Bahasa Jepang Saya Dicopet Novels & Stories

Brother… Mom… Please, help me… Tears blur my eyes as their voices cut through the air—words in a language I don’t understand but recognize, sharp and guttural. Japanese, maybe. Or Mandarin. Whatever it is, it sounds like danger. “Dōiu imidesu ka?” [“What do you mean?”] “Tsumari, jōshi. Kare wa mada kodomoda, shinu kamo shirenai.” [“I mean, boss. He’s just a child—he might die.”]

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.

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.”

"Please translate this for us. I took the paper and in perfect Japanese it said: Watashitachi o damashita jāku o kare no haka de korogashi, watashitachi ga okonatta subete no ugoki ni hitsuyōna mokuhyō o tassei shite, mukuwa reru yō ni shimasu. Yarō-domo o katadzuke sae sureba ato wa kodomonoasobida.

she laughed, looking me up and down like I was dinner. I chuckled and bowed respectfully. “Kon'nichiwa, okusama.” I greeted her. I know my accent isn’t right, but I’m from Boston, and it's not easy to hide this accent. Her face lit up like it was Christmas or something when she heard me speaking Japanese. “HE KNOWS JAPANESE!” she shouted to the rest of the house. I chuckled, shrugging. “Let the boy in.” an older man sighed, taking her arm so I could step in. “It’s cold out there.” he added.

“She said she’s going over so Shannon doesn’t have to eat alone. In Japanese.” “Japanese?” I blinked, a bit lost. I looked over and saw Jenny sitting across from Shannon. They ate quietly while the whole cafeteria stared. “Yeah, Jane’s gotten pretty good at Japanese,” Paul said. “She used to speak it as a kid. She started brushing up with me, but now she mostly practices with Mayoko.” “I’m learning it because of Mayoko,” Brian added with a shrug when I looked at him questioningly. “But I’m slower at it.”

replied Lisa. Mbak Hamidah got even more annoyed and stood up to face Lisa. Pretentious style waist. "Arek njaluk utang ya takon wae. Ojo sok gayane sampeyan! Aku ra seneng koyo ngene. Aku ngerti yen aku duwe utang, nanging ojo nganti laser!" (Java Language, means: If you want to collect the debt, just say so. Don't be arrogant. I do not like this. I know that I have debts, but don't be rude!) exclaimed Mbak Hamidah. Spontaneously, Mbak Sarmi stopped stirring food, Mpok Yetti and Teh Kokom suddenly tensed up.

It was obvious to him that his friend didn’t understand at all about the language and thus, know nothing about what the old lady was talking about. Jai didn’t know whether to pity his friend, the old lady, or the situation. But he decided to help since he actually knew a little bit of Japanese language. Though not much, he knew some words that he could use to respond to a question asked to him. He then approached them and waved at the lady. “Konnichiwa, obaa-san.” The kind old lady turned her attention to him. “Ah… Good day… Is this cute boy a friend of yours, boy?”

) Since when could she speak Japanese? “Hai, daijobudesu kyasu. Masani onryodesu ne. Anata no hyoban ga anata o zenshin sa semasu. Keomi, anata wa karera o dosureba yoi ka shitte imasu.” (Yes, it is ok Cass. You truly are an Onryo. Your reputation proceeds you. Keomi, you know what to do with them.)

The old man who wears an anime girl shirt gets up and says, ”Kids these days do not know manners, eh? “Should I respect such an old weebs like you?” “Hey, I was in charge of guarding Goa Jepang before, so I had to suit myself with the place like this, right?!” That old fart is scolding Koji. “Haven’t you studied history nor watched it yourself when you were young?! Goa Jepang isn’t related to such a thing, you dumbass!” Koji exclaimed upset.