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THE ARRANGEMENT - TAMILE

MILE POV

Phakphum Romsaithong, hands clenched tightly together paced his bedroom. The suit he was wearing felt stiff. He had resigned, already, that his parents had arranged for him to be married to some guy from people they knew as friends. He had never met the family, as they had lived miles away.

Today, however, the family was going to be arriving for dinner. It certainly was an important affair, as Phakphum gathered by the numerous preparations going on around the house. Everything was in perfect order, when there came a knock on the front door.

Mile, as he liked to be called, couldn't leave his bedroom. He was nervous. He fretted, because he was marrying him, even if he didn't like him. 'Oh Lord', he thought to himself.

What am i going to do? I don't want to be married to a man that i don't know. In a few hours, he would become this man, whose name was the only thing she truly knew about him.

Nannakun Pakapatpornpob, his mind rolled the name around. Again and again.

"Well, Nannakun Pakapatpornpob," Mile said out loud to his reflection in the mirror.

"What am i getting myself into?" He could hear the commotion going on down below him. The ringing of laughter drifted into his ears. That seemed like a good sign to him.

Before he left his room, he gave himself a look over. He stood tall and straight. He was wearing the wedding suit that his mother had picked out for him. He was pleased by it, even though he was wary about what was about to take place.

He had white shoes on his feet that made him feel as though he were walking on a cloud. He took up his flower bouquet, which held a variety of colors arranged in a elegant basket.

A soft knock came on Mile's door. He opened it, and there stood his six-year-old niece who was to be his flower boy. He looked absolutely adorable in his little white suit, which matched the one in which he was wearing minus the glitter in some parts of the sleeve. He held a miniature version of the bouquet he held in his hands.

Mile leaned down to Barcode's level, kissing his tender forehead. "Come Barcode, let's go. It's almost time. You look so handsome, my sweet little pumpkin." The little boy looked up at him, with a big smile. Mile took Barcode's little, warm hand into his own, and left his bedroom.

The ceremony itself, was going to be held in the large sitting room. The reception was then going to move out onto the terrace. The well-kept lawn ended where a thick, dense forest lay. Everyone was going to be there. He was so nervous; his hands were shaking.

He drew in a deep breath as he and Barcode stopped just before the door to the sitting room. The music began, and his groomsmens began their journey down the aisle to the front of the room, where the minister stood. When it was Barcode's time to enter, he hesitated, looking back at Mile. Mile winked and smiled at the little boy. He turned and disappeared, already tossing the red rose petals around.

The music turned to his entrance music.

'Here i go', Mile thought. And entered the door. The room had been arranged where there were chairs on both sides of the great room. Each chair had a big, white bow on the back. He was so nervous, he could hardly keep his gaze ahead of him, not to mention he couldn't even think to look at his groom.

It was when he got the alter and stopped that he was able to look him over. He was tall, with broad shoulders. He wore a handsome white tux with a black cummerbund. He had on white shoes. His dark skin contrasted nicely against the white. He had jet dark brown hair, just as Mile. His face was handsome. He had striking blue eyes that matched the color of the sky outside the window.