Kindness In Japanese Novels & Stories

Natameme ako dahil tama ang kanyang sinabi. Kento sighed. “Sinabi ko na sa iyo, hindi ba? Me, buying everything for you is my way of making it up to you. Isa pa, have you forgotten the part where I told you that it'll be my treat? So please, stop being bothered by it and just enjoy the perks of being my friend. I won't even mind if you take advantage of me for this whole trip. A few millions of yen won't make me broke anyway.”

sinabayan na naman niya ako ng isang ngiti at hindi hinayaang makatapos sa pagsasalita. “You can, and you will. Just pick what you like, baby.” Nilapitan siya ng isa pang saleslady, may suot na name tag using Japanese alphabet. Hindi ko magawang mabasa na para bang matagal na silang magkakilala nito. “Merusā-sama, mata oai dekite kōei desu”. (Mr. Mercer, it’s an honor to see you again.) “Hisashiburi desu ne, Hana-san. Kanojo ni niau fuku o ikutsuka misete kudasai.(It’s been a while, Hana. Please show me some clothes that would suit my girlfriend.)

"Don't treat me like a kid." "Asus. Tinapik ka lang kasi very good ka. Siguro ang award mo no'ng kinder ka ay 'Best in Kindness'" He tsked before snatching the plastic bag of snacks I bought. "Get inside, Perry." "Arigato." I bowed my head like a respectful japanese before getting inside. Hindi nakalampas sa akin ang pag-angat ng labi niya pagkaikot niya sa driver seat. Excited na ako! I wanna be f*ck while wearing a Kimono!

"J-Just do anything you want, Klyton---" "It should be babe, not Klyton." What the h*ll. "Anong katarantaduhan---" "You should talk calmy. Japanese people hold their temper like how they hold a glass of wine on their hands," sermon sa'kin nito. Palihim naman akong napairap. "F-Fine." "Put your hands on my arms, okusan." "Okusan?" "It means wife."

" (mom and dad) "Ahh. So sad baby, I really miss you na, be with me kudasai." (please) "Three days palang naman kami dito sa Japan, baka sa linggo makakabalik na kami." "Hai. Watashi w*, anata o aishiteimasu Anthea." (Okay. I love you anthea) "Watashi mo. Jibun o daiji ni shite kudasai. Mwuah! Sayonara denstah." (Me too. Take care of yourself baby. Goodbye Denstah.)

If there was spring in the Philippines, this was the perfect example of the feeling of spring, the warm that coms after the cold winter snow. Juancho’s lips found its way to my forehead. “I love you, mahal kita, w*tashi w* anata wo aishitemasu, aishiteru,” bulong niya sa akin. “I love you too, mahal na mahal kita,” masaya kong sagot sa kaniya. “At last you’ve said it, hindi na lang ako sasagot sa Japanese mo kasi hindi ko alam okay?” pabiro kong sabi.

“You’ve told me many times how you always give, how you try to understand people even when they hurt you. Do you know what that tells me?” I bit my lower lip. Pang-ilang beses ko nang punta kay Doc. Hindi ko na mabilang. “Na… mabait ako?” sagot ko na hindi sigurado. Doc smiled a little. “Yes, you are. And kindness is one of your greatest strengths. But Jessica, kindness is only good if it does not destroy you.” It struck me then.