Enough In Tagalog Novels & Stories

I nodded slowly, trying to piece everything together. “Yeah. That’s why I don’t look like you guys,” he added with a smirk. So… you understand Tagalog?” I asked, curiosity creeping in. “Yeah. Fluently. Even Ilocano—my mom’s from Baguio.” “Aayatin kita,” he said smoothly, switching to another accent mid-sentence. I blinked. “Uh… what was that?” As a pure Tagalog speaker, I was clueless. He laughed, warm and teasing. “It means ‘I like you’ in Ilocano.”