Gambar Mama Novels & Stories

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Mumma had been perched on Pappa’s lap and his hands had been all over her. Smiling, Ria had stepped back, then coughed loudly to alert them of her presence before re-entering. Her Pappa had looked as cool and dangerous as ever, holding pretty Mumma captured on his lap while poor Proserpina hurriedly pulled her blouse over her full breasts, cheeks pink. Ria was unsurprised. Pappa was crazy after Mumma and even though Mumma was full-blown pregnant, Pappa still looked at her with desire in his pale slate-coloured eyes.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy about her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey-and-black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

Naku, hate na hate niya ang mga lalaki kasi sa tingin niya, mga gago at aksaya lang sa oras. "Ayaw niya raw po ng video call, Tita, e. Nawawala raw ang signal doon. Alam niyo na, isla po ang tinitirhan nila," sabi ko na may constipated na ngiti. Totoo naman ang sinasabi ko. Talagang ang hometown ni Mama ay puro lang dagat at mga bukid. Hindi nakakasagap ng malakas na signal. "Sa labas sana ako ngayong gabi kung ayos lang." Pinaglaruan ko ang mga daliri ko dahil sa kaba.

**** About an hour later I walk out of Umma Magajiya's side full of surprise sometimes I can't believe this woman, she never cease to amazing me. I enter Mami's parlor, it was empty. One of her maid is cleaning the table that's when I asked "Karime where is Mami" "She is in her room" she answered I walked to her room, with a little knock on the door I open it and enter. Mami was seated on the edge of her bed scrolling through her phone. "You're back" she asked without looking at me "Yeah" I said sitting down on her bed "Umma Magajiya is weird".

Gama seemed excited as she walked around. "Hello!" greeted a little girl they passed by, along with Glara and Bhuvi. At first, Gama seemed scared, but in the next moment, she smiled and accepted the little girl's outstretched hand. "I'm Erina, what's your name?" "I'm Gama," she replied, smiling broadly. "These are my mom and dad," Gama introduced Bhuvi and Glara to Erina. "You must be happy to have a mom and dad," she said with a sad expression.

She spoke into the crown of my head as I bawled like a baby. “You’re all right,” I cried in relief. “Of course I am all right,” Mama replied, patting my back. “Your mama is made of stronger stuff. Now stop worrying about me and go save everyone.” “They took Gabe,”I spoke into her shoulder sadly. “Then we gotta get him back,” Mama replied firmly. “No one takes our men and gets away with it.” I nodded, meeting Amaya’s eyes. We would get him back. ***

I dont like calling him Dad or Daddy kasi ang landi ng dating sa akin lalo na sa kanya. I notice also these past few days ang pagbabago ng katawan ng Mama. I know something's wrong with her. If ever tama itong kutob ko, I have to force myself to make a right decision and do what is right as soon as possible. Napansin ko rin ang pagbabago ng panlasa at pagiging matampuhin, madali mainis at mabahuan sa isang bagay na gustong-gusto niya before.