Don't Speak Novels & Stories

malakas na wika ni MA. Kaya naman! Hindi na nakapagpigil ang Don at sumabad. "Mark Anthony! Why are you shouting? Can't you talk without that loud voice?" Paninita niya sa anak na kaagad ding sinundan ng isa pang buntis!

"Sofie, are you okay?" Oh my! Kunyaring humagikhik siya. "Oo, okay lang ako, Don, pasensha kana.. kausap ko rin kashe isa sa mga kaibigan koh ngayon. Hinde niya kashe ako marinig...medyo malakas kashe music ditohh. Shha... yung gagong kausap ko...hinde ikaw..." She was trying so hard to speak well dahil medyo tumitiklop na ang dila niya. May tama na yata talaga siya.

Hindi ko alam kung anong unang sasabihin. Kasi kahit ilang beses ko itong inisip sa Canada— wala pa ring salita na sapat. “James…” bulong ko. Napapikit siya nang mariin sa pangalan niya sa bibig ko. Parang sinasaktan siya noon. “Don’t,” mahina niyang sabi. “Don’t disappear again.” Napaluha ako. Hindi ko na napigilan. Kasi kahit anong takbo ko—

kampanteng saad nito at nag-cross arm. What? Napakurap-kurap siya. Ibig sabihin... "Yep all of it. I never used that language here since I'm not into that. I sounds awkward and boring," simpleng saad nito. " And I never hurt you. Not even know you frankly speaking."

pahayag na reklamo ni Sofia na pinipigilan ang sarili na maiyak sa mga nangyayari sa buhay niya. "Kung iiyak ako mas sinasabi ko sa sarili ko na hindi ko na talaga magagawa ang mga pangarap ko. Hindi dapat ako panghinaan ng loob, kung gusto kong makaalis sa bahay na ito ay kailangan hindi ako sumuko. Kaya mo 'yan Sofia, i'm sure may ibang kumpanya na tatanggap sa akin because of my credentials and won't reject me just because of my height. Be positive lang Sofi---"

sagot nya Umirap lang ako at idiniin pa lalo ang bulak na may betadine sa nasugatan nyang pisngi. Kung hindi ba naman tanga at kalahati tong isang to. " Ne- " Wag nyo akong kausapin. Hindi ko kayo kilala." pagpuputol ko sa magsasalita palang na si Hezekiah. " Hindi pa nga nagsasalita eh. " Singit ni Donovan

My gaze turned to Harkey, my badass, 10 years old, half-brother with his usual two, toy car on his both hands. I didn't notice him coming. He just pop out from nowhere like a mushroom in the thunderstorm. I continued walking as he followed me. "I don't want to talk about him." I can feel the fiction of his car against the barrier of the staircase. "When did you feel to talk to anyone here?" His mouth sounded a long 'ngeeeng' before he spoke again. "You mostly talk for a trouble." I don't really want to have a nonsense fight with this creature.