Maikling Kwento Tagalog Na May Aral Novels & Stories

We went to a creek that they said was safe and could not be traced by men like those armed ones who were chasing me and Jack. I was used to doing household chores so it was easier to finish them. My female companions smiled at me to whom I returned with the same response. We didn’t talk but whenever I hear them talking and conversing with one another, I naturally felt calmer. It was enough to keep my mind busy and to avoid getting worried excessively about Jack. We were doing the last batch of everyone's clothes when the 6-year-old child who tried to speak to me before came. His name was Isagani. Chasing his breath, he uttered a few words quickly but I couldn’t understand.