Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Mother

“But I do know that he’s sixteen years older than you. He’s your dad’s best friend. Is he going to want kids? He’s what, forty now?” My stomach contracted painfully. “Forty-five, but men have kids well into their fifties now.” “No, they don’t.” Erica released Matt and walked over, taking my shoulders into a tight grip. “Look at me. You’re my best friend in the whole world. I love you more than anyone.” “Hey, what the hell?” Matt mumbled and turned back to the stove. “Hush it!” Erica and I responded to him in tandem.

“I believed we were best friends. I believed they would want to follow my lead.” “They are your best friends, but they are not always required to do what you say. Best friends are people who correct you when you make a mistake. Dalett and Trisha may have noticed your attempt to make a mistake. Why would you want to listen in on your mother’s conversations and trail her?” “Because she is having an affair with my father.”

I inform her and she furrows her brows, "Then what friend do you mean? I didn't think you have any other friend apart from her?" "Mom!" I exclaim, feigning annoyance and she laughs. "What? It's the truth, baby. I don't see you around anyone else, but her. " "Of course, I have other friends. Aliya just happens to be the best out of them. " I tell her and she hums. "When do I get to meet this friend of yours?" "You don't have to meet her, and no telling dad about this. " I say and when mom looks me down as a silent complaint about the tone of my words, I add, "Please. "

"There is not a day that passes by and I don't wish that she was still here with us..." My mom and Lonah were high-school best friends. They were so close that they did everything together. After high-school, they even went to the same college and they lived in the same crib. Sometimes she cries when she reminisces on those days. Those long gone days... My mom was very lucky to have Lonah as her best friend. I don't know where we would have ended up if she didn't take us in after her death. That's why I see her as my mother and call her "Mom."

She answered giving an unsure look to Cally and Celeste making them both frown again and I saw a look of rejection and disliking flashing in Cally's eyes. “ They are my best friends, it's okay.” I tried to smile with utmost politeness not to let her feel anything odd. “ It's urgent and private.” She said, stressing over the adjectives and I heard Cally grunting. “ Um, Okay.” I answered, still unsure but agreeing anyway. I was hesitant because firstly my mother doesn't have many friends, the ones she has are well known to me and dad. Secondly this woman felt weird and the way mom suddenly went uncomfortable because of her presence was making me suspicious.

A little bit of help please, and some fries on the side. Cause I really love fries. Especially with- Okay, what am I saying? My mind goes crazy when I'm nervous. "Mom, I can explain." "A fight with your best friend?" She came and sat on the sofa across from me. "Ex-best friend." I quietly corrected her. She shot me another glare. This clearly wasn't the time for corrections. "You knew her since the second grade!" My moms glared turned into a why-would-you-leave-your-best-friend look. "She was your best friend, wasn't she?"

I cursed at his retreating figure after emptying my cup of coffee on him. By the third down to the fifth, I barely paid any attention, knowing the person they saw was definitely not Zora. “Miss? Miss? Are you listening? Twenty million is all I need, and I'd tell you exactly where she is”. I raised my eyes to her face and took a quick glance at her, easily guessing she was a mother. “Do you have a kid?” I asked still. She nodded, blinking in confusion. “My best friend is a mother as well”, I started, my voice bare of any emotion, “And they watched their mother being taken away on her wedding day”.

That was how two former best friends met again after decades apart. Despite the fine lines at the corners of their eyes, their smiles were genuine. Their arms were wrapped around each other in an embrace that proved their bond had survived all those years. And I grew up thinking my mother had no real friends. That she was alone travelling around because she chose to. But it appears I never knew her at all... not as well as I thought. Below that image was another group photo. Edwin, Arthur, my mother, Eleanor, and three strangers I didn’t know, all holding crystal champagne glasses in a toast.

"I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister." ‎"I'm only two months younger than you, big sister," I chuckled, shaking my head. ‎My dad looked at me, a sudden wave of sadness crossing his features. "You look so much like your mother, Maya. Every single day." "Ugh, you're such a vibe killer, Arthur," Christie groaned playfully, resting her head on Charles's shoulder. "At least Maya's mom loved her before she passed. My mom just vanished to spend my dad's money on young boytoys."

Over my dead body. The next morning, my mother finally returned home, and I told her everything. She was my first best friend before she was my mother, which was why I had no close friends of my own. She was always updated about my marriage. She was a retired model, only forty eight years old. Tall, long blonde hair with my eyes. A replica of me. She had my brother when she was twenty and then had me when she was twenty two.. And like me, my dad, who is sixty eight, was her boss, and she had to fight his first wife to be with him.