MasukMannie’s POV
“Kids, I am back.”
3rd POVCONCERT BACKSTAGE…“Guess what?”The voice cut through the backstage chaos like a thrown stone.
Mannie’s POVThe bright light from my phone screen flashed across my face before dimming again.For a second, I just stared at it from my bed, my thumb hovering anxiously over the notification bar while my heartbeat thumped louder than the ceiling fan spinning above my head. The room smelled faintly of baby lotion and detergent from the folded clothes sitting at the edge of the bed, but my attention stayed fixed on that screen like my life
Mannie’s POV“Kids, I am back.”My voice echoed through the house as I pushed the door open with my shoulder. The grocery bags hanging from both hands dug painfully into my fingers, and the cold evening air followed me briefly before the door shut behind me.
“Then tell me.”His lips trembled badly.“M-Mummy…”A hiccup interrupted him.
Mannie’s POV“Good evening, ma’am. I am calling from Primrose Kindergarten. Your child, Adam, has refused to stop crying since the release of results, and we would like you to come pick him up.”I slowly lowered the phone from my ear.
3rd POVHanding her bag to the maid, she walked toward her father, who was comfortably seated on the large couch while watching a human television show.The old man looked relaxed in a way that almost never happened anymore. One leg rested over the other while a glass of red wine sat untouched beside him on the table. The television lights flashed across his wrinkled face, shifting from blue to gold every few seconds as loud human voices filled
rd Pov
Mannie’s POVToday should have started fine, but it just had to start on a sour note because of Zarah.Thinking of how Zarah had rushed to my house early in the morning just to question me about Michael made me seethe with silent rage.She not only successfully angered me but also dented my image i
Five years later...“Mama! He poured juice on my shirt!”“No, I didn’t! She spilled it herself!”“Why do I only have one shoe?!”The walls of our cramped three-bedroom apartment shook with noise. Eight kids, raced around the kitchen like a tornado made of chubby limbs, flying cereal, and relentles
I woke up with a scream caught in my throat.My body jerked forward, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free from my chest. The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city glow slipping through the blinds. My legs trembled as I pushed myself up from the







