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Pablo jolted on his bed at once. "Ayesha!" I immediately stopped her. The people in the room were also surprised at her sudden action. "My bad!" Ayesha uttered. "He is like my younger brother in Kuwait. I just miss him!" My friend added. I shifted my stare at the young lad and tapped his shoulder. "No te preocupes. Hablo bien español!" (Don't worry. I can speak Spanish well). Pablo felt relief that somebody could understand him. I couldn't imagine his life in the Davis household. All three of them didn't study the language. Lucky me, I studied that when I was taking my major in medicine. Our professor said it was badly needed.

Luciano asks out of nowhere. I think for a second and then answer him honestly. “Yes.” I have always liked learning different languages that’s why I know how to speak Spanish besides my mother language that is English. I look around myself and notice that there are not so much people out here. I think this has something to do with the fact that today is Wednesday. A busy day in middle of weak. Different tourists are also here taking pictures with their camera. Luciano stops infront of a small shop and I check it to see it is a small book shop.

– Lauren spoke really excited, you could see it in the anxious gleam in her eyes when exposing something so familiar and intimate, a comfort that made her remember home when realizing that Karila was interested in that fact. “I don't know anything about Spanish, it sounds difficult, it sounds like Latin. – Karila notably indicated indecisively. Lauren nodded, nodding in agreement with her hit. “You can teach me a phrase in Spanish, something different, and I can teach you something in Arabic. – Karila suggested lostly inserted in that fact. Lauren brightened at her suggestion, ready to help in any way she could. Constant thoughts of her going in directions that would give her a good head sta

Adams admitted, his voice barely audible. “It's Spanish, it means hand. Mano Beta means you are my hand, and do you know what the responsibility of a hand is to the body?” Lucian asked, his voice rising in excitement, his eyes gleaming with pride. “To assist the body,” Adams replied, his voice steadier now, his eyes meeting Lucian's with newfound confidence. “Yes, correct. So, my friend, your opinion does really matter. So I will ask the question again. What are your thoughts on what I did to my friend Rodriguez?” Lucian demanded, his voice rising in pitch and intensity.

Pero means but. Hush. I thought for a moment, more back to when Elsa would bilingually mutter under her breath. "Pedidos?" She turned from the filing cabinet, smiling. "Exacto! Pedidos. You're getting better, chica! Now, let me see.. Ah, sí! Los pedidos de mantenimiento... Ah, here they are!" That was exacto the way I'd learnt the words for orders and maintenance. She pulled out a folder for me and held it out smiling.

He said I went more nearer to him, much more proximity now that his knee is touching my thigh from his chair. " Sit here and do the typing just as I say " He said. I just nodded and sat beside him, he changed the language to Spanish in laptop. But I don't know spanish. " Sir, I don't know Spanish " I said while looking at the laptop. " I changed the keyboard settings to English, you will type in English, it'll automatically transcript to Spanish " He said while handling me his laptop.

Just there, in a different language, entirely itself. "She said things that don't exist yet in English," Dante said. "And now they do," Elian said. He set the book on the table between them. They looked at it — this object that had not existed six months ago and that existed now because Catalina Reyes had sat in her Lisbon flat with four languages and eight years of applied attention and had found the English inside the Spanish without losing what made the Spanish worth finding. "She's going to be extraordinary at this," Elian said.

I say, looking to my mate who nods and furrows his eyebrows as he gets down to business. The words will come, Juno tells me my mind. I nod in understanding. This was the one part I worried about the most, knowing what to say or how much to say. Juno continually reassured me that I would know exactly what needed to be said each time, because it will be different with each region that we speak to. “Any ideas about the languages we can expect?” Scarlyt asked. Spanish, the old way, German, Italian, Swedish, maybe Portuguese. I would be prepared for French as well,” Gabryl tells her. She nods in understanding and begins to flip through a giant book she brought with her.

Lucian chuckled, “vivir mi vida means live my life and vive tu vida means live your life.” “Oh,” she nodded in understanding. Hearing a chuckle beside her, she glared at Lucian, “you don’t have to make fun of me you know, its understandable if I don’t know the difference.” “Yes, it’s very understandable but it would be great if you don’t attempt to correct Antonio, he is a Mexican, this is his home and he has been speaking Spanish all his life.” “I wasn’t correcting him, I was just stating because of Mac Anthony’s song, that’s all, it’s not like I know the meaning,” she rolled her eyes, “anyway, was that a piña-colada he was drinking?”

I shook my head quickly. “What language then?” “Español, obviamente.” His lips twitched. Amusement. Barely there, but I saw it. I clasped my hands together dramatically. “Como no hablas español, puedo insultarte como quiera, pero déjame ir.” (Since you don’t speak Spanish, I can insult you all I want, but please let me go.) He tilted his head like he understood every word. Before he could reply, headlights sliced through the dark. A cab slowed, horn blaring.