Asking For A Friend Mean Novels & Stories

Napapangiti lang siya at namamangha sa kaibigan sa tuwing mahahanap niya itong mahimbing na natutulog sa mesa at halatang pagod. Isang araw, kinausap niya ang kaibigan at humingi siya ng pabor. "Ivan, puwede ba akong humingi ng kahit isang hiling sa iyo?" sabi ni Mike habang naglalakad silang dalawa sa garden. “Wish?” ani naman ni Ivan at tumingin siya sa kaibigan. Tumigil sila saglit sa paglalakad at hinarap ni Mike ang binata.

"Kaya naman i'm asking you a favor to.. bring back your brother." ~~~~

Hindi na alintana ang pgkailang na nararamdaman ko kani-kanina lang. "I don't do the stalking. Someone do it for me." He winked and plastered a naughty but irritating beam. "Pwede ba!" Pinanlakihan ko pa ito ng mata at dinuro dahil na rin sa matinding inis. "I said it already, if you want a 'friend' then I can be that 'friend' but more than that? I'm sorry, I just can't!" mahina ngunit mariin kong pahayag.

“I’m waiting for a friend. He’ll be out soon.” “Friend?” sambit nito at mahinang natawa. “Ang tanga naman ng kaibigan mo para iwan ang magandang dilang na tulad mo rito sa parking lot. Do you want to have some fun?” Mabilis siyang umiling. “No need. I already did.”

Nakakainis, okay na, eh. Kahit naasar ako sa tanong niya ay pinilit ko na ngumiti, dahil sino ba ang matutuwa sa tanong niya? Hindi ko gugustohing maging aso! Kahit pa malaki ang possibility na lagi ko siyang makakasama sa pagtulog, hinding-hindi ko nanaisin 'yon! "N-no, what I mean is... I can be your friend. I-I can be your shoulder to... lean on?"

"But what made you decide to befriend me? Dying wish pa rin ba ito ni mama?" "Nope, it's me feeling sorry of what I've done... Nanghihinayang din ako sa na-umpisahan natin. I only have few friends, so I take a good care of them. If you'll let me, would you?" "It's a pleasure to be your friend, Art—"

paliwanag niya na lang sa kaibigan. "Oh my gosh friend, you are so kind talaga! Ipagpapatayo na kita ng rebulto at magsesend ako ng request sa vatican para maging santa ka na!" malungkot na biro nito sa kanya. Napapakagat pa ito ng labi para pigilan ang panginginig noon habang naluluha. "Baliw ka talaga Cy!" sagot niya sabay hampas ng mahina sa balikat ng kaibigan.

"Kilala mo siya?" "Yes. Jammie Greece. His high school friend." Friend. A cherished term often used by men when we ask them, 'Who is she?' How wonderful! Wala sa huwisyong naglakad ako palabas ng CR. Narinig ko pang tinawag ako ni Carla pero hindi na ako lumingon pa. Nakasalubong ko rin ang parang aso't-pusa na sina Jane at Wade na hindi matantiya kung ano ba talagang status nila.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Nico. They just failed to acknowledge your efforts. It’s their loss.” “I just wanted a friend. Is it too much to ask?” “Why do I have to be like this? Why can’t I just become like those typical teenagers who have a lot of friends and those who are living their lives? If I hadn’t been this boring, silent, and aloof, I must have had a lot of friends. That’s all I ask. Friends. Ang daming tao sa paligid pero bakit ni isang matino ay wala akong mahanap?”

Na ikinatawa nito nang malakas. "I didn't ask for it." Pakipot nito. "If you need a friend, I'd like to see more of France; maybe we could visit some of the tourist attractions before you leave this country. You know, for a memory. I swear, I'm not a bad person."