Novel & Cerita Maafkan Ayah Nak

My Dearest Ciara, I know that a million apologies can't suffice for the unfair treatment I have done to you. It was improper to leave you and your Mom. Even if I got the chance to explain everything to you, you wouldn't understand my reasons. I ain't a perfect father to you and far from being one because I'm covered with flaws and faults. I inflicted so much pain in your heart and I can't blame you for the hatred you possessed for me. I'm not expecting your forgiveness but I just want you to know that I feel very sorry for everything I have done.

my mother cooed like she was in a cheesy soap opera. I blinked. “I don’t have time for roleplay. Let’s cut to the chase. What. Do. You. Want?” “Aanya, we came to apologize,” Maria chimed in. “Mom and I—we’re sorry.” I laughed, but not the nice kind. “Save it. I’ve collected more apologies than loyalty points at a coffee shop. I’m good for life.” “That’s enough, Aanya,” my father snapped, all stern and dramatic like he was starring in Father Knows Best. “You’re being overly dramatic. You’re not a child. This is life—and you need to accept it. Whether you like it or not.”

"ya Sakinah please I need you right now, I have messed up, big time, real big..." "I came as soon as I could what did you mess up?" "Thank you, Yaya, for coming good afternoon." "Look, I don't care about your greeting why did you make me come." "I screwed up Yaya, I am ashamed and embarrassed for what I did." "Do not make me repeat myself what did you do?" Irfan was quiet. "There is no easy way to say this Yaya, but I have to say it anyway." "Say it already." ya Sakinah raved.

One particular evening, as the crackling fire cast dancing shadows on the walls, Mauris spoke up, his voice laced with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "Yara, I miss my father," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of grief. "There are moments when I wish he could be here, guiding us through parenthood."

My mind laughed at my thoughts. “Arohi, Beta, have water,” Mom’s voice broke my thoughts and my gaze fell upon the maid standing in front of me. I took the glass and gulped half of it. “Beta, what to say you? I don’t have words to ask for apologizing to you. What Anaya did, was very shameful for us, as we are her parents,” Dad apologized for the deed of Anaya, and I don’t think there is any fault of our parents. Everyone has their own thinking and desire, they do as per their desire.

My father looked at me with disapproval, and I apologized, "I am sorry, Dad." "It's alright. We will discuss this at home. Young lady, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us. If we had known about the child, we wouldn't have allowed you to go through all the hustle to raise him to this height. It's not a day job, and yet you went through it all." My father looked so somber as he spoke with Amaka. She looked downward and smiled bitterly. "I thank God I could overcome. I am fine now."

Wala na akong pagpipilian na iba, kung hindi ang harapin at tanggapin ang mga sasabihin nila sa akin. "I am not mad at you; I understand your reasons why you chose to leave rather than face it." Panimula ni papa, tsaka niya inabot ang kamay ko. Ramdam ko ang panlalamig noon. "But, you know, anak, I am hurt." Pag-amin pa niya. "I am your papa, and in that situation you should run to me. My arms are open to comfort you and help you heal in the best way I know, but you didn't. Instead, you chose to be away from us. Did I make you feel like you couldn't trust me? You can't count on me?" Napayuko na lang ako, ramdam ko ang hinanakit sa kanyang boses.

“I promise.” His father sat down on the chair beside the bed. “Daddy is also trying to find Mommy.” Ghani fell silent. His eyes lowered. “Daddy has to succeed.” “Of course,” his father replied gently. “Why are you saying that?” Ghani gripped the blanket. “I regret it, Daddy.” “Regret?” his father repeated. “Yes,” Ghani said softly. “I was often naughty. I often made Mommy sad. If Mommy comes back, I want to apologize.”

V I took a deep breath and started my heartfelt declarations and sincere confession. Bismillah, I began. Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu dear family. Na'am. Today, Alhamdulillah am grateful to have you all around especially Abu. I couldn't help but get up and embrace him. I missed his fatherly presence. I have missed you so much baba. Jazakillahu kheir for coming on such short notice.

Shifting awkwardly in place. Before I can question him, the door opens on the other side of the room, and my father walks in. My heart drops as I see his face. I’m guessing he has not slept at all. I sprint to his side, jumping in his arms. “Papa, dit is mijn schuld, het spijt me zo. Vergeef me alsjeblieft.” (Daddy, this is my fault. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.) I plead to him. I bring myself down, looking into my father’s eyes. “Alsjeblieft vader, praat met me. Ik weet wie dit heeft gedaan en ik zal haar laten betalen, zelfs als dat betekent dat ik terug moet naar België.” (Please father, talk to me. I know who did this, and I will make her pay, even if that means going back to Belgium