Tulisan Ibu Novels & Stories

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Then the one about my mother in the hallway. Then the next one. --- By January I had forty pages. Not polished. Not organized. But true. The particular truth of things remembered and set down honestly without the protective distance of documentation. Isabella asked about it at dinner in February. "Daddy says you're writing a book." "I am." "About us?" "About our family. All of it. From before you were born." I paused. "About your grandparents mostly. And what happened. And what came after." She was quiet for a moment. Her fork moving around her plate in the pattern she used when she was thinking carefully.

he beseech "Hummm. I know, is it not you? asking all the time i should change the house help whenever they did a little thing or mistakes. Toh let me tell you am not changing any of them this time. You can get your own apartment. Am tired of changing the maids all the time. Haba Mana dan Allah" mummy said walking out of him to the dinning table. She's fed up with Ibrahim's hot temper. Ibrahim was about to walk out before mummy stopped him "Where are you going? Aren't you eating your breakfast?" Mummy asked

"What does Mommy look like?” Isabel suddenly perked up with excitement as she exclaimed, “Mommy is so gentle and beautiful. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" Liam's eyes brightened. “It’s just that…” Isabel pouted and suddenly stopped talking. Liam asked, "What is it?" “Mommy is a little poor, so she’s very cautious about spending money,” Isabel said with a pout, “She is still wearing old clothes and never wears jewelry. She tells me that the dolls and robots I like are too expensive and won’t buy them for me.”

faded away. Natalia started at a local school. She did well, began making friends, laughed more, and smiled more. One afternoon, she burst through the door and said, "Mama, the teacher praised my essay today." She pushed her notebook into my hands, glowing with pride. The title read: My Mama. In careful, childish handwriting, she had written that I was the bravest and greatest mother in the world. Tears spilled before I could stop them. I hugged her tightly. "You did amazing. Mama is so proud of you."

Mother says and I nod before picking my bag back up from the floor. Father's eye lands on the dirty bag, but he doesn't say anything. He probably knows the bag means the world to me. "I have cooked every day. I knew you would come home soon," Mother says, and I genuinely feel guilty as I picture her hand-making my favorite dishes every day since my retirement. "I am truly sorry, Ibu. I should have returned home," I say and she shakes her head before giving Father a loving smile. "Your Father reminded me not to rush you. The great war isn't easy on anyone, but it is hardest on the males who fight in it," she says and I glance at Father to find him analyzing me.

Dear Robyn, I know this letter will probably annoy you since you say my handwriting always seemed rushed and you find it hard to read, but I hope today or whenever you open it you will take your time and read it carefully. I know I haven't been the best replacement of a mother ever since you were born and that isn't how a woman is supposed to raise her only girl. I know you know that you were conceived from your father's inability to keep it in his pants and you probably think I hate you because you were her child but that isn't it.

Kinabukasan. Parang walang nangyaring sampalan pero ang pinag-kaiba lang ay hindi na kami nag-uusap-usap, pati nga si mommy na dati ay laging may magandang balita saamin naging tahimik na lang. Alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako sanay sa ganto pero wala na akong magagawa. Ma-pride pa naman akong tao. Walang gana akong pumasok sa school at kumuha lang ng sandwich sa lamesa bago umalis.

“Eh Asan na daw po pala yung mga sulat niya?” “Ewan.. bigla na lang itong nawala nung namatay si Mama eh. Hinanap na rin namin kasi simula bata pa lang kami eh gusto na naming basahin yun pero wala eh. Bigla na lang talagang nawala..” “Ganun po ba. Sige salamat po Tita. Thank you po sa kwento..” at ngumiti na lang si Euphie sakaniya.