Ya Mama Is So Fat Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

He walked forward and hugged Amma tightly. “Oye, my dear old lady. See, you have put on weight. From tomorrow morning you are coming with me for jogging.” He pointed out to Amma’s big fat belly that was prominently bulging out. “If you don’t lose a few pounds but keep gaining them, I won’t take you to my school and introduce you as my mother. Instead, I will introduce you as my grandmother. Be careful.” Satvik showed his forefinger to warn his mother, naughtily.

“I love the mafias. I love the guns and the power. It looks so cool in the movies my mom watches.” Greg kept looking at her, now even more interested. Something about her honesty and bold dreams pulled him in deeper. “Why do you want to be a mafia? Is your mommy or your daddy a mafia?” Amaya looked at him and smiled sweetly, without hesitation. “Yeah, my mom is a mafia. My dad is actually a normal man.” Greg smiled back, unable to hide how impressed and drawn he felt. He kept staring at her face, studying her bright eyes and gentle smile.

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.

His friends chuckled, and went over to the dining table, the seven of them started eating, after feeding their over-bloated tummies. Mama Sarah realized why they are so fat, they eat too much, Boss Sima burped his stomach and grinned. “Brother Cool, you shouldn't eat like us, you wouldn't want to look like us again, your wife won't like you the way she is doing now,” Boss Sima said tauntingly. Boss Cool chuckled and shook his head, “I don't have to bother to watch my weight again, since Mama Sarah is here” he replied. “The food tastes great” Mama Sarah commented and gave Boss Sima a thumb up.

AA said laughing "Am not fat" Zainab pouted which Amal did as she saw her sis doing "Okay my angels, you're not fat but even if your fat Abbie will always love you" AA said giving them both a peck before he went to Marmie and peck her too which Tehzeeb snap them smiling broadly seeing all of them like this. It's gives her joy whenever she see how blessed she is Umma was happy because her daughter was happy in her matrimonial which gives her joy.

" Your mother is fat, your father is fat. Your entire family is fat. " She picked up her bag. " You are bad. I do not want to talk to you. " She stormed to the car, pulling it open. She was caught by the big devil. He spun her, took her in the car and carefully took her on his laps. The car began moving. He gently rubbed her bumbum. " Little wife, whose mother is fat? " " Your father's mother is a fat and ugly cow. " The big devil frowned. He crooked a brow, and spanked her mouth hard.

I was finally done dressing up and I walked out of my room, descending the stairs as I walked over to mom who was seated in the living room engrossed in reading a mail on her laptop. Phew!, Being a business woman ain't easy. " Mom, am done " I announced and she hunmed in response. " Give me some few minutes, you can go eat your breakfast " Mom said and I nodded as I walked over to the dinning room. I sat down and the maids served my meal and I dig in immediately, devouring my meal. It was then I realized I hadn't been eating frequently for some days now. Marvy, you don't wanna starve your baby!, Huff!, She's still a foetus.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

I know my mummy so well, so I understood that beneath her angry facade lies a worried businesswoman. "Malcolm Blake," I muttered. Perhaps, I should look him up. I tiptoed back to my seat. I picked up my phone and searched for the name. A picture of my look alike popped up. I was shocked at first. "He doesn't even act like a CEO," I mumbled. Then I recalled mummy's words. "CEOs are normal people. It is only the arrogant ones that act all high and mighty." "My lookalike is not arrogant," I mumbled, smiling.