Kan Mama Novels & Stories

"Xavi ? " " Mama ." ©#KCMmuoe

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Love, Momma and Daddy

Kaya naman umismid na lamang siya. "Mama, maupo ka nga po. Ang dami mong sinasabi."

advik mom said Okay ma

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.

"Okay, fine. I was a rebel. Happy?" "No. Say it properly. It was Veena, you, Messiah—" "How are you going to walk past that? Messiah is the shittiest. More than Veena actually," Boraxip argued. "Okay, I'll take that," Mom said. "Because I know now it's true," she giggled. "You've met...Uncle Messiah?" Monde spoke up with a frown, eyeing my mom. All traces of humour were gone between the two lovebirds as they quickly shared a look.

BIG KAI "Mama," "Who the hell is she?" "Mama, wha....." "Answer the damn question, boy!" she yelled, glaring at me. I felt Shawty gripping my hand. "Answer our mother, Kai." Imani chipped, adding to my fucking anger. I glared at her. She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair proudly. "I am talking to you, boy." Mama retorted, making me look at her. She is still glaring at me.

After that day, the household staff quietly understood the illicit relationship between stepmother and stepson. Luciano would still address her as "Madre" and greet her politely. Meanwhile, Tanya was busy as usual, adding visiting Paolo to her daily activities. She often kept Paolo company and donated even more generously to medical charities. She was constantly in tears, wholeheartedly hoping for Paolo's recovery. The media was full of praise for her loyalty and composure. Unfortunately, every angle of her forced smiles and secret tears in front of the cameras was carefully calculated.