Tula Para Kay Rizal Novels & Stories

"Not when it's real and you're witnessing it firsthand. Stories are messages, Van. Always most of it is true." "Well, I shall agree to disagree." Van shrugged, "Where is this chapel exactly?" "My grandmother's hometown, Rizal." "Okay, how do we get there?" After half an hour, the duo finished their meals and reached the bus station. They settled in a seat adjacent to each other and waited for the bus to reach minimum capacity for departure. Luna watched the streets filled with busy people walking about in the streets, wondering how her old man is trying to plan things out. She was trying to put herself in his shoes, thinking like him, and rationalizing like him. Why would he go to a place bo

"Hmm, we don't know. Rizal was still sticking to his past, so I don't have a say in that. "What are you two talking about?" Rezoir. "Palawan," Rouston replied sparingly. And he winked at me, and when Rezoir saw that, He grunted. Rouston laughed at his cousin's reaction and walked to the wooden seat, a little far from the mangoes. "What was that?" Rezoir suddenly exclaimed, and I grabbed him by the arm. Ricarde and Demetria?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, they are the ones whose tickets you got from me, huh?" I stared at him hard.