Goodluck In Tagalog Novels & Stories

He stared at me and smiled, “Oh, sorry, I wanted to wipe your sweat away.” I could hear a girl sqeualing deom behind us as shewhisper to her friend, “Awe,tingnan mo yung ginawa ng poging lalaki sa girlfriend nya! Sana all!” She said in tagalog which doesn’t help as Ajax couldn’t understand it. Translation: (“Awe, look at the handsome guy and what he did to his girlfriend! hope all!) “Tsk, magbre-break rin yan!” Replied her friend.

So instead of saying the words sitting on the very tip of my tongue, I smiled and said, “Thanks, Marx. I’ll call you if I need you, but let’s go home.” “At least you’ll have some good news to give my dad when you see him tomorrow, so that’s a bit of a silver lining,” he said on our way home. We were in his fancy Bugatti, his leather seats as soft as butter beneath me and a control panel to rival those of a space ship on the console. “What do you mean I’ll have some good news? Shouldn’t it be we have some good news to give him? Don’t you want to be there when I tell him?”