Bunso Umalis Si Mama Novels & Stories

aniko at ngumiti din pabalik Pinanood ko siyang maglakad paalis sa restaurant,ng tuluyan na siyang nawala ay malakas akong bumuntong hininga Sinandal ko ang aking mukha sa lamesa at mariing pumikit Hindi ko alam kung kailan matatapos ang lahat ng ito,pagod na ako sa kakahintay upang malaman kung sino ang pumatay kila mama at papa,hindi ako makatulog ng maayos sa tuwing maiisip ko na buhay pa ang taong iyon at masayang gumagala na parang wala siyang ginawang Mali.Wala akong alam kung paano ba nag umpisa ang lahat,kung paano ba namatay sila mama at papa at kung bakit sila pinatay, maaring may dahilan ang killer kung bakit niya pinatay ang magulang ko pero bakit kailangan niya pa itong patayin,

She grabbed a plate and scooped rice, but before she could eat her first spoonful, Regine spoke. “By the way, Ate. Mama called earlier. She said Papa hasn’t gone to work for three days. He has a fever.” The weight on her shoulders came back. Along with the guilt, worry also settled in. No matter how much she tried to focus on her own life and work, she couldn’t deny that family should always come first. “Okay, I’ll send money tomorrow,” she said calmly, even though she felt her stomach tighten with stress. “It’s fine, Ate. I already sent some to Mama,” Regine said with a smile before taking a bite.

Typical rich people problems. That’s what was on my mind as I sliced eggplant in the kitchen. Manang Dores said we were cooking shrimp sinigang, the kids’ favorite. Maybe this would be a good way to show them that I can cook and, if a miracle happens, maybe they’ll start to like me.

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

naiinis kong sabi sabay kamot sa ulo ko. "Okay! Okay! Wala na kung wala. Pero gusto namin s'ya makilala ng Mama mo." wika ni Papa na kinatango naman ni Mama. "Bukas po pupunta s'ya dito." walang emosyon kong sabi na kinagulat nila. "Talaga 'nak? Alam n'ya ba na birthday mo? Ano ang ihahanda ko? Gusto ba niya ng crema, salad, spaghetti, palabok...."

“I said she’s my mate! Are you really that disgusting that you don’t have any care for what I just said? Would you really like to mate with your son’s very own mate? Are you really that vile and repulsive and obnoxious that you’d throw away everything I just said?” “Watch your tongue! I am still your father and the head alpha of this pack! Don’t forget what happened years ago because I won’t hesitate to teach you some goddamn manners since your mother was too much of a wimp and died without teaching you some.” It felt like a punch in my guts as soon as those words left his lips.

Adnan paid close attention to Fisya. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as usual and that bothered him a lot. He likes the cheerful Fisya. For him, she is more beautiful when she is smiling sweetly. "Are you sick, Momaq?" asked Adnan when he had lunch with his mother. It was just the two of them at the dining table. Usually Fisya would offer a lot of side dishes, but today his mother didn't talk much. He even noticed that his mother's gaze was not focused on the plate in front of him.

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

She clenched her fist before she spoke. Bella let out a chuckle and looked at her like she was a complete fool. "Oh, Auny May... It feels so good to see that you are very foolish. My Mom made sure my father would never be able to transfer ownership of their business and if you've also forgotten then, I have to remind you. My father started this company with my mother's money. Weren't you aware?" Bella ran a finger down May's face and said.