Strangers Meaning Novels & Stories

Maybe, trying to keep 6 strangers in one place everyday is not the best idea nor a good one. We don’t know each other, but we tried to get along. Unfortunately, we failed. We couldn't relate to each other, which is why it's difficult. Hindi namin maintindihan ang isa’t-isa pero alam kong lahat kami ay gustong mapakinggan.

Questions danced in her mind, unanswered and yet strangely comforting. Who was the mysterious stranger who had reached out to her in her darkest hour? What had moved him to extend a hand of kindness to a weary soul adrift in a sea of despair? As the storm clouds of the previous night dispersed, leaving behind a sky painted in hues of rose and gold, Genevieve found herself pondering the enigma of human connection. In a world consumed by self-interest and indifference, the simple act of kindness from a stranger had illuminated her path with a glimmer of hope.

I walked more near her and lightly pushed her out of my home. "Ha? Hindi naman ako stranger, e! Kapitbahay mo ako," sabi niya na pinatitigasan ang tayo niya para hindi ko siya maitulak ngunit magaan lang siya kaya kahit konting tulak lang ay natatangay na siya. "We're strangers because we don't know each other. You don't know who I am, and I don't know who you are," brusko kong sagot.

“Nangyari?” “Tungkol sa fiance mo.” Ilang minuto siyang natahimik kaya napatingin ako. Tinignan niya rin ako na parang may kung anong hinahanap sa mukha ko. “Sabi kasi nila, mas madaling maka-move on kapag nilalabas at mas madaling maglabas sa mga taong hindi mo kilala, sa mga strangers.” “I don't want to be a stranger though…” mapungay ang mga matang aniya. Hindi ko alam kung dahil ba antok na siya o dahil ba sa isang latang beer.

I don’t really expect them to be friendly towards me. “Sorry about that. They aren’t used to strangers.” Kung iba siguro baka umiyak na sila sa harap ng mga ‘to. She was basically telling me that I am a stranger to them even though we share the same blood. I didn’t react at what she said. Dumako ang tingin ko roon sa isa pang pamilya na katabi nila. Compared to the four of them, they are milder, but they clearly don’t acknowledge my existence here too. How pitiful my life can really be?

“As long as you know my name and you love me, I’m fine with that. I am your husband, don’t ever forget that. Now, sino ang tukmol na ‘yun na kasama mo maghapon dito sa Paris?” “Just a new friend,” kibitz-balikat niyang sagot. “You shouldn’t be talking to strangers,” tila pagalit nitong wika. “Nasa banyagang bansa ka, and you are vulnerable.” “Sanay akong makipagkilala sa mga estranghero, Jayzee. Buong buhay ko’y mag-isa lang ako. I have nothing but strangers all over me when I was growing up.” “I’m sorry,” pagbibigay nito ng pang-unawa. “How did you cope up with that? “Yung bigla ka na lang nawala sa poder ng mga magulang mo?”

“Do I look like a liar to you? I usually go by my nickname in public. It's Ian, Ian Escalera for commoners.” Parang kutsilyo kung tumarak sa dibdib ni Hestia ang katagang “commoners”. Mukhang hindi talaga kung sinong lalaki lang ang napakasalan niya. Pero kahit gano’n, wala siyang intensyon na pagsamantalahan o gatasan ng pera si Ian. Napansin ni Jacob ang tensyon sa dalawa kaya sumingit na ito. “So that makes it official. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Escalera!”

habang iniisip ko na ayaw ko kabaligtaran naman ng katawan ko dahil parang ayaw niyang tumigil. Tama ba ‘tong nagawa ko ngayon? did i really gave my perlas ng silangan to a stranger like him? nakakahiya, feeling ko nakakahiya yung ginawa ko.. can't believe na may nakakita na ng buo kong katawan sa hindi ko pa kakilala.

“I didn’t know who you were. I wouldn’t have—” “I know,” she cut in. “Neither did I.” Silence stretched between them. Awkward. Raw. Heavy with things unspoken. “I didn’t plan it,” she added, her voice softer now. “I don’t usually… do things like that.” He nodded. “Neither do I.” They stood there for a moment, two strangers bound by a mistake neither of them anticipated. “You’re not in trouble,” he said finally. “I’m not that kind of man.”

“Maybe the wolf was in love with the moon and each month they cried out for a love it would never touch. And maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn't have. I don’t even remember why I’m wasting all these tears on you…” Narinig niya na ang tinutugtog nitong piyesa. “Stranger to your love” ang title niyon. It was a beautiful piece, yet sad. She sang beautifully with eyes still closed. He could feel her heart breaking as she was singing the song. Sa malamyos na tinig nito ay para siyang inaanyayahan na lapitan ito. Nagmulat ng mga mata ang babae. Nagtama ang kanilang mga paningin. May namumuong luha sa mga mata nito. Tumigil ito sa pagtugtog.