Novel & Cerita Tante Mira

“You have very keen eyesight.” “And also the two waiters that you knocked out earlier?” Mira walked to the balcony. “You were right. I have very keen eyesight.” She looked at him again, letting her back to face the world. “I doubt this would be the last time you see you around, Clavier Hubert.” Mira spread her arms and leaned backward to leap of faith.

I miss Elena’s soup, her cookies, her hum when she cooked, singing for me, playing with me, and a lot more. I rubbed my eyes with my sleeves, but the tears didn’t stop. Cael!!! That voice. I turned my head, still sniffling, to Aunt Mira. She was standing in the archway, her hair braided back, the color of her ceremonial cloak deep like embers before dawn, she always looked like fire barely being held back, strong, beautiful, and wild. But right now, her expression softened the moment she saw me. Oh, no, no, no, she whispered, walking toward me quickly.