Aku Mau Abang Novels & Stories

embrace. Maureen looked everywhere, anyway other than at the two old people who seemed to have forgotten the place. Then, her hand on the table was grasped by Angga. The smile and wink that appeared showed that the man was no longer awkward with the atmosphere that was too fluid. "Wait a minute," Abra interrupted, watching the young adults in front of him spontaneously release their grip on each other. Her question was directed at Angga, "Are you a doctor or a new doctor-to-be? From which hospital?"

But now there was something different—maybe it was me who was different. “Hi, Mom!” I smiled and bent down, extending my arms. He hesitated, as if trying to decide whether to accept the hug. “Hi, sweetheart.” He looked over my shoulder and asked, “Where's Aunt Maura? She said she was going to teach me how to make pancakes like hers.” I felt my stomach churn, but I kept smiling. “She went upstairs. She must be tired.” Tiago then approached the sofa and sat down next to Valentina, speaking with the cruel spontaneity of children. “Aunt Maura is the best, you know? She lets me eat whatever I want. And her stories are cooler than yours, Mom.”

I hurriedly got down from car. When ma opened the door. I hugged her tightly "I missed you ma" i said "Me too beta...how are you?" She asked "I am good. You tell how are you? How was your trip?" I asked her "Uff, will you give me a side so that i can enter inside....and what is this ma...all your love for di only... what about me?" Amu said in faking anger. I released myself from her hug "Yo-. Arey Kabir beta, you also came. Come inside" ma said looking at him

Abena said as Afia and Maakua run into the kitchen. “Hello, Auntie Abena," Maakua said. “Hey baby, how are you?" Abena asked. “I'm fine, Ma we want cake," Maakua added pouting. “Maakua, you just finished eating, let the food digest small okay?" She said to the little girl who reluctantly dragged her friend out of the kitchen to her room. “My dear, you were saying something." She drew Abena's attention to her. “Eei Serwaa, nti wony3 na wonware(won't you get married)?" Her mother asked.

It was from Malama Aisha… Me: Hello ma… MA: Dioxidane, yaya kake? (How are you?) Me: Lafia lau (Fine)… Yaya Aiki? (How’s work?) MA: Lafia kalau… Kana Ina? (Where are you?) Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)… MA: Tor… Dan Allah abin da kake yi gobe (Please what would you be doing tomorrow)… Me: Walahi nothing important ma… Hope all is well…