Novel Ayah Andrea Hirata の小説・ストーリー

I said through gritted teeth and walked away from him. I could feel the judgmental stares of the people around us, but I didn’t care. I was in a daze as I boarded a jeepney home. It was a miracle I made it back without completely losing my way; otherwise, I might have ended up at the far end of the Philippines in my confusion. “Oh, Hira, what happened?” Ayane asked with concern as she applied makeup to her face. She was getting ready for another night out, dressed in a cropped satin top and black leather pants.

“ We haven’t officially met before . My name is Ayla . I am your son’s wife . “ said Ayla . The madam looked at her confused then looked at her phone . She opened the photo Aron had sent her before of Ayla and she nodded her head . “ Aron did sent em a photo of you back when he said that he would be married to you but we haven’t officially met each other . I am Aron’s mother . My name is Ariana and the one who is in the bed is my husband . His name is Andrea . “ said madam Ariana with a calm tone . Ayla noticed from her eyes that she was weak . She looked beautiful but at the same time she gave the impression of a princess trapped in a cage . She looked hopeless and empty with a dejected exp

So he always has a higher attitude than any other in that school. Ayah Richards, the beloved daughter of Mr. Nat Richards, President of Ayah Corporation. She was a girl who can make everyone jealous with her beauty and elegance. She's a girl with an attitude equal to her beauty. Ayah wants to continue her high school in New York City because she loves NY a lot more than Los Angeles. Though she was living in LA she often dreamt of moving to NY. Then she convinced her father by his condition of getting high marks. So she studied hard to achieve her goal of studying in NY.

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

Moments that mattered. "He wrote me a letter." "He couldn't say it yet. You know how he is." Catherine stood, kissed the top of her head. "I'll leave you with it. Call me after you read it." She left. The house went quiet again. Ayana sat on the couch with the letter and the jollof rice and the rain against the windows and the particular weight of a family learning, slowly and painfully, how to bend without breaking. She hasn't opened the letter yet.

"Mama, how could Arfaat stoop this low? How could he do something as terrible as this? How could he mama? How could he???" _”Yi shiru hakanan_ (keep quite please), akwai Allah(there's God), let’s just pray she's not pregnant" Said Hajiya Azumi. "Preg what? That can't b.......". His voice trailed off as he heard Arfaat's voice saying the sallamah. Alhaji Abbas freed himself from his mum's grip and went straight to Arfaat who is trying to come into the living room. Out of nowhere, Arfaat could feel a hand chock-full of energy and pain all over his face.

Amy was out there somewhere, and I was determined to find her and bring her back into the safety of our waiting arms. My eyes had just taken a short break from the constant screen time when they started to get a bit blurry. I blinked to clear my vision but thought it was just because my eyes were tired. After trying to find out about all the locations that I could get my hands on, I still felt clueless. I suddenly remembered the cryptic message that Aria had handed me. I knew I had to call one my father's assistants. This one particular assistant is a certified translator, who knows a lot of languages that I had not even known before. He could help translate the weird messages we found. It s

Aya****" Aya rode the night bus this time, after what had happened to her the other night, she had decided to play it safe, it was hard working two jobs and living undercover as a journalist. Her mind wandered back to that scary night, when she and her best friend Natalie had been on a case, that would have been the case that would have changed their lives but instead It had taken Natalie's life and forced Aya to live in hiding. She knew she was wanted, the head quarters had granted her asylum, they had sent her here to hide in the rush of new york, and work two jobs. The bus pulled up in her bus stop and she quickly hurried down. * It was another endlessly boring night at the dental clinic.

Dina nodded. “Something she won’t walk out of looking so innocent,” Ayah added, her voice sharpening. “We’ll find her weakness and exploit it.” “She’s all weakness,” Sheira said with a scoff. “We just have to choose the juiciest one.” As Ayah slipped on her heels, she caught her own reflection in the mirror…perfect makeup, freshly changed, with rage still glowing beneath her skin. But this time, it wasn’t chaos. It was calculation. The music outside shifted again. The crowd was still unaware that war was being declared behind velvet doors.

God, why bring such a man my way? Do I really need Holy Mary? ____________End of Ayana’s POV____________