Father In Tagalog Novels & Stories

hindi ko na natuloy ang sasabihin ko ng mawalan ako ng malay. The man who had saved me was the first I saw when I opened my eyes. His eyes were emotionless and were just sitting in the chair... holding a glass of liquor. "You're awake," he said. "Who are you?" I asked. "Your father... was my most trusted bestfriend. And your Mom was one of the most important person in my life- I owe them something so I saved you to pay them. It's just sad because they are dead." He said and looked at me "And you're asking who I am?- that doesn't matter anymore. Natulungan na kita kaya't makakaalis ka na."

Tumango-tango naman si dad. "Just inform us kung may boyfriend ka na, ah. Wag kang mahiya" sabi ni dad sa akin. Gulat akong napatingin sa kanya. Maging sina mom and Liam. Is that you, dad?! Ang alam ko kasi kay dad, siya yung joker sa amin pero siya rin ang pinakastrikto kaya nagtataka kami. "Hon, may lagnat ka ba? Sabihin mo lang" sabi ni mommy at inilagay pa ang kamay sa noo ni dad na animo'y tinitingnan kung may lagnat nga ito, haha. Dad make a face.

“Anong sabi ng Papa mo nung sinabi mong ako ang kausapin?” “Medyo nagalit.” “May ginawa ba siya sa iyo. Sinaktan ka ba?” medyo tumaas ang boses ni Limuel. “H-hindi…pero alam mo 'yon, habang kinakausap niya ako ang tumatakbo sa isip ko ay ang matakot sa kanya. Then I realized all my life I have no memories of other emotions about my father except fear and it makes me feel depressed,” may pumatak na luha sa gilid ng mata ni Tala.

Dad, tears running down his pale cheeks, knelt before me, slapping himself hard. "Yvonne, I apologize to you, okay? I don't know what I did to make you upset… You can hit me or yell at me, I don't mind… But please, don't disown us. We love you. If you're still angry… I'll let you vent. You can take it out on me." He took out a knife, trembling, and put it in my hand, gesturing to cut off his thumb. Mom cried, urging me not to, since he's my father.

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

“He’s my driver, Dad. Of course, we talk sometimes.” He studied me for a long second, like he was trying to read something behind my eyes. “Just remember he works for us. He’s not family. He is just staff.” I smiled sweetly, the same smile I used when I was about to be extra sarcastic. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what Adrian is. And I wonʼt stoop so low to have anything to do with my driver, outside work.” Father’s lips twitched, it wasn't quite a smile, more like he knew I was lying but couldn’t prove it. “Good. Because with your mother bringing this new boy home, things are going to be… different around here. I expect you to be on your best behaviour.”

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

The old woman gets closer to Cassie with curiosity. Her almond shaped eyes and tanned skin shows that they are relatives with Hazel. “Cassie.” Hazel says. “This is my…” Before she sees it, the old woman reaches Cassie’s face and squeezes her cheeks with a broad smile. “Oh.” Cassie gets surprised but doesn't push the woman. “Lola!” Hazel whines, briefly covering her face with a hand out of embarrassment. “Ang ganda mong babae.” The woman speaks in a different language, still caressing Cassie’s face. Oh, Hazel is from the Philippines, if she remembers correctly. So, it must be their language.

Brian answered the call right away, but when he heard my voice, he started yelling at me. “What the hell do you want for me? If you want to die, be my guest! Can’t you survive without me? I feel disgusted when I hear your voice! I’m going to divorce you when I go back. I really can’t stand you anymore!” He hung up right after. Everyone who had extended their sympathy toward me were angry. “He’s such a useless son! His father is in a critical condition, and he’s busy with his mistress!” “What a disgrace to men! Trash!”

He held a digital tablet against his chest, looking at me with a mixture of relief and nervousness. "Miss Beaumont," the young man said, stepping forward and offering a hand. "I’m Julian Vance. I was your father’s junior legal counsel. It is an absolute honor to finally meet you in person." I took his hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "Nice to meet you, Julian. I didn't know my father had someone so young on his legal team."