Rumah Sakura Novels & Stories

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

I will have to make a stop at a certain shop but for now I better wear baggy clothes. I went outside and met George. He greeted me and asked how my health was. “I would like to plant a tree, where do you suggest is the best place?” I asked him. He scratched his head and then peered his eyes as he looked at me, “It depends on the tree you have in mind.” “I want to plant a cherry blossom.” His eyes shot up before they narrowed again, “The cherry blossom also known as the sakura or in its native name senbonzakura. Cherry blossoms are some beautiful and vibrant trees that symbolize the beauty and fragility of life.”

Ejima yawned widely, not bothering to cover her mouth. She rested her weight on the broom and allowed her bright gaze to wander through the place she now calls home. It was nothing close to the size of her husband's compound, and the dried leaves that carpeted the floor made her want to cuddle under her skin. Bloody cashew tree. She hissed and wiped the sweat drop that had strolled towards her eyelid. Leaning away from the broomstick, she continued with her chore, hoping to be done before the sun hangs on the centre of the earth.

"Now, shall we?" "We shall!" everyone chorused and they left. ******* At Mari's house, as soon as they stepped in, they were given drinks at the gate by waitresses. The Kimura family sure were wealthy and Mari was an only child, so they spoiled her rotten. They took their glasses and thanked the waitresses. "Her house sure is fine" Sakiko couldn't help but compliment the building. It was a huge house painted cream and blue, it had their family's business symbol in front. By the sides of the house were beautiful flowers of different kinds, forming various shapes.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

Somewhere with a new love story A beautiful rural place that contains various trees of different colors, from yellow, green, and even pink, known as sakura. And a calm river that flows from under a bridge with clear water and makes a gurgling sound because of the waters clashing with each other, making a sweet sound. And flat, plain land with high grass, which feels a bit ticklish in your feet if you enter it while you are barefoot. And that girl with deep black hair, who moved by calm breezes, and what distinguished him was that it contained a single white strand that shone from between her black hair strands.

The ground was warm, soft, and impossibly gentle beneath me, as if the garden itself welcomed me home. I hadn’t seen this part of the mansion before. Somehow, Azrik had transformed it into a moonlit sanctuary. Twinkling fairy lights danced between Yoshino Cherry trees, white roses bloomed in perfect rows, and a single Sakura tree spread its branches like a canopy of soft pink stars. In the center of it all stood a small round table set for two. Azrik took my hand again and led me toward it. He pulled out a chair and gently tucked me in before sitting across from me. The scene was quite simple, but breathtaking.

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.

[Rose] I bite my nails as I watch the snow falling down from the windows. The constant chatter of the neighbors disturbing me, while I sit up and make myself some hot chocolate I contemplate whether I could make it to the club or not, I bite my lip sitting over my couch and watching the TV. When a call was heard from the counter of my kitchen and I groan. How could I leave my phone over there? I quickly ran over to it and picked up the call from the house mom of the club.