Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 45

A boyfriend sounds nice—but fiancé was music to my ears.

I never thought that the first relationship I'd introduce to my parents would be this—not just a simple boyfriend-girlfriend stage

How would I exactly tell them that I'm engaged? Would they believe me if I said that I was bewitched, and I ended up saying yes to the brother's friend when he asked me for a marriage? Definitely, no.

All I know is that I'm happy and I need to tell them that I'm getting married!

Akio sliding the ring in my hand was the last call, I knew that I couldn't say no to him. Who wouldn't want to marry a man like him? He's everything I've ever wanted in a man.

Nagkalabuan man noon, it was because we were young—immature and still growing.

Now that we're back in each other's arms, having already learned from our past mistakes and long forgiven each other for the pain we've caused.

He doesn't make me laugh, figuratively and literally, but at least he doesn't make me cry and make me feel all the love that I deserved no matter how evil I was to him in the past.

Sa lahat ng ginawa ko, ang pag-oo lang yata ang ginawa kong tama sa tanang buhay ko.

My happiness was my top priority—ours, but he'll probably understand that my current priority now was to tell my friends that I am engaged.

Pagkatapos niyang mag propose sa akin ay naglaan kami ng maliit na panalangin ng pasasalamat at paalam sa kaniyang mga magulang. I was all giddy on the ride home. My lips were stretched in a big smile, refusing to fade. I was feeling over the clouds that nothing could change my mood into a foul disposition.

Happiness skyrocketed through me, my heart pounding so wildly it felt like it might burst free.

I watch my boyfriend on the drive with his fingers lingering on his lips as if he's trying to hide the smile of contentment. He glanced at me for a second, manoeuvring the steering wheel—his veins were visible from where I sat.

Seeing him smirk, I shook my head in amusement. Oras na ang nakalipas, my heart was still hammering against my chest.

God, I'm so lovesick.

Inamin na naming gusto namin ang isa't-isa, but looking back... we never really put it into words. It was all expressed through actions—silent, yet understood. That's why we felt secure with each other. Indeed, love was brewed maturely the second time around.

I never believed in second chances. My parents' relationship was the epitome of trust and commitment. They were each other's first in everything, unknowingly they set a high standard in my mind. They perfectly fit, completing what others lack to make them whole as long as together.

I never did—but I did believe in Akio. We have been hurt and through alot. We were the perfect mix of risk, thrill, and chaos—destined to break each other. But maybe, the reason why we are still here is because we're the only one who's meant to fix ourselves.

Sa daan ng pagkasira, nawala ang ibang bahagi na bumubuo sa amin na hindi kailanman maibabalik pa. Ngunit kayang punan ng pagmamahal na mayroon kami sa isa't-isa.

The missing pieces had been with us all along. We carried our broken parts in hope and searched for someone to put them back, unknowingly the pieces hidden in our pockets would come handy one day—finally making us whole again.

"I love you," I whispered lovingly.

Mabilis niya akong nilingon at binalik rin ang tingin sa harap. "What?"