Novel & Cerita The Bird That Drinks Tears

“Why did they talk calmly, and their voice softened after they trembled?” “Did you do something, Soheila?” Hector asked with his serious tone. His brows furrowed when he went beside Zachary. Hector was holding the tiny red bird in his arms. The tiny red bird unexpectedly did not cry when its biological parent was away. It was also innocently looking at Soheila with its big round black eyes. “Me too, I'm happy that I got a spirit beast, but I'm confused.” Sirene squatted down beside Soheila with the tiny blue bird in her hands. Same as the tiny red bird, it was also looking at Soheila.

There we found the bird that had been crying. It was a white cuckoo bird. It was in its cage now and the moment it saw us, it laid on its side. Professor Derrick noticed it and went straight to its cage. "It needs water." He said as he looked around. "Pass me that table water on the floor beside you." I looked down and I saw it. Quickly, I picked it up and went over to hand it to him. Next as he took it, Professor Derrick started opening the cage. "I thought we're not touching anything?" I asked him.

said Ken, and it surprised me to see him cry. “Thank you so much, Ms. Scarlett; however, I will look after this until the day I die.” he wiped away his tears. I frowned because I couldn't understand anything he said, and from what I heard… He seems to say farewell… Ken was no longer in his seat as I looked at him, and I had just seen him get into a taxi. I clutched my chest because I was nervous. Nothing bad is going to happen to him, right? He will do nothing he knows will cause him harm. I shook my head and slapped my cheek to wake myself up; well, maybe I was just tired.

“Our eyes can be damaged.” Quan ran to the window to see something, then seconds later returned to her father's side. “Look, our neighbors saw the eclipse too!” Quan whined. “They carry a tub filled with water and wear strange glasses.” Suddenly Gan approached and sat in one of the other chairs. He put the book he had read on the table. “They just act brave, little sister,” Gan said softly. “Long time ago, someone saw a solar eclipse directly and you know what happened after that?”

Something hot. Tears.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

"Wanna sit on the swing while we eat?" I nodded and smiled around my cup. "Sounds perfect." We ate mostly in companionable silence as we watched the birds dance around the trees. Along the power lines sat three bluejays, one sitting slightly further away than the other two. Almost as if it were ostracized from his mates. My heart fell a little at the sight. The lone bird held both a meaning for me and a message. "Liz?" "Hm?" "You know when Mykel is coming home?"

He only stared at me. “I’m sorry, I—I just can't stop crying,” I told him. He tucked my hair behind my ears. He then wiped my tears. “A gorgeous lady... who dared to make you cry?” He asked. I was silent and looked at him. “It was the king,” I answered him as my voice cracked. His forehead knotted while looking at me, and I could see how confused he was right now. “What did that king do to you? Tell me.” He held my hand while I hesitated, unsure whether to tell him about it or not.

Whenever my husband catches me in one of my low moments, pausing mid-meal with tears silently rolling down my cheeks, he always says to me: “Honey, why do you weep for something that will happen at the right time? Why don’t you eat? Why are you so sad? Aren’t I better to you than five sons and daughters?” His words always reassure me of his love, but they don’t stop the tears when I’m alone in the bathroom, staring at the single line on the strip. No pregnancy. The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that I still get my period. It gives me a glimmer of hope.