Novel & Cerita Yomama Is So Fat

she whined childishly. " you are seriously acting strange wallahi. Are you sure you're not pregnant " rahama said as she looks down to her tummy. " what! " yasira screamed and then touch her stomach " of course not ,I can't be pregnant! " her eyes were wide open. " you are totally clueless. See how you are getting fat, isn't that suppose to raise an alarm? " Yasira glared at her " stop calling me fat. I'm not fat, please "

I asked – I thought such a small pouch wouldn't weigh more than a gram. "It's a magic pocket – it's pretty convenient, however, its only disadvantage is that its weight stays the same," Kimur explained as he composed himself. I can only imagine how his back would feel... After a while, we said our last goodbyes to Mama Enah and Yannah. Mama Enah was particularly emotional – she may act cold and harsh sometimes, however, I can still see the pure love she has for her husband. I could only smile as I spectated the family hug for the last time.

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

One year later I have been living in Congo for a year now and how can I tell you that I have become fat!! I have flesh as koko Grandma would say, no longer seriously I gained weight but on the hips, thighs and chest I do not understand, koko Grandma says that a woman's body is a secret that no one does not know how to remedy it, I have big plays now to say true I am not full! It's always better than being a skeleton!

Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but little did we care. The ringing cell in Mamma’s apron pocket interrupted us. Mamma pulled it out and her brows creased.

She nods at me. I cooked her favorite food, adobo. “Eat a lot so you don’t lose weight,” I muttered and smiled at her. “Mommy, I always eat a lot. You’re the one who should eat a lot because you’re working to make money.” I chuckled. My daughter looks so cute every time she acts like that. I turned my gaze to Yaya. “Yaya, have you eaten yet?” “Not yet, Ma’am Elyse.” “Come on, join us Yaya.”

He did not hesitate to scold or criticize Wisnu. That is the shape of attention. * The three of us ate as usual Spiced with chat, Amelia's stories and small fights between Amelia and her daddy. It's just because her daddy said that she is getting fat. "Then, Amelia have to go on a diet, right? Can't eat?" Amelia shouted in annoyance, said to be fat. "It's not like that honey. However, it must be balanced with exercise or what activities burn fat," explained Mas Suma. "Daddy, my friend's school, there are many who are fatter than Amelia. Their mom and dad are just okay with. !" just daddy fussy to me, she muttered with an annoyed face.

She is the size of a house. Odessa said it is because our daughter is a strong hybrid. That is why Asteria is so large. When Asteria heard that she burst into tears because she thought she was being called fat. That night I had ran all over town trying to find her favourite snack to make her happy. When I came back with bags filled with goodies, she was asleep on the sofa. “Hey momma, are you feeling?” I ask as she struggles to sit up in bed. I move to help her and she smiles at me as I fluff her pillows and climb back in with her. She leans her head on my shoulder as I place my hand on her belly.

Maybe my mother can be of help in that aspect because I only knew how to eat. "Oh! That's not a problem. Let me just rush home and prepare something nutritious for her. Trust me, she will fatten up in less than a week." my mother said, sounding excited. "Fat? Hey! I don't want her fat! Just… just make her okay…" I said. I really don't like fat women and I am not discriminating against them, but I really don't like them all fatty. My mother rolled her eyes at me. "I know. She just have to be in a healthy state. I didn't say I was going to make her obese."