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Part II
The Wedding. I arrive at the church, filled with only just a few people. I realize that Ann chose to invite only the closest people to her. Andrew is not from the country and only his family is here to witness the church wedding. “I came back because I wanted you to be there at my wedding.” The hell! Is she trying to play a prank on me? This can’t be true. She’s trying to make me stay away and stop telling her how badly I want to be with her. But why do I have a strong feeling that it is not true?
“James! You’re here!” Dianna, an old friend from our high school approached me. She points at the white piano. God, you must be kidding!
“A wedding that’ll be started with an amazing music played on a white grand piano would be nice, isn’t it?” she said, randomly writing stuff on her small pocket notebook one time.
She didn’t tell me I would have to sing for her even I am skilled ever since. I now know why. Because she was secretly hoping that we both would have to listen to that music anyway.
I take a closer look on the place I would have to stay. A bunch of wedding songs. Some I don’t know. Some I have been playing before. “Surprise me,” says a note on top of the lid. I can’t help but smile. Her naughty side plays again. I admit, it is working even my heart is slowly dying, knowing that she will be completely taken away from me after a few hours.
When I have found a song, not taking Andrew the right to feel delighted when Ann walks down the aisle, I stand up again to roam around. People are busy while all I can do is to watch how the place was designed to translate the feelings the couple are sharing.
Oh yeah. She did it. She successfully brought everything she planned to life. Yellow combined with her favorite color, pink, is not bad after all. It is in fact pleasing to the eyes. Nah. I never doubted her artistry, anyway. The place is just as simple as her. No fancy and insignificant details, she lets the people inside give the feeling of intimacy and happiness for the event. Everyone is indeed happy. Everyone, except me.
Everything I see right now is a sheer reminder of all the wishes Ann spoke to me about her wedding. This is her supposed plan, envisioning me to be right by her side. So is this a joke? Maybe there are cameras around, trying to capture how a secret lover feels about his girl’s wedding. Where is it?
I look around. But there was none. For a second I wished that I was just in a reality show. That people around me are just playing a prank. I won’t be angry at all. I’d be delighted. Because it is better than accepting that all these things are happening. It’s a stab in my heart to wear this coat than that meticulously designed tuxedo Andrew would probably be wearing.
“James?”
“Mrs. Camilla?” I realize that our high school music teacher is here, of course to attend the wedding. It is good to see her again. Thinking about everything now, I can tell she’s a sign. A sign? Are you a sign Mrs. Camilla? She was the one who used to constantly start the teasing inside the class. “I am a fan of you two. You just look great together,” she would always say.
“You know I’ve always thought you two we’re going to end up together. This is a surprise,” she tactlessly delivered, looking straight to my eyes as a welcome.
“Isn’t this her dream wedding? A serene with all the people who matters to her the most,” she smiles, appearing to be implying something.
