Gambar Mama Novels & Stories

At the latest, next week, as he's finishing his work first," Mommy Rara says happily. It turns out that the mother also misses her son. "What?" Daddy Heru exclaims, unable to believe that Faith would leave his work. "Why are you so surprised, Heru? Aren't you happy our son is finally returning to our homeland?" Oma Meri retorts. *) Oma is a term for grandmother.

While the staff unloads my bags, I silently walk beside Papa and Nonna to a private parlor. "Is this him?" Nonna asks. "Who else would it be mamma?" Papa asks in exasperation. I sense that there is no love lost between them. "Hump," she huffs, "doesn't look like much. And those eyes… Dom, are you sure you checked that this is your child." "I checked mamma, three times, just like you advised. I have the results from the three places if you want to see them." Papa replies. "I can see the resemblance." Sofia offers helpfully and Nonna cuffs her ears. "No one asked you your opinion madam." When she turns away from her, Sofia sticks out her tongue and I laugh but immediately suppress it at Nonna’

(Guys, from here inwards, Isabella will be called Bella. Enjoy!) Years ago Isabella Grey was 6 years old when her mother died. It was barely three months after her mother's death that her father brought home another wife. They even had a daughter who is a year older than Isabella. Her new mother was none other than her mother's best friend aunt May.

she knelt down, patting her angel’s head she planted a kiss on her forehead as she coaxed her to go and play “okay Mama, Tama is a good girl, she will not disturb Mama anymore, but Mama, can we go back early today, I have a meeting with my friends,” Mahira smiled adorably at her little piece of heart, “Sure my doll, I know Tama is also very busy with her friends, we will try to leave early,” Tama pecked on Mahira’s cheek and was about to leave but stopped and looked at Mama "Mama, where is daddy?, I want him to see my castle too," she asked in her cute voice

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...."

“Geez, why isn't this part highlighted?” “What are you looking at, Dis?” asked Manda in surprise. "This one is really handsome. Is he King?’ Manda immediately pointed to the photo that Gadis was looking at with a high level of focus. ”I don't think King is this Caucasian. Even though Kingkong does have a good look, I don't think he would spend a lot of money on plastic surgery like these Caucasian models.” “This,” said Girl, pointing in a different direction. ”This is Angga.”

“Hindi ko alam kung anong gayuma ang ginawa niya kay Mama para mabuntis niya si Mama nang ganoon kabilis. And that made me exist in this cruel world.” Sa bawat k’wento niya, palagi siyang may ngiting maliit na ibinibigay sa akin. But I know that behind her smile, her eyes wanted to cry. Seeing her like this now makes me feel in pain. It hurts that she’s trying to smile and laugh when her eyes are telling the opposite. “My mom called my dad’s number. Babae ang sumagot. Of course, hindi na nasabi ni Mama ang intens’yon niya, na buntis nga siya noon sa akin. That made my mom worked her ass off to make me live a comfortable life.”

When things become what you used to do, it’s so hard to let go. Mula dito ay malinaw na malinaw ang mga ngiti ng tatlong nasa larawan. Si Papa na naka-akbay kay Mama habang karga ako sa kabilang braso. This portrait seems so perfect. Ang sarap pagmasdan. Nakakalunod ‘yung mga ngiti namin. Ang bata ko pa sa portrait. Ang inosente ng mga ngiti.

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.