Mamaya Na Novels & Stories

Masaya akong kumakain ng maasim na mangga sa itaas ng puno. My sweet haven was distracted the moment I heard an angry and loud voice from a woman. Rinig ko ang pagtatalo ng dalawang pamilyar na boses papalapit sa kung saan ako. Maasim na iyong mangga pero mas lalong nangasim pa sa panga ko habang pinapakinggan sila. "Huwag mo na akong lalapitan!"

ma. I immediately kept my ears away when I heard mom's voice that was equivalent to 1 million volts. Once I felt safe I got my phone back to my ear which I think is still buzzing until now 'Sorry ma.. , I didn't do it on purpose. Huh what?? I can't hear your voice mom, you know, what ma?, yaa yaa.. Bye my dearest Mom. Love you... ummah!!!' And tuts. connection is turned off.

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.

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.

Only one person could answer our questions now. “N-Ninang?!” Note: Ninang is the tagalog word of ‘Godmother’

"Mama…" Naiiyak naman na yumakap sa akin si Mama Kacy. "S-Salamat sa paghihintay sa kanya, alagaan mo siya..." Marahan naman akong tumango. Humilay na si Mama Kacy sa yakap. "Pag-uusapan lagi kung magkaroon ng pag-aaway." Ngumiti ako. "Opo ma, noted." Kinuha ko na ang kamay ni Lei, at ipinalibot sa braso ko.

“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.”

Temperance takes a relaxing bath and checks her emails. “How do I explain that I won't be available for the next two days?” Temperance asks herself. She decides the best thing is to call Mora. “Temperance, how are feeling?” Mora answers. “Cam is back and healed me,” Temperance tells her. “Oh, thank goddess,” Mora sighs. “Can you help me with something?” Temperance asks. “Me?” Mora sounds surprised. “I’m not a warrior and not a great strategist.”