Mama Lihat Novels & Stories

You have to look carefully at each one and make sure they are still there and still growing because things need to be checked and I am the one who checks them. Dada helps. Dada is good at looking carefully. He crouches all the way down which is the right way to look at things that are small. Some people look from too far up and miss things. Dada does not miss things. Mama also looks carefully. Mama looks at everything carefully. I have noticed this. She looks at me for a long time sometimes. Not in a worried way. In a way that is like checking. Making sure I am still there.

Even the sight of Mama—who always sat to his right while stirring her tea—was missed. I thought I’d never see this again. Never experience it. But here I was, smiling like a fool as my vision began to blur. I sniffled unintentionally, and immediately, two pairs of eyes fixed on me. “Is anything the matter, Sera?” Mama spoke first, then wrapped her fingers around my hand. I nodded hard enough to keep my tears at bay, to clear my eyes. Then I saw Papà perfectly, staring at me with knitted brows. “Maybe she’s trying to cry up a flood. Then she’ll swim back to that fucker,” Papà drawled.

she said standing up from the bed, trying to regain some composure. “Wait. Are you giggling?” Mama asked, curious. Leah tried to hold back her laughter, wiping her tears. “No, no. What were you saying, Ma?” Leah said, trying to keep her voice steady. “When will you come home? I want us to talk,” Mama said, sounding serious. Leah became worried. “Is everything alright? Are you okay? Kiera and Ivan, how are they?” Leah asked, her voice filled with worry. “I'm fine, my dear. Your siblings are alright. Everything is good. I just need to see you and discuss an important matter with you,” Mama said, reassuring Leah, though her voice still carried an air of mystery that made Leah anxious.

I stated. “No, I’m not,” Papa said, averting his eyes. “Yes, you are. Mama taught me le donne scoprono le bugie degli uomini (women spotting men's lies),” I said, crossing my arms. “Accidenti (Damn it),” Papa exclaimed. “You know, your Mama is the best at it. It’s like she’s a real-life lie detector. A close second is Nonna,” Papa chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me,” I giggled. “Marco, can’t get away with anything.”

Sari said flatly, staring at the pinkish goo like it had insulted his ancestors. Mama just sipped her tea, watching this unfold with the patience of a woman who once wrangled three wolf cubs and a live raccoon out of a camp bathroom. “Alright, everyone sit,” she said. “Snacks on the table, pudding on the edge, Joha’s dignity somewhere in the middle.” “Thank you, mother.” I muttered.

she begged. With eyes welled up in tears, Lilia hugged her compassionately, "Thank you mother" she whispered and slowly let go. The sound of a passing soldier filled their ears, Mama Gunad glanced out with troubled eyes. She turned to Lilia who has the same uneasy look as she bit her lower lip nervously. Quickly, Mama Gunad glanced at her tall cupboard, tiredly, she walked towards it, her eyes scanning the old furniture. Lilia walked towards her confused by her act, "What are you trying to do mother?" She implored curiously.

I said yelling. Mama looked at me in a way that seemed like shock. Only then did I realize that I was looking at her eyeball to eyeball. Mama looked like someone that had been electrocuted. She dipped her face closer into the window and by reflex, I shifted my head backwards. Mama's face changed completely to a frown and her mouth opened in amazement "John?" Which mother won't know her son?

He took a deep breath, then pushed the door open. Mama was sitting up in bed, her eyes bright but her expression distant. She turned as the family entered, her gaze flickering over each of them before landing on Bala. For a moment, there was silence. Then Mama’s face lit up, her voice trembling with emotion. “Bala? Bala, it’s you! What are you doing here?”

Mama is coming. The blue dot blinked steadily, as if it understood her.