Novel & Cerita Novel Ayah Andrea Hirata

Yash had made her lay in his lap as He covered her with blankets, Shayra started putting a cold cloth on her head as she closed her eyes, feeling at ease with her father. Shayra smiled as she saw both of them curled up as Aahana’s fever lowered. Shayra kept her head on Yash's shoulder as she looked at them. Yash had slept talking to Aahana. It was three in the morning but Shayra could not sleep; she did not know if what she was doing was right; It was true she missed the life of an agent; serving her country was never her aim from the start but then when her parents died, it was the only thing that stayed constant in her life and then she lost Avinash.

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

“Aya was very beautiful. She was Japanese- American.” Dad gently taps me on my shoulder. ‘‘You should go home and get some sleep.” I shake my head. “I’m fine, Dad.” After an hour, I go out of the room to get some fresh air. The wind is blowing gently in the cold afternoon. I gaze at the hills across the street. My eyes focus on a figure of a woman standing near it. I can’t clearly see her face because she’s wearing big sunglasses and a black hat. She’s wearing a black ruffle dress as well. I try to focus my gaze. She looks quite familiar… Yuri Haruko?

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging