Carrot Man Philippines Novels & Stories

“We do our best, Miss. Today we feed them natural fertilizer, so they grow strong. In a few weeks, they will be ready for harvest.” Her gaze shifted toward the carrots. “And the carrots? Are they as sweet?” Mang Anton’s eyes brightened. “Yes, Miss. Very sweet. Fresh from the ground, they taste better than anything sold in the market. Even the children here ask for them when we work.” Kathalina laughed softly. “I can imagine. A carrot pulled straight from the soil must taste wonderful.” Mang Arman nodded, his tone thoughtful. “It does, Miss. Sweetness from the rain, strength from the earth.”

As they entered the resto-bar, their male customers had already occupied some seats, and there were prostitutes entertaining them. The music started playing to add entertainment to the customers. Carlo held Tricia by her shoulder and they sat at the front table, near the bar area. He pulled the chair from the table and offered Tricia a seat, making her impressed. He sat in front of her and started introducing himself. "Hi I am Carlo. I own a wine company here in the Philippines, and it is nice to meet you, Tricia. You are so gorgeous and sexy, I can't wait to take you to bed!"

——-End of Flashback——- "Boss, it's forbidden to park on the roadside." Luke turned to a barangay patrolman standing in front of him. He didn't notice the man, so he tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry," Luke said. Luke immediately turned his back on the man and approached his car. The man was looking at him. "You're not from Batangas, boss?" the man asked. Luke glanced slightly at the man, then smiled. "Ah, no." The man nodded. "Are you staying here, or are you coming back to Manila?" the man asked.

((LEON)) "Is there no other route?" I asked the driver while looking at the long cue of vehicles in the highway. I knew it would be traffic. “None.” The traffic was very clamorous. What else did I expect from the lack of discipline in the Philippines? Master Sean looked bored but I suddenly saw him stare outside with interest. I followed his gaze and saw a woman at the distance. She was dragging two men out of a jeep and was followed by two younger girls. She brought the guys to an MMDA officer and made her complaints.

Only I can’t—his eyes on me unnerve me completely. “With my mom half-Filipino, we weren’t good enough to have his name. Because the mafia is filled with racist assholes. Never mind that most people have no idea we’re a quarter Filipino. Carlo did his best to wipe it out of our home—my mom wasn’t allowed to cook Filipino food or speak the language around us.”

Lumabas si Manang sa kusina at agad akong hinanap. “Selene, may bisita ka Raw?” at nang nakumpirma niya iyon ay palakaibigan itong ngumiti kay Philip. Lumapit ako kay Manang at hinaklit ang mga kamay sa braso, mumunting pinisil ang kanang kamay niya. “Manang, si Philip po pala. Philip, si Manang Tasing ko,” at nginitian din siya.

"You're awake, Carlo. Should I say, it's nice to meet you for the first time or not?" "Rowan, you..." He coughed. This guy was supposed to be his elder sister's boyfriend. What was he doing here? In an abandoned underground park in the middle of nowhere in the Philippines? Definitely not to rescue him, was he? Mayven... Where's that damned sly? "What's going on?" Carlo asked in panic the moment he saw the several burly guards surrounding him and around abandoned park.

Scarlet answered with a smile. Shit. She's too wild! How will Scarlet recognize that? Americans don't eat bitter gourd. I'm not sure if they have that in the market. Because this is the only place I know in the Philippines that bitter gourd is served, well on my end, I don't eat bitter gourd as well. I can't tolerate the bitter taste. "Duh, I won't waste my freaking time with it." It answered and walked out. Misha and I went for a walk and Reed went with us.

Nicky said with raised eyebrows as he put his arm around Mana. There you go. He cornered me again. Mana's expression was hopeful. How the hell can I refuse? "Why of course! In fact, I will arrange your benefits and incentives Mana so that you can return home to Masbate for a long time," I smiled. "Husband is from Bataan, not Masbate. A ghost lives in Masbate. And Mana is not a ghost, just a face." "Hahahahahahahaha!" Mana laughed loudly. I laughed and shook my head.

People in the province were so kind. In the distance, we heard loud cheering. A grand-looking carabao, dressed in vibrant fabric, was walking slowly down the road. Its owner held it proudly. The carabao looked strong and majestic. The crowd clapped as it passed by. George and Nick were busy taking pictures of us. "Ma’am, banana cue, it’s really good! Please buy some! We also have suman, sapin-sapin, and pancit palabok!" “Let’s try the food, guys,” I suggested.