Apa Bahasa Jepang Saya Dicopet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

It’s not that easy. “Oh, mada nihongo renshū shiteru no ka.” (Oh, I see you’re still practising your Japanese.) He calmly says, and I can picture him proudly grinning wherever he is. Me saying anything in his language not only turned him on, it made him smile. “I’m not practising shit, you creep,” I snap. The language just stuck with me over the last few months. It lingered like a reminder of my mistakes. “Don’t call me. Don’t stalk me. Don’t talk to me.”

I could not—would not—let her hear even a hint of how I was feeling. I pressed the answer button and forced a bright tone into my voice. “Hey, girl!” Her voice on the other end was like sunshine. “How are you doing my Nihonjin no tsuma?” “Oh my god, what the hell does that mean?” I laughed. “It means Japanese wife. You know you should probably start learning to speak so your children can learn it with ease too, right?” “Aaliyah please. I'm not getting married, okay?” “At Least not yet. How’s work going? And how’s my soon-to-be brother-in-law doing? Still spoiling you?”

“I crossed the street.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” I shook my head. “That’s your growth?” “Yes.” “Impressive.” Then Japan. Which was… the worst. Or the best. I’m still deciding. “I went to Japan without understanding any of their language,” he said. “Why?” “I thought I could manage.” “That was optimistic.” “It was.” “The first issue was food,” he said. “Of course.” “I walked into a restaurant. Everything was in Japanese.” “So?” “I pointed at something random.”

I asked, or more likely yelled. He cupped his ears, "I can't hear you." "I said, Mahal kita!" I yelled in frustration towards his ear. He smirked. "Good." So it's Mahal Kita...I love you...Wait, don't tell me the meaning of it was what he wanted to hear... He messed my hair up, ruffling it. "Remember, although most Filipinos can speak English, not all of them can. Bear that in mind." He reminded me. "You have to be understanding and use common sense."

Causing me to alarmingly turn to the two receptionists na agad namang tumingin sa'kin with malicious eyes. Probably wodering why this idiot had just called me in my first name. Oh no. Hindi nila dapat malaman na kilala ko ang gagong 'to! "Kumusta na ang case---" "Konnichi wa, sir!" Oh yeah shit, in a matter of second, naging japanese na'ko! And I couldn't think any more better idea but to do that. He suddenly stopped saka tumingin sa'kin like I had gone out of my mind. But after he recovered from his shock, he chuckled..

asked the stranger, who gave Jayden an unpleasant glare. "Sorry," said Jayden, who knew that the man could speak Indonesian. "He is my lover. You better get out of here before this sekuteng sauce spoils your handsome face." The stranger clenched his fists, looking displeased. Luckily there was another strange man who seemed to know the man and asked him to leave there. Felicia menghela nafas lega sembari memegangi dadanya yang terasa berdebar. "Just been left for a while, someone has already surrounded my girl." Jayden shook his head as he placed a bowl of sekuteng on the table and a plate of roasted corn and a glass of ginger milk ordered by Felicia.

Sahir went inside one abandoned shop of old Mafian's spot. He looked around and found one old aged man sitting at his table. He went near him. The old man was looking down. Sahir tried to speak in Japanese with him. "Nihao ..waa taa shii waa.. umm.. jetto" "English is fine" the old man cut his talk in between and said. Sahir sighed. "Oh, I want to rent one jet," Sahir said

“And do you know the Japanese translation of asking a girl out, Benny?” “Er. . . uh, Jack, I think it’s-” Benny looks so uncomfortable. “It’s Asa-her,” Jack Wills grins. Loud laughter fills the entire room. After Jack Wills shares with everyone the Japanese words I shamelessly ‘taught’ him, the concerns of the company are discussed. The air of anxiety and awkwardness earlier are gone and it seems like my co-workers are now starting to get comfortable around the founding partner of our company.

I stated calmly to Miyako. "I didn't know you were versed in ninja contracts, much less spoke Japanese?" Miyako responded. Blink. "I didn't know I spoke it either..." I mumbled. "No sweat," Pamela tried to hustle us along. "He's a quick study." Yeah. I didn't feel it apropos to point out I hadn't heard myself speaking Japanese, or understood that my words had some secret meaning. "How important is this to my people?" Miyako asked. Now that I was paying attention to it, I could make out that she was speaking in her native tongue.