Novel & Cerita Ui Mama

---- I walk gently down the stairs, the pain in the side of my stomach still there but dull. A smiling Mira greets me once I reach the bottom, "You're awake." She says with a small smile, I don't reply a nod is all I can muster. I walk towards her, where she currently stood beside the dinning table. I try to help, but she immediately stops me. "Master Hayden strictly said, you are not allowed to do anything." She says, eyes solemn and her words final. I deflate instantly, oh come on, I can't even help on the dinning table?

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

Lakshmi used her hand to support her head, making her keep her head straight up. "Why did she do that?" I looked very confused. "That's how she behaves sometimes, don't pay too much attention to it" Lakshmi pinched Mia's cheek. "Why are you thinking about your parents Mia, you want to go home and see them?" I was inquisitive. Lakshmi looked at Mia with a very sad face before she looked back at me. Mia folded her lips and looked downwards. "My parents are dead, I stay in an orphanage now" Mia said it without any form of emotion.

She hugs that person tightly knowing only a motherly hug can soothe her pain. "Why am I so unlovable Mamoni?" Anupama asks Mausumi while staring at her with a tear-stained face. "You are not unlovable dear. They are not capable of loving such a sweet soul. But don't worry your Kakai and your Mamoni is always here to give you a lot of love. Also, your Dadabhai is coming back tomorrow from his business trip so don't cry. You know right how much he hates to see tears in your beautiful eyes." Mausumi tries to cheer Anupama before wiping the fallen tears from the weeping girl's face.

Paige grabbed her cup of juice and started drinking from it slowly. "Yes, if anyone wants to be my baby mama, it should be Paige" he said. Paige choked on her juice and started to cough heavily. "Are you alright?" Trisha asked, touching her back. She raised her head and stared at Nate. "There's no way I can become anyone's baby mama" she replied. "Come on Paige, you are the only one I can trust. Just carry my child since Quinn can't" Nate pleaded. "Hold on! Paige? Your baby mama? Now, you're making it seem like there's something going on between you two. Yesterday, you almost killed me just because I called her a sl*t now you are choosing her over Betsy to become your baby mama"

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

I usually tell you mother this woman is a bad luck, if she persisted staying here then she may make us give birth to an animal, she is a witch mother… You right my child age is a witch, Mima spoke also.. I look up at Mia how can she say am a witch after all I did, how can they deal with me this bad. I understand when the king married Mima I welcome her freely and the day she gave birth to Mia and Hazel I held them in my hands. Was it due to the fact I have no child? Was it due to the fact am tender hearted. I broken down in tears feeling so heart broken.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.