Mama Girang Novels & Stories

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

"Kiss it, and suck it, and stick your tongue in me! Stick your fingers in me, too! Make my hot little cunt cum for you, Mommy!" And Ginger began doing just that.

Mom sounded nagging. Mom started screaming over my phone and nagging me about the Citra's problem. My mind still doesn't understand why Mama got angry about Citra. Plus, I never told you about Citra being kidnapped and hospitalized. A few seconds later, the name TEGUH was written in a big way in my brain. Because as far as I know, Papa only reads newspapers that contain political and economic news, while Mama never opens a gossip TV channel or even social media. Although once in a while to find out gossip about me.

**** 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".

Nat says, making mama groan. "She loves make-up, but you know those sets aren't meant for littles this young," mommy says, agreeing with her. "They were a gift for Rila, I have them hidden but that little monkey can find anything," Nat says making mommy chuckle, but Rila isn't a monkey, why is she calling her that? "Riri, no monkey," I say trying to wipe my tears off on mommy's shirt. "It's her title when she gives me hard time, now that your mommy is here, you're good?" auntie Nat asks me, I nod my head yes, with mommy here, everything is well.

His long hair and beard made him look like a Giant bear to Mithaas. "Yes, Mithu", SHAURYA bent down and stared at her who called him 'Big Daddy'. "I want Aaoo Pahatha . Mommy says no and no guby jumy too (Gulaab jaamun Indian Sweets)", Tears formed in her tiny black eyes, and her lips trembled. Shaurya carried her in his wide muscular arms and went to see Chitragandha in the kitchen. Mithaas was two and half years old and studying in kindergarten school but she was one stubborn daughter of Ariv and Gandha who had wrapped her five fathers (uncles) and one grandfather on her tiny fingers.

O Tere Aankhen Kali Kali Tera Gora Gora Mukhdha Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere Rangat Jaise Sona Tu Chaand Ka Tukda Hai Re Maahi Ve Tere Gaal Gulabi Rabba Rabba Chal Sharabi Rabba Rabba Dil Ki Kharabi Rabba Rabba Tu Soniye Jind Maahi Ve Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Jind Maahi Ve Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Everybody Sing Soni Soni Aaja Mahi Ve Kia stood up from her seat and went to her mother and father while singing the lyrics with tears in her eyes.

"Since he smelled like the ocean then he should be living near it and that is …." Ninu finished it for him. "Macher Grame[5]." "Exactly," said Batuk. -------------- [1] Old women's tales on what to avoid during pregnancy, only a few observed it. [2] Amar Mei - my daughter [3] Boro -big [4] Bhaiya - two very close friends addressing each other. [5] Grame - village. Macher Grame literally means Fish' Village.

Zeenah mumbled angrily as she swat her phone with a loud thud on the mirror. "Is this really my princess?" She had no idea someone had stepped into the room. And that was Maama's voice, turning swiftly, Zeenah locked her eyes with her mother's, and a sudden unknown fervour chalked her up. Maama stood by the door, dressed in a milk coloured lace that had blue stripes. She looked beautiful, so beautiful. She didn't look this beautiful when she was marrying Abubakar, Zeenah thought.

Next thing, I hear this beautiful voice right next to me say. “Hey Papa. My Grammy wants to order your delicious rotisserie chicken meal again.” The lovely voice orders. “Coming right up!” My uncle utters gladly. He turns and calls out her order. I turn slightly to see this young, fine ass black chick sitting right next to me. And yoooo! She smells GOOOOD! Like that freshly harvested lavender and spicy ginger root. That my Memau used to grow in her garden back home. And it's turning me on like a motherfucker!