8th Son Novels & Stories

"May suggestion ka ba?" Umayos ito sa pagkakaupo. "It's should start with his father's name, Fayra." Aniya na nakapagpataas sa kilay ko. "Don't gave me that look, you know my nephew is one of us. He's a Vejar. Mateo's son." "You're right, Morgan. My child is truy a Vejar, but I'll never let him carry his father's surname---" "You can't do that." Puno ng pagtutol ang tono ng boses nito.

Maraming pamilya na ang nasira niya dahil sa kagagawan nya, para sa kanya ay wala lang pero para sa amin ni ate ay malaki ag apekto nito sa pagkatao namin. Dealing with family situations at such a young age isn't easy at all, you have to endure every difficulty. 7 years ago when my father died, my ate stop going to college because she didn't receive a support of my mother. I was grade 6 that time, didn't understand what's going on in my family. But those years is very difficult in my ate, that's why i study hard at hindi sya kailanman binigyan ng sakit ng ulo.

Tanong ulit ng amo niya. "Lalaki Sir, Lalaki ang anak ko..." Tipid niyang sagot. "How old he is?" "Mag-pipitong taon sa octuber, Sir.." "Really?" Tila ba nasiyahan ang amo niya sa sinabi niya. "Yes, Sir." "Can I see your son? Pwede mamaya?" Nagulat man si Tintin sa biglang pagtatagalog ng kaniyang amo ay hindi niya maiwasang mapangiti at tumango.

Salit-salitan din talaga kami. Although, hindi naman na ganoon kaalagain si Sertio dahil 8 years old na rin naman. But he still comes home to take care of our son. “Stop kissing me, Spring. I thought you will hang out with your friends. Tumayo ka na riyan, aba,” ani ko kaya lang ay mukhang walang balak tumayo ang kupal at nanatili lang na nakahiga at pinagdidiskitahan ang kili-kili ko. Parang sira. Mayamaya lang ay nasa leeg na ito.

Saan naman iyon nanggagaling? My name is Tristan Charles Sandoval and their name supposed to be; My first son is Trekiel Cavin Sandoval. My second son is Trexiel Clein Sandoval My youngest son is Treziel Clint Sandoval Tsk! May pa Lark, Luke at Leon pang nalalaman eh! Mas bagay iyon dahil sa I was born on September 15, 1993 and my son born on September 15, 2017. How nice right? Tsk!

Nakakapag tampo na. “Clint halika kana, kakain na, naka pag hain na ako.” Dinig kong aya ni Yaya Mameng kay Clint, nakikipag laro ito sa mga anak namin dahil nag simula na ang mga ito gumapang. Dinig ko ang malutong na halakhak ni Clint at ang pilit na hagikgik ng tatle. We already named them, and I loved how we came up with their unique names. Our eldest son's name is Quidarrius, Quitarrius, and our one and only baby girl is Quintarrah. I love them with all my heart. Marami man kaming pinag dadaanan, I know Clint has its own reason why he was distant lately.

Sinenyasan ako ni kuya at agad ko naman 'yon naintindihan. "Good evening Sir." bati ko at napangiti naman siya. "Is this your youngest son, Rodrigo?" tanong niya kay dad at tumango naman siya. "Brent right?" tanong ulit niya kay dad at natawa naman kami ni kuya. "No, he's Phillip. Brent is his older brother," turo ni dad kay kuya. "I see. Magkamukha kasi sila," natatawang sambit ni Sir Lester.

Only the faint tail lights were visible now. Caleb gave her a sympathetic look. "Among those Rolls-Royce convoys na dumaan, one of them? I’m pretty sure sakay ’don ‘yung panganay ng Evans Group." "Wait—what?" Felicity blinked. "You mean... the guy we talked about before?" Caleb nodded. "Yup. The eldest son of the richest family in the Evans Group—Thorin .Evans." “Paano mo naman nasabi na andiyan siya?” tanong ni Felicity habang sinisilip ang kalsada mula sa loob ng café.

Bakit hindi niya sinabi sa akin ang tungkol doon? Puno ng tanong ang utak ko at lalo pa iyong nadagdagan nang tawagin ang mga kapatid niya. ''Our eldest daughter, Janelle and our youngest son .... Joshua.'' WHAT THE HELL? MAGKAPATID SILA ?! TO BE CONTINUED

Binaling na muli ni Sir Thomas ang tingin doon sa pinipirmahan nitong documents. “Pero, Sir Thom, pwede ko na po bang malaman kung sino ang papalit sa posisyon niyo?” Sumeryosong tanong ko naman. Muling nag-angat ng tingin si Sir Thomas sa akin at ngumiti. “My eldest son, Tristan.” sagot nito. Napa-awang ang labi ko. Agad na binundol ng kaba ang dibdib ko. “Oh, Lord! No! Sana nagkamali ako nang dinig, please!”