Novel & Cerita Kuya In Japanese

Korean spicy chicken, mashed potatoes, Nachos, and many more. “I just remembered my Kuya.” Isinuot n’ya sa kamay ko iyong disposable gloves. “This is exactly the food he kept on buying before kapag I do something good. You’ll be a good Kuya to me for sure,” sabi ko at isinubo iyong isang piraso ng chicken. Pero hindi ko ‘yon tuluyang naisubo dahil hinawakan n’ya ang wrist ko. Nakakunot ang noo n’ya nang magsalita s’ya, “Kuya? You see me as your Kuya?”

hinalikan ako sa pisnge ni Kuya at ngumiti siya. "Strawberry, please." Nagpa-cute pa ako kay Kuya. "Sure, babalik din ako pagkatapos ko." He said. "Bye, kuya! Take care!" habol kung sabi at lumabas na agad siya. — After a months...

I know for sure something was up. "Do you have any idea what's happening to Kuya?" I asked him. Nanatili ang tingin niya kay kuya. "Hindi ko alam, Yna kahit bestfriend ko siya hindi naman siya madalas nagsasabi ng problema. Kilala mo naman siya, 'pag problema niya kinikimkim niya. Ewan ko ba diyan sa ugok na 'yan, ayaw niya raw makaabala ng iba. Ang sarap bayagan." Natawa naman ako sa sinabi niya. "Never mind what I said. Ganyan lang talaga ako sa kuya mo. But seriously wala akong alam, Yna. He's too secretive sometimes. Kahit nga ako, hindi ko rin siya natatanong sa personal niya."

sabi ni Kuya saka huminga ng malalim. “Hello, Khen!” biglang sabi ng isang babae mula sa hindi naming alam kung saan siya nanggaling. I look at my brother who is now looking at the woman with his dagger eyes. “Back off, Adelaine,” Kuya harshly said to the woman who is standing in front of him, she looks sophisticated with her simple outfit. Hindi man lang siya natinag sa pagtrato ni Kuya sa kaniya.

"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."

Kabanata 117 — Good Mentality “Kuya Song!” Sa tawag na ‘yon, ay napangiwi si Mr. Song. Halos mapailing siya, dahil kahit nasa bingit na ng kamatayan, mukhang may diskarte pa rin ang babaeng ito. This woman… she’s not simple.

malambing na tanong nito. "Kuya Gabriel..." Napapikit siya nang marinig 'yon na para bang nasasaktan. "Stop calling me like that," may bahid ng inis na turan niya sa'kin. "Every time you call me Kuya, it feels like you're putting a wall between us. A wall I shouldn't break... but I want to," dagdag pa nito. Hindi agad ako nakasagot sa sinabi niya. Hindi pa rin ako sigurado kung gising ba talaga ako o panaginip lang lahat ng 'to.

They already given me enough, it's time for me to pay them back. Kuya is also busy with his security agency. Minsan umuuwi ito sa mansion but most of the time nasa condo niya kasi mas malapit lang sa kanyang work place. But from time to time he's checking on me. He always make sure na okay lang ako, kami ni Mom at Dad. The security in our mansion is tight, even in our building. He also assigned body guards for me pero hindi ko sila nakikita kasi sabi ko kay kuya hindi ako komportable.

umi-iyak na sabi ko kay Kuya. "Shhhh tahan na kuya'd here..." Pagtatahan sakin ni Kuya. 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 . . . 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

Kuya closed his eyes and he drew a magic cirlce once again— but just like what happened a while ago, no one appeared in front of me. Kung ano-anong paraan na ang sinubukan ni Kuya ngunit wala talaga. I looked at the people around me and they all gave me a look of disgust. Bigla naman akong nahiya sa nangyari. "Sorry to say this, Misha, but you can't be a queen without a mate," Sabi ni Kuya. I looked at him at bigla namang nagbago ang mukha niya. From a look of pity ay naging galit ito at pandidiri.