Strange In Tagalog Novels & Stories

Babae “Nahulog ako sa mga bulaklaking mga bigkas, mala-langit na pangako na hindi ko napansin sa huli ay inuuod na tangkay at nabubulok na petalya na siya nang kumanlong sa akin habang buhay."

I was hoping it might be a clue and I could find someone na gaya ko. A stranger in this world. But my search was futile dahil nalaman kong that language was steam from the south and it is called Feysac. Bago pa ako makapag salita ay napadako ang paningin ko sa dalawang maliit na kuneho. It shivered and stared to run off towards it cage. Heh. Asan ngayon ang angas nyo? I smirked. Thinking on how I could cook them.

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!

Napa titig ako sa kawalan. Agad na inabot ko mula sa may leeg ko ang nakatagong kwentas ko. Tinitigan ko 'to ng ilang sandali. Naramdaman kong may isang butil ng luha ang pumatak sa pisngi ko. 'Someday we'll see each other again my Mi hija' Nagising ako ng may naramdaman akong sumusundot sa pisngi ko kaya agad na sinamaan ko nang tingin ang may gawa nun..

I went into the kitchen to grab soda for us and came back to see Kara sheepishly grinning like a naughty kid. “What’s up Kara?” I asked “Oh nothing” she responded “I know that stupid grin too we’ll, you tell me what it is or I wipe it off your face missy” I said with a fake frown. “You taste so good Angel, I hard a great time. E.” She read out from my phone. “Someone got a text!” She screamed running around my living room. I rushed after her trying to grab my phone off her hand to no avail. Angel? That only means one person, the tattooed stranger.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

thanks to her for saving me that day. ********** A/N: 'Tangina' is a curse word usually used by Filipinos to express anger or any other emotion. A common term nowadays and is used to sound punk and cool in the Philippines. It originally meant "a bitch mother" if translated verbally. The male lead of the story here is a mafioso or gangster, so the word suits him as an expression. It is a vulgar cuss word in the Philippines that could be associated with words like fuck, shit, bitch, and other curse words.

Could he be a scammer? : Kakaiba ka, hindi ako makapaniwala na makakaramdam ako ng ganito. (You're different, I couldn't believe I could feel this way.) I am shocked that he can speak Tagalog. I didn't think I could talk to anyone else who was good at Tagalog except Fritz, Ev, and my parents. : Are you Filipino? You can speak Tagalog... A few minutes passed without anyone replying so I just put my phone down again and closed my eyes.

Kung tama ako, bakit parang hindi alam ng mga magulang niya kung makatulak ang mga ito sa kasal? Hindi ko kaagad naialis ang tingin sa kaniyang kamay kaya hindi ko namalayang nakatigil na pala ang sasakyan. Kung hindi pa niya tinawag ang pangalan ko ay hindi ko pa malalaman na nandito na pala kami. Bago ko pa masalubong ang tingin niya, bumaba agad ako ng sasakyan. I adjusted myself from this place. It’s still part of Manila, I guess. Sa tapat ay ang malaking bahay. Katulad ng amin ay maliwanag din ito mula sa labas. Ang pinagkaiba lamang ay ang pakiramdam na meron ako ditto. This feels like home, unlike our house.

I said. "Sir, I don't understand ahm... speak English." He replied, D*mn it! nalimutan ko wala pala ako sa pinas, P*nyet*ng! (I forgot I'm not in the Philippines, mother f*cker!)