Novel & Cerita Komik Keluarga Amira

She had gotten both scars seven years back but no one ever spoke of the incidents. Amirah dressed in black big pants and a grey shirt, she tied a veil over her hair and went out of her room, Hajiya Lolo's voice revertebrated as she screamed praises to Allah, Amirah wondered what it was all about as she hurriedly went out through the main entrance to see Hajiya hugging the life out of her first grandchild, five years old Amana. From the corner of her eyes, Amirah saw Aunty amarya, the second wife peep out through the door most definitely to know what the commotion was about, then she returned back to her house, a two bedroom built solely for her.

Then what was Amira? A lie?

He smirked and went down the hall. “Papa, can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?” Amira asked, closing her coloring book. “Not tonight, sweetie. Daddy and I need to have a grown-up talk.” “But Daddy said I could…” she pouted. “And I said no. Go put your toys away so I can get you ready for bed.” “But Daddy—” she started again, lip trembling. “Amira,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Please don’t start crying. Just pick up your toys, okay?”

I replied. She peeked into the other paper bags and checked the rest of the items in the carton. I regretted not taking them home earlier. After we had put away all my purchases, I invited Amira to eat. I let her order her food. I couldn't help but smile while eating. She was enjoyable to be with, and her genuineness was apparent. Love Rein was always on her mind, which she kept mentioning until we finished eating. Amira shared with me that she was an orphan. She had siblings but they already had their own families. Her parents passed away when she was still young. Tita Marry acted as her guardian as she grew up and started working.

CJ wants Amira to be family some day? Wow! "Well, nice to meet you, Cedric. I'm Amira and this is my home, welcome." Amira is being really nice and warm towards CJ. I know Amira. She doesn't act like this with strangers. She must have been fascinated with CJ. "What will you have? Coffee? Juice?" "Nothing, really." "I insist." CJ sighs. "Fine. Coffee will do." And now, CJ is stirring some sugar into the coffee Amira just made him.

Bruce and Miguel excitedly say. Amira chuckles. "I am not a mermaid.” Disappointment draws on the kids' faces. "What are you then?" the same girl asks, scrutinizing Amira with her wide-set, gray eyes. "I—I," Amira stutters as she finds it hard to say what she really is. "I am a mortal just like you, what else should I be?" The kids ague as Liza the eldest among them insists that Amira shouldn't come with them. But with the votes of three over one, Liza has no choice but to give up her arguments.

"Pat, I still don't know what should I do. After this, we will be barely meet. I am afraid. " "Do you want to go back to your family? You're real family. " Amira stops for awhile. She felt her heart longing for her family. Not the family she knew here but the family who took care of her and grew up with her. "I know you kinda missing them. Even though you think your family here is much better but I know you're missing them to the core. Listen to what you're heart says. When it talks about Zeke, I know you can find someone better than him. " Amira's ears flipped upon hearing those.

What were Amira's dreams all about? Who is Princess Amira?

“I still remember, before, I begged for a few weeks for something to eat! Hahaha. I don't have a place to stay because only my parents I had then.” “Y -you don't have aunts? Eh, other relatives?” Amira nodded in response. “They are the only family members that I have. My mom is an only child, so was my papa.” “Eh, how did you meet Sir George?” Amira laughed softly. “Boss gave me blankets and clothes. He gave me light during the times when my world was dark.”