Mamaya Na Novels & Stories

She turned on her data to check her i*******m feed and the writer’s forum she was on for updates. Once her connection became stable, she had an inflow of messages, especially from her writer’s forum. Just then she saw two message notifications from i*******m, she quickly checked them. One of the messages was from ‘Cody Yan’. She opened his first; he inquired about her and mentioned how stupid he was for forgetting to ask for her number. She was about to reply him, when the other person sent a photo to her, she exited his chat and rushed to their Dm. She opened the message to see a chat which said.

MARINA I ducked as my mother threw her plastic bowl at me. It missed my head by a few inches. Milk and cheerios splattered all over the wall and the floor. Great…I was already running behind and now, I’ll definitely be late for my first day. I share a dingy little house with my mother Leslie, in this small town in Massachusetts. I’ve always dreamed of moving out and finding my own place, but I didn’t have the heart to leave my mother behind. At least, not yet.

Megan Vee: Suplada65 :( Naia Baniaga: hahaha Naia Baniaga: i’m not mad, promise Naia Baniaga: you’re the only one allowed to call me that lol Megan Vee: hehe Megan Vee: SOOOOO when are we meeting up? Naia Baniaga: Just the two of us? Megan Vee: Siyempre66! Naia Baniaga: Mmm not sure pa67. I’ll check my sched with mama okay?

Isang word lang 'yon pero parang gusto kong himatayin. “Grabe ka makatingin,” sabi ko habang umiiwas ng tingin, nahihiya. “Sorry.” Mahina siyang natawa. “You just look…” Napailing siya na parang hindi niya mahanap ang tamang salita. “Beautiful.” Lintik! Pakiramdam ko tunaw 'yung tuhod ko sa heels ko. Lumabas si Mama sa likod ko bago pa ako tuluyang mawalan ng dignidad.

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?

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.

(Aami asachi - I am coming) The little girl was struggling to wipe away the blood from her parent's bodies as she cried calling them one by one... "Maaa, Babaaa" She cried with all she had to wake up her parents who fell into a deep slumber... "Let's sell her... She has beautiful eyes which would get us a lot of money..." The goon said snatching the little girl away from her parents by pulling her hair... ******** "Maa, baba..." Mayra mumbled as she started sobbing remembering the worst day of her life.

“Maya.” I smile feeling satisfied. “Miss me?”

“Kumakain ka ba nang tama? (Are you eating properly?)” “Huy, let him breathe!” “M-Ma—?!” I squeaked. My mother muscled her way through them like Moses parting the Red Sea. “Mga kapatid ko ‘to, pasensya ka na. (These are my sisters, sorry.)” She explained to Mason. Mason blinked behind me in panic. “Do I bow? Do I say something? Are they about to hit me?” Tita Maricel grabbed his arm. “Ang laki mo. (You’re huge.)”