Novel & Cerita Amaya Jiwe

Two years ago. Of course, her own people. "Amaya," Sasha said. Amaya means 'night rain'. "Then from now on, I shall be known as Amaya until death," Amaya said and Sasha faintly smiled at her. "Have some more," Sasha said and filled her plate with more food because she looked like she had been starving for years. Little did Sasha know, the bond she wanted to make with this young girl would prevail only with her disaster.

Just the way our experiences and awareness makes us see it. 41: Ayame - The Threads We Sew

Arya asks for Amaya's smile to fade. “Yep…. he was 10, "Amaya said for Arrya to smile. “Have you told your mother about the baby?" Arrya asked for Amaya to sigh "Not yet Ar... she's the type of person that cares about what the society says. But I told grandma" Amaya said for Arrya to look at her with "what did she say" kind of look. " she was a little bit angry but she told me to keep it." Amaya said bitting her inner cheeks.

Amaya blinked rapidly and shook her head, trying to compose herself. Why was she even paying attention to this? Why did it matter that Tiana was getting close to him? “Amaya,” Zara said, pulling her back to reality. “You okay?” “Yeah,” Amaya replied too quickly. “I’m fine. Why?” Zara gave her a curious look. “You’re staring.” Amaya’s cheeks warmed, and she looked away sharply. “I wasn’t. I was just… observing.” “Observing,” Zara repeated with a little laugh. “Right. Sure.”