Romans & histoires Mamarapatin In English

“What is your real name?” “Walk with me, Miss. I will lead you to your room and we will talk on the way,” Mama smiled at me. I returned the smile fondly and walked with her. She continued, “My name is Mamariahkutunda and before you ask, it has African roots. My dad was a doctor and he did some volunteer work in Africa. He met a very beautiful lady, cheated on my mum, and…” “Cheated on your mum!” I exclaimed. I was taken aback at once.

I hugged her back because I also missed them so much. I also missed how she calls me ‘apo’, which is a Filipino term for ‘grandson / granddaughter’. Even though I was not related to them biologically, she always treated me like one. How I wish I could have a lovely parent like them. Allaine must be so lucky to have them as her parents. "Since we have all caught up, let’s now go inside." Mamita told us as we headed inside the mansion. Nicolo was holding Mamita’s hand while Nicolai was holding Papito’s cane.

One of them answered. “Asleep?” Martina asked and looked at her husband. “Yes.” The maid answered. “Mamma.” Crystal called out as she descended the stairs with hands on the rail. (Mamma is an Italian language for ‘Mom’) “My baby.” She cooed as she went to hug her. “Papà.” She greeted. “Good morning.” She smiled. “Good morning, my child.” He replied and smiled at her. “Hope you slept well?” He asked. “Yes, thank you for asking.” She said and looked back at her mom.

"Papa, where's Mama?" "Is Mama still sleeping?"

- Spread your legs. I obeyed, but asked: — Will this hurt? - Absolutely not. I doubted this, but I didn't argue with him. He promised we could stop if I didn't like it. — Okay, paparino. He froze, his lips parting in surprise as he looked between my thighs. - What did you say? Has the internet let me down? I had searched for the perfect word earlier when I woke up to use the bathroom. — Paparino. It means a father in the room. Like, a benevolent older man who looks out for you. At least that's what they told me.

The usual sternness in her tone was gone as she faced her grandchild. “Nice to meet you, Mamala,” Alexis replied politely. Grandma smiled brightly. “What does 'Mamala' mean? It’s the first time I’ve heard that word, apo,” Grandma asked, curious. Alexis grinned before explaining. “'Mamala' means Mama and Lola. It’s a combination—Mamala,” he explained enthusiastically, making Grandma laugh. Even Alec and I couldn’t help but smile.

The mercilessly Matar is here. However, many unknown important people are curious about why my name is Matar while the organization is Enfer. The former name of this organization is the Bloody Clan and the name of it is lame so I changed it. My father is really lame when making names, it's good to know that my Mom was the one who made my name. Enfer means Hell in French while Matar means Kill in Spanish. I didn't know that I have Devyn's name on me. I carried her name all over the place. I thought that carrying Warren's name was enough for me but I didn't know that I carried our Daughter's name as well.

“But mamma, I have a question. What does appa mean?” Sarang looked at Zayren, silently asking him to answer. “Appa means papa in Korean,” Zayren explained gently. Reynez pouted thoughtfully. “Then should I call you appa or papa?” Zayren smiled warmly. “Whatever makes you comfortable, Reyn. I’ll love you either way,” he said before hugging him gently. Reynez hugged him back and whispered softly near his ear, “Okay… papa.” Zayren froze.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

It takes a while before her words registered inside my brain. Delicious flood? "Gimenez!" I shrieked in annoyance. Meanwhile... Patricia: "Thirdy, baby come here, we're going to the mall to find an umbrella." Thirdy: "?" Patricia: "We're going to buy an umbrella for your mommy Helga. It's not advisable to always stay wet. Or maybe we'll just buy her a raincoat? Omaygosh such a lucky trip!" Note: King ama* - a curse term, male version for motherf*cker