Novel & Cerita Elehiya Tungkol Sa Pamilya

Nalaman kong real estate ang business ng pamilya nila Maliyah at nandito siya dahil sa isang project at kasali rin siya sa conference since business partners pala ang pamilya nilang tatlo. Para silang mga sanga ng isang matibay na puno. Punong binubuo ng kapangyarihan, koneksyon at salapi. Tahimik lang akong ngumunguya sa gilid at iwinaglit na sa isip ang kaninang kalokohan tungkol sa pulseras nang biglang mapunta sa akin ang atensyon nilang lahat. "How about you Hope? Are you into business? What's the business of your family?"

The bar's patrons were watching us, their faces filled with curiosity. "This is your last chance, Elijah," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Your chance to come back to the family so we could right our wrongs." He suddenly looked like he was about to accept my offer. He looked at me, a flicker of something in his eyes. Hope? Longing? It was hard to tell. "What do you say, brother?" I asked, my voice softening slightly. "Don't you want to be a part of a family again? To have a home? To be loved?"

Wala rin namang dahilan para ito ay tawagin sa seryosong usapan. Sa lahat ng pagtitipon para sa anumang leads tungkol sa nawawalang unica hija, naroroon lagi ang iba pang miyembro ng pamilya. Mga tiyuhin, tiya, at pinsan, na palaging bahagi ng buhay at samahan ng pamilyang Valencia. Matapos basahin isa-isa ang pangalan, at iba pang description sa lahat ng mga ito, napahilot ng sentido si Luna. Ang lawak ng koneksyon ng… pamilya niya. Ang sakit sa ulo!

"Huh?" "Anong nangyari?" inayos ni Yesha ang pagbibitbit niya ng kaniyng bag. Dinig na rinig naman niya kung gaano kalalim ang paghugot nito ng paghinga. "Wala naman. Halatang wala na talagang pag-asa. Sinubukan ko na, e. Pero sa t'wing babalik ako sa kanila, palagi rin nilang ibinabalik ang usapan sa akin na siguro kung sumunod ako sa kanila, hindi mangyayari ito. Hindi masisira ang pamilya namin. Hindi ako malalayo sa kanila." Sobrang naaawa siya sa kalagayan nito. Hindi nito deserve ang ganitong klase ng buhay. Kilala niya ang kaibigan niyang. Sobrang buti nitong tao at halatang ang gusto lang naman nito ay maging masaya. Ang gusto lang naman nito ay magmahal ng lalaking nais niyang mahal

asked El looking at Mithraos. "You know El, if there is a thing that I learned very early in life, it is that we can make our families too, with people we want and are willing. We need not have the same blood, but they will be our family. I don't care if the bloodline ends here, but our family names will be carried on and they will be our children," said Mithraos. Eloy just hugged them both, not caring that they were in the middle of the corridor. -----------------

The housekeeper let him in. The Elijah family is a noble family with a long history. The family's architecture was very famous in the area. Surrounded by forests and rivers, the place was ecologically sound. The gardens are well maintained and show the vitality of a family. The car drove for a long time before seeing the well-lit house. Jeff got out of the car, opened the door, and tenderly took Kourtney's hand. Tonight is destined to be another ridiculous night. Meeting a girl's parents for the first time could not have been this abrupt.

Normal family things. Elias looked overwhelmed at first. He wasn't used to large families. Large gatherings. But gradually he relaxed. Joined conversations. Laughed at my cousin's terrible jokes. Through the bond, I felt his contentment. His belonging. His realization that this was his family now too. After dinner, Elias and I walked home. Cold December night. Stars visible above the city lights. "Your family is intense," he said. "I know. Too much?" "No. Just different. Good different. I like them."

Napansin ni Elvie na malapit nang mahulog ang butil ng luha sa mga mata ni Leah kaya tumango ito at sinabi: "Ikaw talagang bata ka. May naaalala tuloy ako, eh. Naaalala ko tuloy ang nakaraan," ang napapangiwing sabi ni Elvie. "B-bakit po? May anak din ba kayo?" tanong ni Leah sa matanda. "Oo, kaso nag-aaral pa lang siya ng kolehiyo. Pero hindi yung anak ko ang naaalala ko sa ganitong nakaraan. Naaawa ako dati sa amo kong si Elijah Juarez."

, Elijah jokes, making himself smaller in case I see his words as offensive. But I don’t, instead I chuckle and send him a playful gaze. Elijah relaxes in an instant, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. I put down my card and speak. “What about your parents? Are they nice?” “Most of the times yeah”, he nods his head, “my mother is really amazing and my father can be nice too.” “How can I understand that?” I ask him. Elijah shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. “He is very strict and he has very ancient views on family. He thinks that it is totally acceptable to, how he puts it, ‘discipline your wife and children’. And me myself, I don’t like that about him.”

Elijah stood in the hallway for a moment, the ring warm on his finger, and thought about the word family and what it meant and how it had changed. ---