Only For Real Love

III

"You should consider this motif, isn't it perfect? Just like you, serene and bad at the same time." Kunot noo akong napabaling sa lalaking nasa tabi ko.

"Who are you?" I even raised him my brows to show him my disgust to him.

What a way to compliment a woman? Kailangan ba talaga may insulto pang kasama?

"Wrangle Fientez, it's nice to meet you ms?"

"Mrs. Sagracion." It just slip my tounge. Fuck, what's wrong with me?

"Woah! Sorry, bakod na bakod ang sarili ah." May mapang-asar itong ngiti habang nakatingin sa akin.

"Whatever, don't disturb me can you?" Jnis kong litanya.

"Easy babe, I just want to help you choose a motif." He wiggle his brows but I just ignore him.

May ilan pa nga siyang sinasabi pero nagbibingihan na lang ako at kunwaring abala sa paghahanap ng motif.

"Tatag mo..." Mahinang bulong nito na ikinagulat ko.

Agad ko siyang naitulak dahilan para mapatayo ito at mabilis na itinaas ang dalawang kamay na animo'y nahuling nagnakaw.

"Leave me alone." Saad ko at mapanghusga itong pinasadahan ng tingin.

"Wrangler! Lumayo ka diyan kung ayaw mong mawalan ng kumpanya." Noon lang ito tuluyang lumayo ng marinig ang sigaw ng manager ng store.

Nanag mawala saking paningin ang lalaki ay nagpatuloy na ako sa ginagawa na parang walang nangyari dahil muli kong na-enjoy ang paghahanap ng design theme para sa kasal ko.

Naka dalawang magazine na ako ngunit wala pa rin akong magustuhan.

Bago ako pumunta dito ay tumawag ako kay Jark pero hindi ko siya makontak. Ngayon ay muli akong sumubok na tawagan siya dahil mas maganda kung dalawa kami g mamimili. This isn't my wedding alone, it's our wedding so it's just right to have our decisions in every preparation.

Hindi nito muling sinagot ang tawag kaya padarag kong binaba ang aking telepeno at wala sa mood na nagtingin ng i a pang desenyo.

"I'm slowly hating you Jark Fevrier Sagracion." Naiusal ko na lamang.

He's a boring type of a man talaga...

"I like it it, please make sure that this motif will be followed." I demanded as I pointed the picture in the magazine I was holding.

Jark and I should be in this meeting together but he's not been accessible since two days ago. That was a day when we have a food tasting. Since he left the restaurant to go to his secretary I never saw nor contact him.

I called him two times for this session but I immediately gave up when he didn't answer my phone call. He's maybe too busy to even lift a finger to answer mg called. Please insert my rolling eyes, what a bullshit!

"Are you sure that this is the final motif ms. Nuevavilla? Aren't we going to wait for your groom so you have a combined suggestions about the motif?" The gay manager kindly asked.

I gave her a collective smile before slowly shaking my head.

"We've been waiting for half an hour. My yime is precious so yours too." I just simply stated.

"If that's so madam please wait here for a seconds, I will be preparing the form for you to fill up." After telling me thise words the gay left me and go somewhere I can't see.

I patiently waited while still looking at the magazine when a massive built of a man's body stand in front of me. For a minute I did not give my attention to it but when I heard his fake cough I automatically look up to see if my hunch is right.