Abba Mamma Mia Words Novels & Stories

" Elena shrieked but was still dragged away by my Soldato. After dealing with them, I turned to my so-called father. He was still pinned under Camilla's foot, writhing in pain. "Bring him here," I ordered. Another Soldato hauled him before me. He kept his head down, not daring to look at me. "Isabella, I am your father. You can't kill me." "Father?" I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face. "Are you even worthy of being called a father? You married Mom for money and then teamed up with Elena to drive her to death and abuse Ettore and me.

She gently placed her hands over Maa's. "Bas." Her voice was emotional as if she was about to cry. (Translation: That's it.) "Jo ho gaya... woh ho gaya." Both parents looked at her. (Translation: What's done is done.) "Beta---" Maa started but she shook her head in denial. (Translation: Dear---) "Hum aapse naraz nahi hain." Her voice was soft. (Translation: I'm not angry with you.) "Humne bahut kuch hua hai... lekin ab hum aur peeche nahi jaana chahte." She looked at both of them.

she spoke softly “Tama, I hope you’re not bothering grand ma and grand pa, and you’re being a nice lovely girl.” “Tama is a nice girl Mommy, she being good to gramma and grampa.” Mahira coddled on for some more time with Tama, nothing in this whole world could ease her troubled heart as the voice of her little angel. “Ok baby, Mommy has to go now, Ill come and see you tomorrow, be good to grand ma and pa, I love you. I love you lots, I love you tons and I love you infinitely.”

Fatima said and before Jubayer could say something, Piya spoke up. " No, Ammi ( Mother) , Baba ( father) is not maing ( making) you ful ( fool). He alredy ( already) called you ful ( fool) today's morning and Amni ( mother) and Baba ( father) agin ( again) beke ( broke) your fovurate ( favourite) vas ( vase), " Piya told us in her cute tone and Jubayer eyes became wide and I bit my lip for controlling my laugh but Jiya broke out laughing but her laughing stopped as soon as Fatima looked at her angrily...

Kikka blinked, entirely taken aback by Cleo's unapologetic, head-on response. "Okay, everyone, heads down for grace," Mamma announced loudly, clapping her hands together to cut through the lingering hostility. "Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful, bountiful feast prepared by my beautiful, talented wife. Please bless this food, bless this house, and bless everyone gathered around this table today. Amen," Babbo recited in his deep, rumbling baritone. A disjointed chorus of "Amens" echoed around the bright room, and everyone eagerly began to tuck into the massive spread.

I cried, burying my neck into my sister's gown, clutching at it as hard as I could, with the thought of never letting go. She yanked my hand off, shaking me violently." Aria! This is not the time to act like a freaking baby. Get in the fucking hideout right now." She sternly told me. "Where's Babbo?- where's father?" "GIA! Dov'e Mio figilo?- Gia! Where is my child?"I heard my mother's voice from behind. "Mamma!" I ran to her, pulling her floral patterned dress with my small hands, she bent down to match my height and caressed my cheeks, pecking them. "Mio figilo- My child."

"Take this back pack and follow the instructions written in the book inside. Don't make any mistakes baby. Do you understand?" I nod. "I love you, my pumpkin. . ." Tears roll down her face. "I love you mamá." Another tear makes its way down her beautiful face. "Ti amo piccola." she chokes. A kiss on my cheek. My body trembles in terror. "Ti amo mamá." My mother chokes out a sob when she begins showering my face with kisses. "Ti amo piccola." A kiss. "Ti amo piccola." Another. "Ti amo piccola."

I just loved the good family environment. " No Mamu, my mom is a good cook. Don't make fun of her. " Bill said defensively. " Hey, what was that, Mamu?? You called me that? " Rob asked and bhaiya and I smiled. " Yes!! Mamu is a cute short form of Mamaji, which means Maternal uncle." I said. " I like this word, call me that from now, it is kind of cute. " He smiled. " Ok Mamu, but don't make fun of my mom's cooking. Though our dad seems to be a better one, I loved the Halwa made by him. " Bill said and bhaiya looked very happy. Bhaiya hugged him immediately and grinned.

Her gaze settled on the voicemail her mother had left that morning. It was the most recent one, and hesitation mingled with apprehension as she clicked on it. As the voicemail played, her mother's voice resonated through the room, carrying a strong sense of concern and longing, accentuated by her Italian accent. "Cami, è mamma (Camilla, it's Mom)," Alessia said.

that's Abba's voice "Wa-alaikum salam(peace be upon you too)"dad come in "Aren't you asleep yet?" 'Yes Abba I'm not,but why did you knock when you could have just entered" "Never mind me,so?" "So?" I whine "Ibrahim I thought we'll both talk to her as her parents " Mom barged in "Umma!" I exclaim 'Yes favorite sugar pie" I roll my eyes at her response,that what she usually call me when ever she want to tease me