Why Is Arlecchino Called Father Novels & Stories

Hindi naman siya mag-aartista kung wala siya no’n. Sobrang daming mga babaeng humahanga sa kanya, hindi lang dahil sa kagwapuhan niya, kun’di dahil na rin sa talentong meron siya. He may have come from a wealthy family, but Alej never used that power to step on someone. His feet stayed on the ground. He stayed humble. “Magpahinga ka na, okay? Gigisingin na lang kita mamaya kapag kakain na. Then mamayang gabi e, aalis na rin tayo papuntang Venice.”

Narinig niya ang pagpukpok ni Alejandro sa kamao nito sa mesa at hindi natutuwa sa ginawa niya. "No wonder you were the least favorite in the family, Alessandro. You've always been different and yet Dad kept you." Alejandro's father only kept him to serve a purpose and that's to bury a secret. He has yet to find out what it is but he already knew that he is not going to like it— whatever it is.

Paano na lang kung makita ni Papa sa mukha ng lalaki ang pagiging kahawig nito sa mga apo niya? "Let's go Papà." Aya ko. We should leave before he noticed their resemblance. Marahan kong hinila ang braso ni Papà para makaalis na kami. Isang tango ang binigay niya sa akin. But when we are about to leave, the general's son spoke up, introducing himself as the son of General Montenegro of Montenegro shipping. "Signore Torrecelli, mio padre e il generale Montenegro di spedizione del Montenegro. Tenente colonnello, Gaden Lucas Montengro, Signore Torrecelli."

Mas matalas ang matandang luya. “Daddy,” ulit ni Alec, hindi mabasa ang ekspresyon. Pero hindi basta-bastang sumusuko si Anri. Matigas ang kanyang loob. Itinaas niya ang maliit niyang baba at matapang na sinabi, "Kung tatawagin kitang Daddy, malulungkot si Mama." Bahagyang tumaas ang kilay ni Alec.

Unti-unting humarap ulit kay Vito si Archer. Vito wiped-off gently Archer’s tears away using his fingers. “I’m so sorry if I hide the truth that I’m your real father. I really miss you, Anak. Kamukhang-kamukha kita no’ng bata pa ako. Hindi maitatanggi na anak talaga kita.” “E-Eh. . . B-Bad po mag-lie, Hewo. H-Hindi mo naman po kamukha si Ater, eh. S-Si Naynay po ang kamukha ni Ater,” kontra ni Archer.

Pagmamaktol niya kaya napatingin ako kay Ronald. "Enough with that, son," Ronald scolded him. "But Dad, I need to know," Niccoló insisted. "Okay, fine," Ronald replied, frustratedly, and I glanced at him sharply. He exhaled heavily. "Sorry, wife," he murmured. "Your mom is actually being chased by her father, a powerful and ruthless man, but don't call him grandpa. He's never been a grandfather figure to you," Ronald began, his voice low and tight with suppressed emotion.

tanong ko sa bata. "Do you know how to speak Italian?" tanong niya sa akin. "Yep. Why?" "They are Italians here and I am having a hard time understanding their words..." "Then, don't mind them. Kids are supposed to play and not mind any adults' concerns." "But Daddy and Papa kept on talking in Italian and Mama always asked Papa what was that talk about. That is why I wanna learn how to speak Italian, so I could greatly help Mama." I smiled upon hearing that. Art calls Rex Daddy, while his Papa is Brix and Ali is his Mama.

Huminga nang malalim si Aldo at nagawa pang patakan ng halik sa noo si Arkan. "As I was saying, I am not your uncle, buddy." "Huh? Then what?" sumeryoso si Arkan at tila naging interesado muli. "Because I am your real father, Baby," halos pumiyok ang boses ni Aldo na hindi ko inasahan. |Y_S|

ani ko. Nakita ko paano umalon ang lalamunan niya. “I-Ikaw si A-Albana Armano!?” hindi makapaniwalang saad niya. Ngumiti ako at tinaasan siya ng kabilang kilay. Takot na takot ang Father-in-law ko nang humarap ako sa kaniya. “Oo! Ako si Albana Armano! Nagulat ka ba, My Father-in-law?”

"Y-yes, Sir..." I heard giggles from Anzo's aunts. Ngumisi naman si Sir Alerio. "Drop off the Sir, Arielle. Tito will do, but you can call me Papa now." "P-papa?" I gulped. Nagpabalik balik ang tingin ko kay Anzo at kay Tito Alerio. Sir Alerio smiled. "Yes. From now on, call me Papa." "Call me Tita, Arielle." "Me too."