My Antagonist Wife *completed*

Twenty Nine

"Mj!" Cleo smiled when he saw me in front of his desk. "What brought you here?"

"What else, to get a tattoo?" I said while playing with my car keys.

"Ohh, five tats aren't enough huh?" He smirked and told me to sit down. "What is it now?" He asked while searching for his books of tats.

"I have something in mind already." He looked down at me.

"Really? Tell me the details." He sat down on his swivel-like chair and faced me.

"Roman numeral. My child's death date." He formed an O-shape through his mouth.

"Where do you want it to be placed?" I point on my right shoulder.

"Okay. What about your first tat? When do you want it to be covered?" I was surprised with his question.

"Uh...I don't want it to be covered yet." He gave me a why-the-hell-you-dont-want-it-to-get-covered-yet look.

I just shrugged at him and sat comfortably on his reclining chair. He shook his head at me while walking towards me.

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I lied to Pris. I know she'll get fuming mad if she founds out about me not wanting it to be covered yet. Its not that I still hope for something to happen. I just don't get the point of covering it.

"Maj, get your ass out now! We're going to be late!" I heard Pris' voice from outside the bathroom.

"Fuck you! That's what I get for doing your hair and make-up?!" I said while wearing my pumps.

I hurriedly went outside the bathroom and went straight into the dresser. I admit the dress looks great on me. I smiled and check on my hair and make-up. I grab my purse from the table and the keys to the Sportage.

Lara and Greg headed out first. Tita Corazone sent someone to fetch us, but Pris and I insisted on going by ourselves. We have decided that I would be the one driving.

"Have you decided about the songs?" Pris' seated beside me and Shaun's busy taking a nap at the backseat.

"Songs?! Seriously, Pris?" I laughed.

"Seriously, Maj. Lara just texted me a while ago. The band for the reception can't make it. Tita requested for you to sing at the reception." I stepped on the breaks.

"Fuck! What just happened?!" Shaun said while looking outside the window.

"You're kidding, right?" I looked at her and she shook her head.

"What's the prob, really? Just pick some love songs!" She rolled her eyes at me.

I continued driving while thinking of love songs. How the hell will I know anything about love songs? All I know are heartbreak songs. That's where I'm good at. I usually sing love songs by requests only.

After almost two hours of driving, we arrived at the church. The church was jampacked with people. We had a hard time finding where Lara and Greg were.

"Guys!" Lara looks good on her dress.

She smiled at us and hugged us. I looked at all of us.

"Great! We're all wearing either my design or my ex-bestfriend's design! Right move, guys! Way to go!" They just laughed at me.

Now that I see it, it really doesn't feel right. I feel uncomfortable now that we are all wearing the clothes from ZBJ. I suddenly feel like I'm suffocating from my dress. I suddenly want to change my dress.

The whole wedding went on. Fortunately, Lara's dad requested a song so I didn't went through the deep thinking. While singing, I can't help not to get teary at all. I don't know why. I should be happy for people who are getting married, but maybe wedding ceremonies aren't my thing at all.