Mamaya In English Novels & Stories

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

“Can I ask something?” Maya wiped her face with the sleeve of her blouse. “Anything.” “Do you think I can still call Mom ‘Mama’ too?” she asked, looking up with big, unsure eyes. “She’s been my mommy for so long… I don’t want her to feel sad.” Maya smiled warmly, touched by her daughter’s gentle heart. “Of course you can. She loves you very much, and nothing will ever change that. Families come in all kinds of ways, sweetheart. You have many people who love you—and now you get to love them all back.”

It is made from glutinous rice cooked in coconut milk, often wrapped in banana leaves (2) ENSAYMADA - A type of bread with sugar and cheese on top. (3) NANAY - Noun. Means mother or an affectionate or honorific term for an older woman.

She stood and answered the call. " He... Hello mum." " It isn't Madam Ashley, this is Amaya." Amaya talked quickly. Sydney raises a brow. "Oh, why are you with my mother's phone Maya?" "Madam isn't well. She says she needs to see you now. She wants you in Arizona today." Amaya explained in a shaky tone. Sydney panicked. " How, what happened to her? Give my mother—" " I have to go now. Please come quick." The call ended.

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

Marie asked, with disgust written all over her face. “You heard me right” “Well, owing to a certain person that locked me up in this gigantic mansion with no contact to the outside world, I got bored and I finally found someone who was willing to engage me in a conversation. She stated, matter-of-factly. “Okay. Starting today, you'll have access to the internet and social media, but you cannot call anyone and your messages will be monitored for any loopholes, so use it wisely.” Drey said, hoping to see excitement on her face, but it was the opposite.

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.

Kate asked Maria. “Yes,” she answered. “Mȃe has a garden full of many lovely flowers.” “Who is Mȃe?” Kate asked. “Senhor DaCosta’s mother,” Maria explained. “Is that her name? “No. Mȃe means mother in Portuguese,” Maria said with a smile. “Oh… I see,” Kate chuckled. “She is like a mother to all of us on this island,” Maria continued. “My father was one of the people who built this house. My family was one of the first set of people to settle down in Cicade-ilha. It is the only place we call home.”

The mother looked at sack of flour at dahan-dahang sinundan ng tingin ang bagnos ng harina hanggang madapo ang tingiin nito sa dulo ng aking sapatos na suot. The mother lift her head ng makitang may harina sa sapatos ko. When her face came to see mine ay nanlaki ang mata nito at biglang nawalan ng kulay ang kanyang mukha. "L-Lady M-Marina." the mother shuttered saying my name. Ahh kaya pala, she also know that I’m Lady Marina. And I think everyone gathering here also know me. What a scene. Akala ko ba lowkey lang ako?

I looked at her, really looked at her—at her calloused hands, her graying hair pinned up neatly, the gentle warmth radiating from a woman who worked in a house devoid of light. "I... I never got your name," I whispered quietly. She smiled in response, a soft, fond look touching her face. "Mia. My name is Mia. But... the ladies call me Mamamia. It's a bit of a fun inside joke amongst us." The ladies.