Mama Lihat Novels & Stories

Bago pa makapagsalita si Mama ay tiningnan ko ang kamang hinihigaan ni Lolo at napansin kong kausap siya ng isa sa mga Tita ko at tila ba nagkamalay na. "Okay na naman siya. Hinahanap ka lang talaga niya nitong mga nakaraang araw dahil ilang linggo ka na raw hindi nakakauwi," sagot naman agad ni Mama dahilan upang makahinga ako nang maluwag.

natatawa nitong sabi na kinatawa naman nila Mama. "Ganun ba. Salamat sa paghatid sa anak ko ha. Sana magkita pa ulit tayo para naman makalaro mo 'tong anak ko." wika ni Papa na kinakunot naman ng noo ko. Bakit kailangan pang magkita ulit kami?

com is Mama's email eltan: I know What the! He knows it. So why is he still chatting with me? eltan: I've sent it to your mom eltan: check your email too eltan: maybe Tita is asleep so you just look eltan: chat me right away if something needs to be changed or I can go there now I'll bring my plate . irislily: Mama is asleep. maybe tomorrow he will check what you finished. eltan: you just look. you're still awake

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.

I had been lodging at the hotel because I was trying to avoid Mary. As I stepped inside, the rich aromas of home-cooked food hit me, but the one that caught my attention most was the kimchi as it brought back the old memories of Lee Sun's mom cooking. His mother was a perfect mother that every child wished for. I couldn't even remember a time when my own mother cooked for me, as everything was done by the maids. But Mary couldn't be the one to prepare this, as she couldn't even boil an egg, let alone cook. She must have ordered the food or perhaps her mother sent it over.

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

Lia looked up, locking eyes with Bima in a way that made his heart feel as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer. Her eyes, usually full of sparkling joy, now appeared dim, as if a thin fog were beginning to cloud her beautiful pupils. "Bima..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a fear that reached into the depths of her soul. "I... I just tried to remember my mother's face back when she made us warm instant noodles in our old kitchen," Lia continued, struggling to speak. Bima held his breath, a sudden, gut wrenching premonition gripping his chest so tightly it made it hard to swallow.

."Mom" A woman looking at herself the in mirror. Although she is pretty she is trying to make herself more pretty. The red lipstick that is wearing makes her facial feature enhance more. A little girl near her tries to get her attention as she called her so many times. But that woman is too busy to notice her. The little girl grabs her gown.

"Wow, this really taste like home. You're so good, Mira." "Thanks mom." She got up to leave but suddenly stopped. Scrunching her face, she turned to me. "Mother?" I poured myself a glass of juice and sipped slowly. "Yes Mira?" "I--I think I saw papa today." I froze. "You what?" "I saw papa. I saw him today, earlier at school. When I came out for break, I saw him standing by the cafe in our school. He was watching me. It was definitely him."