiet most of the time. It was almost like he wasn’t even there. But then… “I hope you don’t mind me asking, Reya,” Isagani said with a small laugh. “I’m a little curious. What brings you to the island?”

Maya maya pay naramdaman ko ang pag hila sakin ni febb "Teka nga sino ka ba bakit bigla bigla ka nalang nang yayakap kilala mo ba ito cheska naku ikaw ha wag mong sabihing boyfriend mo ang gwapong lalaking to hindi kayo bagay mas bagay kami." minsan ay kay sarap sapakin ng babaeng to. "Excuse" "Yes darling" putang----ina---mo--febby. "I'm Sherwin Garcia and you are." natatawang sabi nito.

Tony said seriously like he was predicting the future before Kisha and Brian drew closer. Kisha hugged her mom and dad, and then greeted Abigail and Tony politely. When she turned to leave, Isaac called behind her. "We need to talk, Kisha." Brian sat on a luxury chair beside his mum on the patio and continued to watch Kisha dazedly. What changed a chicken into a tiger? He couldn't decipher. "I'm tired dad, can it wait?" Kisha asked pleadingly. "No," Isaac responded firmly. Kisha resigned and slumped into a chair near her mum so she was facing Abigail and Brian. "Fine, what's the matter?" She asked in an indifferent tone.

Rashid Chacha chuckled slowly, much to her annoyance. "Arre Baba!! Chandni Bitiya ka gussa ab kaise kam hoga ? (How can we calm Chandni, now that she is so angry?) I know!! Let's go and eat your favourite Baraf ka Gola# " (# Coloured and Flavoured Crushed Ice on sticks, sold by small vendors near beaches and streets)

Mrs Habiba said in tears "Please get hold of your self Gogo Ramatu, I know how you feel but know that Allah loves her more than we do that's why he have taken her away from us. So please try and do this for her for the last time" Hajiya Kaltumi said tears streaming down her face. With difficulty Gogo Ramatu bathed Aisha for the last with her shaking hands and trembling lips. Gogo Ramatu couldn't believe she bathed her daughter first instead of the other way round, she never in her wildest dreams thought she would bath Aisha rather Aisha will bath her for the last. But what Allah have in store for them is different.

he said casually. Trisha nearly choked on her tea. “Hunting? With real weapons?” Igor raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hunt with stones?” Pascha burst into laughter, while Trisha shot Igor a glare. “I’m not a hunter!” she protested. “Good. You’ll be the bait,” Igor replied flatly. I chuckled, while Trisha pouted in annoyance. “You guys are cruel.” Igor just gave a faint smile, raising his cup before finishing it off. “Welcome to Siberia, Trishenka.”

“Now let me give you something back.” He didn’t respond right away. Just sat back in the old swing he’d repaired himself, watching the fields swaying in the wind. That night, he didn’t argue when Simon handed him the first set of documents. Marisa, his second wife, took the news quietly, in the way of women who had lived through more than people realized. Her voice was soft but steady when she said, “If it means they grow somewhere safe, I’ll pack tomorrow.” Isagani was ready before anyone else. The idea of a future beyond the horizon lit something in him that had always burned a little too bright for a small village. He said yes before Simon even finished the question.

Chima grabbed one kola nut, removed its shell, threw it away and chewed it slowly. "If Osinala was not a wealthy man, I know Obisike would not use his name as a means of defence when he is insulted, " Chima said and spat the kola nut he had just chewed on the ground. "If I had a son like Obisike who would be using my name to boast, I would definitely be proud of him but it is just my opinion about this matter and it really doesn't matter since he is not my son. Only if the gods had blessed me with wealth the same way they had blessed Osinala, I would have showed this whole village how a rich man should be treated."

Right? RANVIJAY:(Meeting the shocked gazes of Rashi)... yah... you got me... now if you please let me introduce you officially to your bhabhi... GIRL: No need... I myself can do the honors... Hi bhabhi I am Ishita ... you can call me Ishi just like bhai ... and I am your one and only Nanad (Husband's sister)... RASHI: Hi Ishita ... I am Rashi... it's really nice to meet you... (Patting her cheeks) you are really adorable...

“I'm not hungry.” “O ma ka na nne gi esiri ya (Is it because your mother didn't cook it)?” “I'm just not hungry.” “O buru na m na asu Igbo, i na za m n'asusu bekee, okwa ya (So if I speak in Igbo, you answer me in English, right)?” “Agụụ na-agụ m (I'm not hungry),” Isabelle corrected herself and picked up her plate to take to the kitchen.