MES: Twenty

Fest

Written by: maywardism

Prompt by: itsmealyg_

("Fest" is a German word which means "fixed")

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To Edward John Barber and Marydale Entrata (happiest birthday babe), to flyers,

to the 16 girls of my life named Jea, Kaish, Cher, Athena, Gab, Meadow, Myth, Mel, Miyuchi, Eth, Whim, Skull, Ria, Ann, Kate and Yell. I've always been asking why and how did I belong here? Haha. (I know for a fact that) I'm nowhere near being a writer but their endless "kaya mo yan" "just write it" "ako rin wala pa" inspired and pushed me a lot to make my own piece of gift for our birthday girl (oh, special mention to our MESsy GC *wink* miss y'all!)

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"Shit. It's too early."

He closes his still sleepy eyes as he covers his face with pillows. The annoying alarm clock and irritative sun rays have always been his most hate part of mornings. Oh, cut it. He hates mornings. Damn much.

He's about to get back to the loving arms of slumber when a sudden realization hits him.

Why do I feel the sun rays touching my skin and why am I hearing a voice?

"Magandang umaga, Dodong!"

He gets up in shock and have his eyes as big as plate when he finally sees what his morning has to offer.

"What the fuck are you doing inside my room?!"

"Ahm... 'magandang umaga din' ba ang ibig sabihin nyan, Dodong? Hehehe." She scratches her head as a sign of confusion.

He does a facepalm as he tries to remember how he ended up being tied in marriage with this promdi girl.

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"Three days?! Dad, are you out of your mind?"

"No, son. I'm excited actually."

"Dad..." I massaged my temples as I closed my eyes firmly, contemplating what my Dad told me. "Can I just clear things out?"

He nodded while sipping his coffee, still holding a newspaper on his right hand. We were having breakfast at the garden.

"First, I'm getting married three days from now. Second, I'm getting married three days from now with the girl I don't even know yet. Third, I'm getting married three days from now with the girl I don't even know yet or else I'm not gonna have my shares in your last will. Seriously, Dad? What's with your fucked up mind?"

I complained and caressed my head after being hit by a rolled newspaper (with less impact).

"Don't cuss. We're in front of foods. I'm still your Dad so don't tone your voice high on me."

As a grownup, it's against my ego to even show a tear falling from my eyes in front of other people especially my Dad but I couldn't help myself not to do so.

All my life, I've been following my Dad and his wants for my life. As much as I wanted to take up photography in college, I took Business Administration since it's his chosen career for me. I studied hard. I never caused any problem either at school or home. I never get out too much like what the normal boys in this generation do. I've been a good son to him so I don't understand why he's setting me in this kind of situation that I only witness on T.V. and books. Never in my wildest dreams that I ever thought it could be possible for this moment to happen, unfortunately on me.