Kenapa Aku Gk Punya Ayang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

‘Because baby, this world is nothing without you. ‘I love you Der….’ The memory came to a close once more as Anya began to tear up. Every time it would end before she could find out his name. Every memory of him she was facing away. Why was the world so cruel? She couldn’t have children and now, the man that loved her unconditionally she couldn’t see who it was. She hated it, she wanted something. Anything to be happy though she knew, happiness wasn’t given. You have to work to get it.

my father said calmly even though I know he wanted to burst out his anger right now. " Hell no! " I shouted with pure hostility in my voice. " Hindi ako pupunta Papa! Do you hear me? Hindi ko matatanggap ang babae na yan bilang nanay ko. For goodness, malay ba natin kung pineperahan ka lang niyan at iiwan ka rin. Ayoko ng bagong Mama isa lang ang Mama ko siya lang wala ng iba! " for the first time in my life I will lash out. Sasabihin ko lahat ng gusto ko sabihin. Yung lahat ng galit ko, kung paano niya kami pinabayaan dahil malungkot siya. Yes he's still providing money for us pero sometimes we just need a family. Who will say to us that everything will be gonna alright because we're not a

"You don't scare, hurt, or push away the people you truly need. You live for them, you love them, you want to see them happy, You care for them." Frustration etched across his face, Aeron's voice cracked with anger and pain. "I'm sorry if I don't know how to care or love. I grew up with a father who killed his wife for power, never showing me any love or care. Now I'm paying the price for something I know nothing about. So forgive me if I don't know what love is," he confessed, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Coupled with the anger of her stepfather, who was sometimes rude to her. "Isn't there even a little curiosity in your heart about my presence? I do know that I am not the child whose birth was expected. In the past, I wanted once in my life to be able to call my father and get a warm hug from him. Now, I don't care anymore, because without a Father I could be who I am now."

But it was getting more and more difficult and unbearable. Sniffling repeatedly and doing her best to wipe the insistent tears that were falling down her cheeks, the girl finally manages to answer. "I'm here." "What happened? Why are you crying?" Emanuele scrunches her face. "Because I don't have a father, Amanda." "What? What do you mean, everyone has a father." "Yes, but I don't know who it is, and apparently even motherhood doesn't know. My father is unknown. I don't even know if he was present the day I was born."

He seemed to take a deep breath. "Ever since I was little, my life has been quite happy. There are my grandfather and mother, who love me so much and pamper me. I'm grateful to have them in my life. They always give me whatever I need," said Angela. "But that man, the man who has the status of my father, has been cold to me since I was little. He always doesn't think I exist. He always ignores me. Sometimes I think maybe he's not my biological father," Angela exclaimed, shrugging her shoulders. "When I was 8 years old, my grandfather died because of an illness. I lost the father figure that Grandpa gave me."

What's wrong, sweetheart? Duh, Gadis, who has a naturally mellow heart, couldn't bear it, and lovingly called her 'Sis', which means Maya really treated Gadis like a firstborn child who also needed support, making her unable to hold back her tears. Before she could even speak, she had already burst into tears. A mixture of unpleasant feelings had piled up in her chest. Memories of conversations and meetings with Angga's parents. And Angga's remarks which, according to Gadis, had already begun to be excessive but she was powerless.

My heart beats a little harder, and slowly, my smile wilts just as my whole expression turns serious. A family. Am I feeling guilty after all this time? Angelee had no one but her mother when she was growing up. Even her father was absent during her childhood, although it wasn’t his fault. It’s only natural that she seeks and envies a big family... I feel pain pierce my chest, and my fingers curl over Angelee’s soft skin. My eyes return to my hand, to her belly, making me frighteningly aware that there’s my child there... I’m really going to be a father.

Apne Bhai ko bohat pyar Dena, mjhe pata hai k mere pass zyada time nahi hai or tumhari ammi bhi tumhe chorr ker Chali gayi hain beta, lekin Meri Jan kabhi kisi ko dukh mat pohnchana, Mjhe pata hai Meri beti bohat achi hai is liye beta kabhi Allah per se bharosa mat uthana, sirf Allah se mangna, kisi ke aage na jhukna, Azaan ko achi tarbiyat Dena, hamesha khush rehna--'

"NO!!!! Please, please I beg you in the name of God! Bring back my babies to me! How could this have happened?! How is it even possible for me to loose them? How could I have lost my two precious gem?!." "Why? Why?! Just why?! What have I done? Whom have I offended that feels like this is what to repay me with? I've never hurt anyone so, why can't I also just be happy for once?! I never did anything wrong, right?! I've always make sure to make everyone happy, then, why me? Why my children? They were.... They were so innocent, they don't know anything. They were too tiny, small and beautiful innocent souls, then, why are they taken away from me? Please, please I beg you, bring back my bab