Mama Masak Apa Novels & Stories

her mother said, handing her a plastic bottle. “MSG?” she asked, frowning. “Yes! You don’t even know what it looks like because you never cook,” her mother teased. “This is MSG?” she repeated, turning the bottle in her hand, eyeing the white granules carefully. They didn’t look like the ones she had mixed into Dixal’s cappuccino earlier. “Stir this for me, my arms are tired,” her mother ordered. “You sure cooked a lot, Ma. Feels like you’re feeding a whole barangay,” she joked, stirring the noodles in the massive wok.

What the fuck was happening? "I'm so glad you're both home!" she chirped, stepping back and clapping her hands together. "I'm preparing a very large lunch and dinner. There's rotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, and I'm thinking about making a pie. Apple pie, maybe? Or pecan? Apple pie is your favourite, right, August sweetie? What do you think?" I peered closely at her, noticing the sheen of sweat on her forehead. "Mom, are you alright?"

said Novi, staring intensely at the woman. "Mama's child has taken a bath and smells good. Come on, please sit down, Mama, cook your favorite food." said Raya smiling sincerely looking at her daughter who walked towards the dining table. Raya gave him a plate filled with chicken penyet which is Novi's favorite dish. On the dining table, various Indonesian specialties are neatly arranged. Such as: warm white rice, chicken penyet plus tomato sauce sauce, stir-fried sweet vegetables, sob chicken, fried fish and water drinks that are healthy for the human body. "Wow, that's a lot of food. All this mom made?" Novi asked turning to Mama Raya.

I like that. "Mom, I'm here!" I said when I was home. Mama and I's house is just a simple hut. Not big and not small. It was a nice and comfortable place to live. I put my old bag on the wooden table and immediately went to the kitchen to eat. "Mom? What do you want me to cook? Do you want me to cook the banana heart?" I said. I know Mom heard it in the room. I will do it every day.

I hugged them back, kissed them, and tried to act normal. "Hi, sweeties. How are you? How was your morning with Vera?" I asked them, smiling. "It was good, mommy. But we spent it with Daddy. He taught us how to make beef jerky. It's yummy." Mason said, holding up a piece. "Yeah, mommy. Daddy is the best chef in the whole world," Madison said, nodding.

"Hello, Mia." "Mom.. Olima came home and carried her box of clothes away, and she has left the house." The phone call went silent for a while, and after that, Mrs. Gina finally replied, "Good for her. I will be back home soon so that we can prepare chicken pepper-soup today, and drink it with some wine." "But, mom.." Mia sounded teary, and she heard her mother's voice turn strict. "What is it?" "Who will help me to be solving my homework, and also cooking my meals?" Mia asked.

She smiled at America. America smiled back at her. "You two have a seat while I go make some lunch okay?" "No wait, actually mom, my wife already made lunch while I was home and I kind of am already full so…" "You Mr are going to have to make more room in that stomach for mummy's lunch. I am making meat loaf, spinach soup, mashed potatoes and many other dishes! Your dad said he's bringing home guests so I'm going to be a lot busy today." "I can stay and help you." America said.

"Maybe I'll go to Busy." “And you Ceren”? "Me too". “Call me or leave a message on my Zap”. “Okay mom”. Rabia praises the food her mother is helping to prepare and Ceren kiss her on the cheek. “Hmm, it smells good.” "True. What is a mother”? “A meat stew, with varieties of vegetables and sprinkled with spices”. "I would even eat a little, but today I prefer to eat pizza". “Come on Rabia. I already called Uber”

As a mother she must've suffered soo much because of her son. "It's nothing your fault Mom. Please don't blame yourself." I tried to cheer her up. "Well, mom I love sweets but I'd never learnt to make any. Can you sometimes teach me all those delicious recipes you know?" She smiled. "Ofcourse, my bacchi. I'll teach them all to you. Should I make something today with lunch?" I nodded excitedly and she laughed. "Ok. What should I make?" "Um.... Rasmalai. Now that you've mentioned it, I'm craving for it." I said dumbly.

The way my stomach fluttered at the sound of ‘wifey’ was really terrible. “You don’t have to. Your face is screaming all those judgemental words.” He grinned. “Can you cook?” I shook my head. Mama always made food at home, even when I went to college, she made me food every week, got me a small freezer and made sure I didn't lack homemade meals. “What were you trying to make?” “Some… potato thing. Herb and roast or whatever. I saw it online and loved it. My mum makes it for me well and I've seen her twice making it, but today didn't seem like my lucky day.”