Novel & Cerita Kenapa Aku Gk Punya Ayang

All my frustration and anger at myself. “My daughter thinks I don’t want her. She cried so bad, asking over and over again if I was her daddy, Grandpa. How do you think that makes me feel? She wouldn’t even let me leave…for fear that I wouldn’t come back! What kind of father does that make me, huh? I can’t even be there for my own flesh and blood; I didn’t even know they existed. I didn’t their mom was pregnant, I didn’t look for her enough, I didn’t try to find out about her affairs when she came back, I didn’t try enough to confirm if the kid she said she had was actually mine! I’m so useless.”

The realization hit me hard: I was alone. I had walked this path for years, and while I had forged friendships that became my family, the absence of my mother was a wound that never fully healed. She was the one I longed to share this day with, the one whose pride I craved. Instead, I was surrounded by the joyous reunions of others. Kieran, Jace, and Nara stood nearby, their faces lit up with excitement as they embraced their families. A pang of envy twisted in my gut, but I pushed it down. I was grateful for my friends, my chosen family, but this day served as a harsh reminder of what I lacked.

She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to comfort him. Tommy looked up at his mother with those innocent, curious eyes. "Mommy, why d-don't I have a daddy like my f-friends at school? Where is he? Why is he always not around?” Amaya gently brushed a strand of hair away from Tommy's face, her voice soft and reassuring. "Oh, sweetheart, I know it's natural to wonder about your daddy. But he is always busy. He was a very special person, and he loved you very much. But sometimes, life doesn't go as we plan."

Evan had never told her she liked pink. "Mama never talked about you." Angela has always wanted a dad, and when she asked why she didn't have a Dad like the rest of the kids, her mother would always fall in silence with a cheerless smile. So she stopped asking about him, not wanting to make her Mama sad anymore. "Then...what about that man your Mom is dating?" Halton asked, recalling their spiteful encounter. "Uncle Rob? I don't like him at all." Angela grimaced.

I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love. Everyone think that my life is perfect but it’s actually not. I live a luxury life, I can get everything that I want. But I never get the love that I want. “Ayla,ija?” I looked at the girl who called me, she’s wearing a maids attire, it’s manang lordes. I smiled at her and asked ‘why’ “ I’ve been looking for you. Come inside to eat, you haven’t eaten yet.” I looked at her full of happiness, Although I don’t know the feeling of parental love, But I’m happy that Manang is here to make me feel loved.

I can't count because I don't remember much. "Do you want to be the child? What do you want us to change positions?" I raised an eyebrow at him. We have an assistant here who is the same age as me. "You're lucky because you still have a dad, ma'am Vee, so don't treat him like that. Not everyone grows up with a parent by their side--" I didn't let him finish what he was going to say. "Why is it my fault if you don't have a father? Why are you jealous of me? what is there for me to be jealous of?! Because I have a daddy? What's so special about that??"

Ayokong isipin na kung bakit palaging wala si papa sa bahay ay dahil nasa kanila siya. Bakit halos lahat nalang ng bagay na gusto ko nasa kanya? "Cheska" napatingin ako sa kanya dahil sa pag tawag niya sa pangalan ko parang gusto kong takpan ang tenga ko wag lang marinig ang boses niya mas maganda narin kung hindi ko siya nakikita

Why does she have to yearn for something that I can not give? “It has been only you and Mom Julie.” She speaks again. That is because we are the only ones that she needs. Aren’t we enough? And as if to torment me further, she adds again. “Where is my daddy, mommy?” I swallow hard at that, and I think my tongue went down my throat with the nothingness I was swallowing. My face is heating up at the remembrance of that jerkwhore. What’s more baffling is that Angel is staring at me with expectations, awaiting for my response about the whereabouts of her daddy.

"Then why don't you go back to him? I want to be with my father and you... like a real family” I felt my heart break at my little angel's request. He is not the type to make this kind of speech. He is always cold and distant, he is an independent child who prefers to carry out his activities away from others without having to disturb them. But today my son and I had such a serious discussion regarding his father, his big innocent eyes asked me why I can't give him a normal family…but I can't. ** I can't...** " But why ?"

The only thing he could say was this. Audrey did not blame him, but instead cried and begged, "Blake, Aunty has lived for most of her life, what is there to not understand? As a man, you want to have a normal family, you want to have a child of your own, and that's within reason, but Angie can't give it to you. I won't force anything, I just hope that you don't give up on Angie, you and I both know in our hearts that you are the only one for her now, if even you give up on her, then she won't be able to continue living, and this kind of thing will still happen again."