Goodbye In Filipino

Ang salitang “Kasal” ay wala sa bokabularyo ng isang Alona Desepeda. Kilala siyang maselan pagdating sa mga lalaki at walang pakialam sa sariling buhay pag-ibig. Mas gusto niya ang buhay na mayroon siya at naniniwala siyang hindi niya kailangang magpakasal para makuntento sa buhay. Pero biglang nagbago ang pananaw niya sa buhay bilang Manhater, mula nang makilala niya si Karlos Miguel Sermiento, ang lalaking pilyo, masungit at madalas hinahangaan ng mga babae. Nang dahil sa isang malagim na aksidente ay napilitan si Alona na pakasalan ang anak ng kanilang kasosyo sa kumpanya, ito ay si Karlos. Noong una ay hindi niya ito gusto at naiirita siya kapag naririnig niya ang boses ng binata. Ngunit habang tumatagal ay unti-unti siyang nahuhulog sa kaniyang karisma. Akala ni Alona, ​​totoo ang nararamdaman ni Karlos sa para kaniya, pero palabas lang pala ang lahat. Mamahalin pa rin kaya niya si Karlos kung matuklasan niya ang kanyang malaking sikreto? O pipiliin na lang niyang magpakamartir alang-alang sa pag-ibig?

One night in a dark alley, Hobin was attacked by his classmates with a baseball bat on various parts of his body, they even burned his left eye with a cigarette which caused him to be hospitalized for several weeks. This was followed by the successive deaths of those who beat him.

Lies and broken promises, temporary feelings and ruined relationships. Kelsey's view of love was long tainted after being a product of a broken family. She's never one to patronize infidelity. Third parties and secrets, all bullshit. But she meets Zephaniah Ferriol, and suddenly, everything weren't too normal anymore. She found herself in a position she hated the most. Her views were swayed. Her principles were tested. Her heart was torn.In a chase for dreams and in a battle of principles against emotions, Kelsey fought not to be with him. But all things forbidden are hard to resist.

Rhiane and Darryl have been in a relationship since highschool. Going strong naman ang kanilang relasyon hanggang sa isang araw napansin na lang ni Rhiane na parang may tinatago at hindi sinasabi si Darryl sa kanya. She would always ask him but he would always refuse.What happens to a relationship when secrets come and trust beg to fade?

Aku hanya ingin bilang, “Bertahan mencintai seseorang yang tak lagi mencintai kita itu sangat menyakitkan.” Dariku yang sedang patah hati, _Rindu. Cerita ini mengisahkan seorang gadis yang sangat-sangat mencintai kekasih hatinya bahkan rela mempertahankan hubungannya agar tidak berakhir dengan kata putus, meski sang pacar sudah tidak menganggapnya ada bahkan sudah menduakan cintanya. Seorang gadis bernama Rindu sampai rela berjuang sendirian untuk tetap bisa berada di sisi pria yang jadi cinta pertamanya yang berhasil membuatnya jatuh cinta untuk pertama kalinya. Gadis ini rela bertahan meskipun sudah tidak dinginkan lagi, sudah terabaikan, sudah tidak dicintai lagi. Namun ia tetap berjuangan keras agar hubungan percintannya tidak berakhir dengan perpisahan. Namun sayangnya perjuangannya tak terbalaskan hingga kematianlah yang menjadi akhir dari kisah cintanya.

"Apa yang akan kamu coba, Ra?" Ayra memulai aksi nekatnya dengan perasaan gugup. Dia melepaskan kaitan baju sekolahnya satu-persatu di depan Rendra. "Ayra, kamu jangan nekat!" Lelaki itu panik sendiri dan menoleh ke sana kemari, ke penjuru kelas. Takut jika tiba-tiba ada siswa lain yang masuk. "Aku tahu ini bukan dirimu, Ra!" "Kamu suka cewek yang kayak gini 'kan, Ren?" "Iya! Aku emang suka! Tapi bukan kamu, Ra! Bukan kamu yang harus kayak gini!" Sebelum Ayra membuka kaitan bajunya yang ke-tiga, Rendra menutup bagian depan tubuh Ayra menggunakan jaket yang baru saja dia lepas. Kemudian merengkuh gadis itu dengan erat. *** Ayra merupakan gadis SMA semester akhir. Dia menjadi frustrasi saat tiba-tiba diputuskan oleh Rendra—kekasih yang sangat dia cintai. Alasannya adalah karena Rendra lebih menyukai gadis berpenampilan dewasa. Ayra berusaha sekeras mungkin menjadi apa yang Rendra inginkan meskipun sebenarnya tubuhnya menolak. Rendra sendiri juga tidak menginginkan perubahan itu terjadi pada gadis tersebut. Sementara Attar—lelaki dewasa yang satu rumah dengan Ayra karena mendadak harus bertanggung jawab dengan seluruh kehidupan Ayra pun turut mengekang perubahan gadis itu. Dia sangat menjaga Ayra hingga lebih baik Ayra dia ajak menikah saja daripada melakukan hal berbahaya di luar sana. Akankah Ayra balikan dengan Rendra? Atau justru memilih untuk menikah dengan Attar? ***

It was my birthday. I thought he would take me to see the fireworks by the sea, but he showed up with another woman and her child. “Vera has a kid with her, and it’s inconvenient for them. Be a little understanding. She doesn’t know her way around here, and she has a lot of luggage. I’ll just drop them at the hotel.” He said it so casually, as if he were just explaining some trivial, everyday chore. It was that very gentleness of his that made me feel like I was so unreasonable getting angry over it. He helped them into the car. He leaned down to buckle the seatbelt on the child. Then, he turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t overthink things.” I stood by the roadside and watched them drive away like a picture-perfect little family. As night fell, the sea breeze turned sharp and biting. Still, I waited until a notification of Vera Cannon’s social feed update lit up my screen. He was holding her daughter in his arms. They were watching the fireworks by the beach. It was a surprise I had planned for my own birthday. The comments poured in. [What a perfect match. What a beautiful little family!] Someone asked him why he was not picking me up. He just smiled and said, “Indy is very patient. She won’t be mad.” At that moment, my birthday cake melted into a puddle of frosting. I finally realized that he had not done that to be cruel to me. He was certain that I would always wait for him. However, even the warmest heart grew cold when neglected too many times. The waves crashed against the shore, over and over. With each crash, another shred of my hope washed away. This time, I was not going to wait for him to come back.

To protect the assistant who had been evading taxes, she deliberately gave false testimony in her role as my superior's wife, putting all the blame on me. I protested endlessly, but the law held me accountable. I was imprisoned for two months. Upon release, my colleagues turned against me, ostracizing me and destroying my promotion chances. Seeing that I neither cried nor caused a scene, my wife assumed that I had finally submitted. She even threatened to make amends with a lavish wedding for me. However, during the wedding vows, the assistant, suddenly overtaken by jealousy, ran to the company rooftop and threatened my wife with suicide to force her to cancel the wedding. My wife, who had always been obedient to him, panicked. She abandoned everyone at the ceremony and spent the entire night comforting her assistant. Afterwards, she calmly explained: "Wilson is young and impulsive. I was just afraid he might get hurt. Besides, you were released from prison so early thanks to him. He helped a lot. By right, he's still your lifesaver. I couldn't just abandon him." I looked at the couple rings she had just put on her finger, let out a faint hum, and said nothing. She believed I accepted her excuse and was pleased, even making an unprecedented promise: once she had calmed the assistant, she would take me on a honeymoon. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing. She had already signed the divorce papers, and I had filed a lawsuit in court to have the case heard. From that moment on, we were no longer husband and wife. We were only plaintiff and defendant.

I had been in a relationship with Harry Chalamet for ten years. He stood up for me and even ended up in the hospital after a fight. He financially supported me in my education by laboring on construction sites. Even my friends could tell that he was madly in love with me, and I believed it too. Just when we were about to get married, I noticed he often secretly stared blankly at a photo. But the person in that photo wasn’t me…

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.