HIS FANTASY

7- ONE WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING

"Sweetie, can we talk?" Mom knocking on the door

"Come in mom." I call her

"I remember the day when I was going to marry your Dad, full of excitement. I can't even sleep while waiting for the big day. Now it's your turn, my wish for you is to be happy, have a good health. Be a good mom to your kids."

The drama moments of mom started. "Do you want me to call your Dad? For at least he knows that you're getting married." Mom added to say

"Have you talk to him?" I asked in a frown.

"Actually a few months ago, we met and talked, we talked about you. He told me that, maybe you hate him, so he didn't want me to inform you, but now I change my mind." She said

"Mom, don't do that. He chose to leave us so don't bother him just to go on my wedding day, you and Pete are the most important for me." I told her

"Sheila, he is still you father." Mom insisted

"Yeah, I know but I don't deserve to have a father who's leaving me behind, that is my wedding day mom. He didn't know what we have been through. He doesn't deserve to know that. I'm sorry mom." I explained.

"I'm sorry as well; if I only knew how deeply you hold it in your heart, I would stand up for us. Even if your dad and I didn't get along, perhaps our family would still be intact at this point. At least you are made up and there is no resentment in your heart. This was completely unexpected. I apologized, if I didn't stand up for you."

Despite my mother's efforts to make me understand, I find it incredibly challenging to accept my father, especially when I harbor such strong feelings of hatred towards him. My heart feels closed off whenever I think of him, and the day he walked out of our lives is the day I felt like I lost a father figure.

"Mom, I'm fine. As long as you are in a good health that is the most important to me. I love you mom." I told her.

"Ok, I won't bother you now? Have you finish your novel? I want to read it."

"No, mom I have three or more times to review it. But I have some honest readers! they told me some of my errors, that's why I need to correct them." I said

"Ok good night!" Mom left me in my room, finally, our drama portion ended in a short period of time.

In the morning;

"We should head to a bar and celebrate." I wasn't surprised by my neighbor's friend Jenny Macapagal's emphatic pronouncement. She found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential. She knew that I was going to get married in a week. I'd always considered it part of her charm. But we are not that close, unlike my best friend Anne.

"I'm sure drinking the night before starting a new job is a bad idea."

"Come on, Sheila."

Amidst a clutter of moving boxes, Jenny gracefully settled on the floor of our living room, radiating her captivating smile. Jenny was a girl whose beauty knew no bounds, as she effortlessly exuded an aura of absolute gorgeousness every single day of her life.

"I'm not talking about a bar tender," she insisted. Jenny had an ex-boyfriend who worked at the bar before, but they broke up after five months of dating. That's what she told me.

"Just a glass of wine or two. We can hit a happy hour, and let's get home by eight." I said

"I don't know if I'll make it back in time," she said.

"Deal, but please help me with these boxes. I have to clean the living room before mom scolds me." I said. So, she just helped me out, and she knew there was nothing else she could do.