Novel & Cerita Bahasa Inggris Adikku

PIDGIN ENGLISH Na so, abeg Omoh, come help me- - of course, please Omoh, come and help me in the for Kitchen, make I no laugh burst - - - - kitchen, let me not over laugh my belle Na waoo, because say my boyfriend- - -Hmm, because my boyfriend isn’t around, right? nodey here, abi?” No vex- - - - - - - Don’t be angry this my friend na barrack girl oo,- - -This my friend is a barrack girl, her father is in her papa na navy. No be like you wey- - -the Navy. Unlike you that your father was in the

’ [Dear God, what did he say? ‘Warum kümmert es dich, er ist der Freund deines Bruders, das sind sie alle, also denke ich, dass ihr alle gleich denkt. Danke dafür. Oh, und nur damit ihr wisst, dass ich Engländer bin, heißt das nicht, dass ich einfach bin. Sag deinen verdammten Freunden, dass sie das nächste Mal mit einem englischen Mädchen prügeln wollen.’ [Why do you care, he’s your brothers friend, they all are so I guess you all feel the same way. Thanks for that. Oh and just so you know just because I am English does not mean I am easy. Tell your fucking friends that next time they want to chat up an English girl.]

he says. I smile. “I understand, but that’s not what I mean,” I say, trying to find the correct English words for what I want him to say. My father forced me to learn the language when I was a young girl, so I am fluent. However, I still don’t truly know how to express myself well. “Uhm, how do I put this? Here,” I point to my chest. “How is he in here? How… Does he treat others?” Marcus listens to my words, then raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I get it. I am assuming you heard the rumors?”

But No one was proud of me like dad and not even he looked at me with adoration like that. “Where did you learn such good English?” I asked him. “All packs speak English, at least the highest ranks do. Being the most common language among countries we use it as the base for meetings and communications. Don’t worry, mi amor, you will pick up on the Spanish in no time.” “ I had no idea my dad spoke Spanish,” I told him honestly.

Will he be hurt that his mother kept such a big secret? The thought crushes me. It pains me to think my son might never know what it’s like to have a complete family. “How was it, mom? Is it good?” he asked, still grinning. “My teacher says it’s realllly good and creative.” I cleared my throat, pushing down the ache in my chest and forcing a bright smile. “It’s so good it almost made momma cry!” There I go—speaking English again. My son’s a bit of an English buff, though he’s finally starting to understand Tagalog now. Still, there are some words he just can’t wrap his head around.

I warned them as the floor was a bit slippery due to the showers of rain. They settled on the couch beside us. "Why you both are wandering here and there? Shouldn't you be studying for your test?" I narrowed my eyes at them. "I revised my course, Mom." Arianna responded. "And what about you, young man?" I shifted my attention on my son. "I revised three times, Mom and it's English test. I am good at grammar." Ace told me proudly only to earn an eye roll from his sister. "You can help your sister then." I reminded him as Arianna's English grades weren't as good as Ace. We couldn't blame her. The Harerras never paid attention on her basic education.

“Forgetting your mummy already for Aunt Reggie, huh?” “Mum, please?” Maxey pleaded, using the British accent he had been practising. Ever since his mother, Aunt Adeline, and Grandma Fiona, who all spoke with slow and refined British tones, he had taken a liking to their accent and insisted it sounded "more royal." Poor Asher, his older brother, had been dragged into practising it too. “Alright,” Anna gave in with a small smile. “Eat first, then we’ll go visit her together.”

My legs felt weak, but I refused to sink to my knees. "What do you want?" I asked, though my voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. "I have never had time for, well, whatever you are." He smirked. My wolf pressed forward, hackles raised, instinct screaming danger. I clenched my fists at my sides. "If you’re my father," I said slowly, testing the word, "then you’ve done a terrible job of acting like one." His smile widened—not offended, but amused. "Ah. Fire. Defiance. Yes, I see it now." His gaze swept over me with unsettling intensity. "You have your mother’s will… and far too much of my power."

"Canada?!" I sat in the car seat with my jaw gaping open. "I didn't pack warm enough for this," I groaned. "I won't let you freeze," Adam said plainly. I shook my head. "I thought we would be going somewhere like London," I said. "London?" He asked incredulously. "Why on earth would you have thought London?" I just looked at him. "I was raised by English parents, however I have only been to London three times in my entire life," he said.

Although he seldom spoke to us nowadays due to his rheumatism affecting him, my father spoke of a term named ‘genes’, although I do not understand what that means. He introduced us to the knowledge of a strange world and taught us his foreign languages. We still speak it in secret, although sometimes I overheard him talking to Mother in that language that they called English when they were intimate. They should have known the walls have ears and spared me a thought when they got too loud that night. Their intimacy was the basis of my curiosity and knowledge of sex.