Better With You

Chapter Twenty Three

Disclaimer: This story is pure imagination of the author. There are some part that is inappropriate, so don't read it if it's making you uncomfortable. Thank you!

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In just one blink, I am wearing a white gown, with make up on. I am staring at myself in front of the mirror. I am attending my own wedding, with a heavy heart.

I once dreamed of getting married to the person I love, but unexpectedly I am getting married to the person I barely even know.

Though, they gave enough time to know eachother, I realize that, that wasn't my dream.

I dreamt to marry because of love, not because of having to.

Maybe, a lot has happened. Yesterday, I am a student, and today I am a bride. Totally leaving my freedom as a not that young girl.

I made so much time to build my walls, only to end up in this kind of relationship or should I say situation.

Greggy is a nice guy, I won't deny the fact that I've already fallen in love with him.

I wish Dad made the right decision of making me marry Gregorio.

I heard a knock, I diverted my eyes on the door, and uttered "Come in"

Dad entered the room. He is looking good wearing his barong, and his hair having gel.

He smiled at me. I did the same.

"You're getting married" He said, while staring at me.

"I am" I said, sweetly.

Perhaps the reason why he changed is because he's making me a favor; he's probably guilty from what he's making me do.

"Dad, any change of mind?" I wished I uttered it loud.

"You look beautiful, Anak" He complimented.

I smiled bitterly. "Thank you, Dad" Hearing him call me "anak" is like a bitter sweet.

Not even once he called me Anak instead he calls me a failure.

Seeing any changes of my grades, he would call me a failure. That really does stuck in my mind.

Maybe that was his way of parenting as he say.

He was hurt, but am I not?

Still, I chose to understand.

I'm just glad he changed.

Dad come closer to me, and hugged me. "I'm sorry for making you do this"

"It's fine, Dad. I understand" And I did it again. I chose to understand because that's only thing I can do. 

"Let's go?" He said.

I nodded as an answer.

We hop in a carriage, and left.

We arrived at the church.

I am smiling despite of not knowing what emotion I has in the moment. Am I nervous? Sad? Or happy?

I come out the carriage, with a fake wide smile.

I found myself walking through the aisle. None of the people inside the church is familiar. Most of them are Dad's business partners.

I roamed my gaze, and that one person caught my attention. And he is familiar.

He is looking at me, as if he didn't expect me to see. Either I do.

No— he's staring at me. He is staring at me, with his jaw dropped.

I wish I am just hallucinating, but I wasn't. It is for real.