Bahasa Korea Maafkan Aku Sayang Novels & Stories

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And when talking about Lee, he enjoys it when women, especially the one he loves to talk to him in sweet tones. Just as soon as Ming-Yue picked Lee's call, he just had to begin with am apologetic/love rhythm... "My sweetest love... The only one that gladdens Lee's heart with her beautiful smiles and sweet voice... The only one after my hear... My pride my love... My baby girl, my priceless jewel... The one and only beautiful woman before and after the heart of Lee... My angel... Please I am truly very sorry... Please forgive you love... Please have pity on your love, and accept him back my darling dear... Please..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Geurae mipda niga (Yes I hate you) Neon tteonassjiman (you left me) Dan harudo neoreul ijeun jeogi eopseossji nan (But I never stopped thinking about you, not even a day) Soljikhi bogo sipeunde (Honestly I miss you, but I’ll erase you) Iman neoreul jiulge geuge neol wonmanghagibodan ('Cause it hurts less) Deol apeunikka (than to blame/ hate you) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next paragraph was taken over by Aira and she taunted our Demon mate that he would say that he would erase the memories of me like a wisp of white smoke and exhale out all his pain that way.

Plus the hot ears get scolded by Babe Rojali every day. As soon as he was about to approach Emen, his favorite motorbike, suddenly Alif's eyes were closed with a soft hand. "Oppa! Oppa Sarangae! (Korean Laguange means I love you)" A girl's scream was heard behind Alif. Alif was confused and hurriedly removed the hand covering his eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED. A/N: First of all, I am really sorry for the grammatical errors, especially in Korean word that I have written. There are scenes that was written into Korean words. I discovered an app, lately. I am so bobo because I used the wrong translations before, so, forgive me if you're a Korean reader or the one who understands Korean Language. Now, I've found a new best app for translations. I won't say it here because I'm not here to promote or something, haha. (xoxo) thank you!

"Jen, you're the best!" Both of us froze, and an awkward silence fell between us. I wanted to slap myself for the impulsive gesture. "Jen, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... it's just... You know, I used to do that when we were kids..." Jenna paused for a moment, then smiled softly. "It's okay. I'm actually glad you did that. It makes me feel needed." I retreated to my room, the awkwardness lingering in my mind, and spent the rest of the night wide awake.

Translation done! OMG, I'm crying, after so many years~lol... Hope you like the translation... Love, queenkimzxie

Why the long face now? "Are you sure you are okay, Hyun? You have barely touched your dinnerm" he quietly whispered in Hyun's ear making sure everybody else was distracted enough. "You know, this really popular movie has a quote where the main character says, 'There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.' You see, that is the whole problem, I am still as much in love with her as I was when I first realized the extent of my feelings. I a

It feels like the word sorry is not enough, I have hurt you too much Amayra. By the time you read this letter, I am no longer in this country. My family already knows everything, especially my Dad, he is furious to know my cruelty to you. Today my father sent me to Japan, just in time for our graduation day. I'm really sorry Amayra, very, very sorry. I beg you to forgive me, forgive me for being a * friend to you. Ah, in fact, the word 'friend' no longer applies to me, right? I know enough about it. You must hate me very much by now.

Gayle, who had been leaning into my side, snaked her arms around my waist from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Oh, this is going to be good,” she purred, her fingers occasionally brushing against the hard planes of my abs through my shirt. A smile spread across my face. This was easy, comfortable territory. This was me. “Oh, that’s fun!” I leaned forward slightly, warming to the topic. “Let’s see. In Japanese, it’s ‘Aishiteru’ (愛してる).” I pronounced it carefully, with a slight bow of my head. “In Mandarin, ‘Wǒ ài nǐ’ (我爱你).” I articulated the tones distinctly. “French, ‘Je t’aime.’ Spanish, ‘Te amo.’ German, ‘Ich liebe dich.’ Italian, ‘Ti amo.’ Korean, ‘Saranghae.’ Portuguese, ‘Eu t