Maafin Mama Ya Nak の小説・ストーリー

Mate. Oh fuck.

I had told Ettore this countless times, but he had long been bewitched by Elena and Sofia, so he could no longer remember. "Shut up!" Ettore, stung by my words, lashed out in fury. He raised his hand to strike me, but I was prepared. Sidestepping his blow, I swung back and slapped him hard across the face. Ettore's head snapped to the side. He covered his cheek and stared at me in disbelief. "You dare hit me?" "That slap was for Mom," I said, my gaze icy. "From this day on, you are no longer my brother. We are finished!"

"I'm just not strong enough, yet. I still feel like a failure..." "Kul! Kar in sake jin ka fadi haka! (No! I don't want to ever hear you say that!)" Mama snapped. "I am not going to dictate how you should feel, or tell you what you should think. All I'm going to say is that you should be kind to yourself, Maverick. Your heart deserves that. Your body deserves that. And your mate deserves that as well. Above all though, YOU deserve that."

I tell the girl whose pout only protruded the more. “App-po- ise?” She asked, confused by the word. “It means sorry. You should say sorry to your mom because she was worried about you.” I say, watching the girl smile before apologizing to her mom. “I’m sorry she disturbed you, Luna. I’ll take her back now.” The woman says, taking the child from my hands. “It’s fine, Bey is always welcome here with me.” I tell her, leaning to pinch the girl on the cheeks, watching her giggle loudly.

I didn’t have time for this crap. “Good morning ma,” I said, stiff and dry. “My bubbie! Are you getting a visitor soon,” she said, obviously cheerful and excited. “No, I’m not,” I said, matter of fact. “Mickey come on! How many wolves over 30 don’t have pups? You have to settle down! I’m going to die old and miserable without any grand pups,” she whined, and even faked some sniffles. I rolled my eyes. “Ma you’re barely 50 you’re hardly old,” I protested.

she was raising her voice now. " Mother" what was he doing here?. " You maltreated my daughter Zainab, do you know how many years I spent away from her, always wishing and praying for her to be fine and for her to always have the best where ever she was and now I find out that my own best friend treated her badly, even though you had no idea who she really was you had no right to treat her like an animal" Ummah snapped, almost raising her hands to hit Mama Zainab but I had to stop her.

For some reason, the image of Olive's sad eyes and the many things her daughter had said about love were enough to make her not want to touch Naina. "Mama, don't you miss me?" Naina looked at Seira with a disappointed look. "Who is this man, Mama? Mama should be with Daddy!" "Parjo," Seira called again. "I beg you, leave my house." "Mama?" Naina looked at Seira with a disbelieving look. "I'll wait for Mama to come home. Why is Mama so mean to me?" "I'm not your Mommy, Naina." "I know. But Mami could be my mom, right? There's Daddy. You can be together, right?" Naina said.

“Trust me, I know.” There was a silence, one that was punctuated only by the sounds of my boots clumping along in the dirt and the distant birdsong, as Ema processed my emotions before she continued. “The real issue here is that you need to understand… that just because your biological mother abandoned you doesn’t mean that everyone else will.” At her words, defensiveness instantly crept into my thoughts, and I replied aloud with a hint of irritation, “You think I don’t know that?”

Dad asks me multiple questions, worry still laces on his face. I look down in guilty. I stole a glance at Nicholas whose eyes are darted on me with an unreadable expression. "I needed some time alone to sort out my mind, Dad. Sorry, I caused you trouble. I am extremely sorry." I sincerely apologize to everyone. "You made us really worried, Rain." Maa says. Her eyes has moisture. I wonder why my own mother never felt same affection for me. "Sorry, Maa. I will never do this again." I again apologize.

Mokunfayo Badmus: You are not their mother, You are not my mother, You're not a mother, You can never be a mother… Weeks after the altercation with both Mike and my nephew, those words they'd left in wake of their cruelty still haunted me in both my sleep, my subconscious and even my wide-eyed consciousness.