Tulisan Ibu Novels & Stories

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.

I wonder if her words stood in an ill fitted scrawl on paper (everything she wrote was done on a typewriter). Yes, you guessed right. Geek and all, i can't write for shit. My handwriting has this strange look, like the T's are towering basket-ballers and the C's are monsters trying to eat everyone else. I wonder what she was like. I mean, Dad tries, but there are still these times i wonder what it would have been like to grow up with a mother, those times when i feel like a fundamental part of me is missing.

Mapapansin din dito ang isang mumunting ribon kung saan nakasulat ang aking ngalan, katangi-tangi ang ribon na iyon dahil iisa lamang ito at wala nang iba pa. Nagkusa akong tumayo at lumapit sa ataul na iyon, muli gaya nang una pa lang ay pinagmasdan ko ang nilalang na nakahimlay dito. Siya ang aking Ina. Kamakailan lamang ay pinipilit niyang ipaliwanag sakin ang mga bagay na dapat kong gawin. Isang paghahanda bago ang kanyang paglisan, paglisan sa mundong nabubulok, walang maganda, kagila-gilalas o nakakasabik dito. Tanda ko pa ang mga tinig niyang magaralgal,

“You know. Those letters. Remember yung kwento ni Mama satin nung mga bata pa tayo?” Kwento ni Tita Lucia? napayuko lang si Euphie habang pilit na inaalala ang kwento ni Lucia sakanila. Nai-kwento kasi nito sakanila na kahit naging masaya at mala-perpekto ang buhay ng Lola Louisana nila ay hindi pa rin naging masaya ang paglisan nito sa mundo. At yun ay dahil sa mga sulat na ipinatago sakaniya ng kaniyang matagal na kaibigan na kahit kailan ay hindi na muling nagpakita sakaniya pagkatapos ng gyera sa mga hapon.

Isang hampas sa hita naman ang ibinigay ni Mama sa kan'ya. "Nagbibiro lang si Papa mo 'nak. Pero mas mainam kung tulungan mo s'ya. Kaibigan mo man o hindi kakilala, dapat lagi tayong handa na tumulong sa kanila. I'm so proud sa'yo 'nak kasi nag e-explore kana. Gusto ko s'yang makilala soon." wika ni Mama na masayang nakangiti sa'kin. Nagkwentuhan pa kami nila Mama at Papa tungkol sa kung ano-anong mga bagay bago ko naisipang magpahinga na.

Hindi ko gawain na manumbat, pero tila sa sinabi niyang iyon hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko. Napaawang ang kanyang labi. "A-Anong ibig mong sabihin?" "Kailanman hindi matatawag na maayos ang isang buhay, na walang haligi ng tahanan..." "Dahil ginago niya ako!" Giit ni mama.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

"Bercanda, Bu, mana mungkin anak Ibu yang baik ini sanggup menyakiti perempuan yang dengan susah ngedapetinnya. Memperjuangkannya saja butuh waktu hampir 20 tahun." "Nah itu kamu tahu. Makanya dijaga. Rukun-rukun, ya, kalian anak-anak Ibu." Ibu merangkul kami. "Ayo, sarapan dulu. Ibu masak istimewa buat kalian." "Tia mana, Bu?" "Pagi-pagi dah keluar tadi joging sama tetangga sebelah. Ibu curiga kayaknya Tia ada hubungan khusus sama tetangga sebelah."

She reminded May of the vulnerable woman she used to be. "Mama this is May Iby's friend. The one he said gave him the money for papa's surgery." Ebiere explained. "Oh!" cried Mama Iby, "Thank you so much my daughter. May you never lack any good thing in life, in Jesus name." "Amen." "I bless you for this good you have done to this family." "Amen mama.. It is nothing-" May was saying. Mama Iby cut in, "Don't say that. My daughter it seems like you don't know the good you have done to this family. My husband has been in the hospital for months. I don't have a peace of mind.."

It really helps the book and also helps me as an Author to grow and write better for you. Happy mother's day to all the mummies. With all my love, Evw