Lahat ng Kabanata ng Gn 001 book-00074: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Kinanthi — Mrs. Naya watered the flowers in her garden. Every cycle of time is a precious thread waiting for the beauty of flowers. Nothing but for her son, Naya. Her husband, Alan, hasn't brought her fertilizer for more than a week. Kinanthi was amazed and worried at the same time.The peak of his anxiety was when that Saturday night became a witness. Kinanthi had been suspicious since early morning. The plant of red roses, his favorite, had suddenly faded away. Even lost from the plant. He also rushed to ask Alan.“Do you know how long I planted that red rose in my heart, dear? But you just took it? In fact, where did you take the plant at once?” sobs flowed from the tail of his eyes.“I don't know, Kinanthi. Maybe you forgot to plant it,” said Alan.“No need to expect any more flowers. Plants are almost crumbled. No longer left, after you don't have the heart to bring fertilizer for him. In fact, pulling the root

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      One could saunter idly down the terraced road with the chilly and misty atmosphere welcoming bumps on one's arms. One could settle down on  a pavement and pensively watch the sun sets, appearing from its harbour with golden rays. One could rather stir about with awe having seen spindly trees sway like ballerinas in a ballet performance with dropping birches and boughs as one stamp and crumple the dried leaves laying idly on the floor, One could trail off the street and peer at the black birds loitering in the sky and the ones on electric poles with chirpy noises and pointed beaks like nails. One could stride across the lawn, feasting a glance on trimmed grasses with sunflowers and daffodils within - spead out like a little bed laid for a kid to rest on. One could edge forth and wade one's legs in a bid to feel the misty meadows between one's toes. One could settle down on a furry cushion, a cup of coffee clenched in the right palm and blanket encovering one

My father quickly ran to the other side of the car while bullet scattered every where, he took out a metal stick from a hole beside him, he sneakily ran off to one of the killer and shot a bullet onto his head.                       He picked up the AK47 that fell to the ground and went back to the back of the car where he hid, the next thing I heard was loud machines and AK47 guns scattering bullets everywhere.I heard it very loudly because my father was close to me, after some minutes the noise stopped, I was already scared thinking they had killed my father.I peeled through the car hole and saw my Dad with lots of his enemy's blood on his body. He went to one of the guy's dead body that took his car key, he bent down and reached to it.There was a guy that was half dead on the floor, he took one of the gu

IKHLAS POVOn a faithful Thursday evening, I was with Haneefah in her home sipping lemonade and gisting about school stuff, lecturer crushes, wicked lecturers and other girlie fantasies when I heard a melodious Salam with a sweet scent of black oud, which made me raise my head to see a very beautiful creature of Allah.He has an average height with caramel dark skin and a little bit of plump lips, Don't mind my perverted self. I quickly averted my gaze and concentrated on my phone before he catches me practically checking him out. Wow !!! Who is this Angel was all i kept saying in my mind."Yaya Haneef sannu da zuwa ( welcome bro Haneef)" Haneefah said. Greeting him.Wow his name is Haneef, nice name."Ya su mummy da daddy ( thanks, how is Mom and Dad)" she asked.