Filipino Last Names Novels & Stories

he said eventually, not entirely convinced but choosing to let it be. He went back to something on his phone. I went back to my book and stared at the page without reading a word of it. Felicia. Her name was Felicia and she filtered his calls and kept people away and told callers he was busy and I had called from a hospital room on the worst night of my life and she had… I pressed my fingers against my neck.

I’ll be there at 4 AM! I laughed hard as I read his message. Jeez. I know him. Filipino Time always. In other countries, that's simply called “late.” In the Philippines, it's called “Filipino time.” Filipino time means being minutes to hours late compared to the standard time. It's like having our clock, albeit aware that the right time is the World Standard Time. Lou: Make sure you will be here at 4 in the morning or else, I’m going to make you starve tomorrow!

Amphitrite "My daughter, be careful there, huh? Just call me when you need anything." I smiled at what mom said. No matter when it's really mama, she's not comfortable every time I'm away from them. "Yes, I'm already here at the exact address given to me. Do you know, ma? This mansion is too big," I said in amazement. I heard mama's laugh on the other line. "Montevergo is the one you will serve, son, why have you changed yet?" Of course. Their last name is well known because they are one of the richest families in the entire Philippines.

“Really? I envy you. This uniform I’m wearing used to be my sister’s. As you can see, it doesn’t quite fit.” “Are you taller than your older sister?” Kate asked incredulously. “Yeah, I am. But only by a couple of inches. My sis is tall too. We all take after our father.” Kate fell quiet because Francine said “father” instead of “pa” or “dad”. In the Philippines, kids never called their parents by their first names (unlike in the US) and usually, only rich kids used “pa” or “dad”. Kate wasn’t exactly a rich kid, as she was only now discovering, but she still grew up calling her parents “pa” and “ma”.

Kela lang din ang pwede kong itawag kay ate. Kasi nagsisimula rin pala sa L ang pangalan ng papa namin, kaya ayaw niyang iyon ang itawag. Siguro, ang papa ko ang nagbigay ng first name namin, at si mama naman sa second name. K kasi siya, Kacy ang pangalan niya. Kacy Angeles. Bitter na tunay si mama. Gumising ako ng alas tres ng madaling araw. Gagawin ko ang dinidikta ng puso ko, iyon ay ang marinig ang panig ni Mr. Buenavista.

"The truth is you are my wife." Nora's mouth rounded. "Oh my! I should have called you Mrs. Martin." "Exactly right." Philip smiled proudly. Meanwhile, Barbara blushed. "I forgot it too. I still feel unfamiliar with the new nickname. It feels like Susan Martin was called, not me." Philip pursed his lips at the thought. "Do you think Mrs. Barbara is better?" "You don't mind if people don't call me by your last name?" Barbara tilted her head. Philip shrugged. "It's not a big problem for me. We need a distinction. What a coincidence, my last name is the same as Kara's family's last name."

Why would you lie to them? "I can't clearly remember what my amiga have shared with me, but I can recall her saying the man's last name. Well, it's not that hard to forget. If you're last name is like a model or, I'll say literally named after a model of a car. Would it be hard for you to remember?" she laughed. "Was it Montecillo?" I asked. I know his last name. I just want to try. "Was it? Uh, yep- No! It was Montero!" She exclaimed.

Mara laughed; this kid is really smart. "Yes, sort of, Quil. But it’s Tagalog, a language from the Philippines. You know the Philippines, right?" Quil nodded. "Yes, mother superior said it’s a tropical group of islands near the Pacific Ocean, and I learned that the Philippines has three main parts: Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao. I wonder what the Philippines looks like," they added. "Don't worry, Quil, we will visit the Philippines soon," Mara said to them.

sagot niya agad. Hearing those words made Euphie grin viciously. She looked up to the guy and said, “I really don't get it. Why do Filipinos have to apologize for something that we didn't really do? Called Ignorant, Pathetic and Reckless by people like you for some small damn reason, when the only thing we do was to welcome and treat you foreigners right better than we supposed to deserve.”

“We have the same last name.” Roríguez. I had never thought of that.