Wayan造句

I don't want to tell Wayan about it, not until all the money has been raised.

Wayan laughed and kissed her daughter, all the sadness about the divorce suddenly gone from her face.

To get Tutti back, Wayan had to hire a lawyer, whom she paid with every single thing she had.

Wayan rolled her eyes, like Yeah, right, whatever you claim, you big white weirdo, and said, "That's because you have bad memory problem."

I limped into the shop with my sore knee and introduced myself to Wayan the healer-a strikingly attractive Balinese woman with a wide smile and shiny black hair down to her waist.

I don't know whether he's referring to her or me. But he opens a bottle of wine and we raise a toast to our dear friend Wayan the Balinese landowner.