The Surname Mistake

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“Be patient...Be patient.” I kept chanting those short sentence in my head like a mantra.

I'm currently seated on one of the hard, uncomfortable bench here in the public park. I could literally feel the numbness spreading on my butt as I waited for her, and can I just say that I am already waiting for exactly one hour and thirty minutes now.

I was once told that women takes a lot of time to get ready, they'll take approximately 25 minutes to pick their best outfit, and about another 25 minutes for their hairstyle thing. For me...That was kinda stupid. I mean, why bother picking out the best one? They're just clothes, it's not like picking a best outfit could give you fortune or anything.

But women thinks otherwise.

I heaved out an irritated sigh as I took a short glance on my red spiderman wristwatch, which I loathed at first, to look at the indicated time for the umpteenth time already.

I was about to stand up and give up for today, but the footsteps stomping on the perfectly groomed grass stopped me from doing so. At first, I didn't looked up to see who it was because it wasn't that much important for me...But the angelic voice that called out my name had me looking up almost immediately.

“Sorry I'm late.” She breathed before placing her small, delicate hand on top of her chest as she panted.

“Uh— Well— I— You—” I stuttered, stupidly.

I sat up straight while rubbing the back of my neck as I look down, discreetly darting my eyes towards her.

She's wearing a simple white knee length dress laced with a thin pink ribbon that wraps around her waist. She's also wearing the white flat shoes that I gave her last year during her birthday.

She looks like a perfect bride.

“Dessy.” She called out as she waves her small hand infront of me.

“Oh, sorry.” I replied, sheepishly.

My long wait was absolutely worth it.

“It's alright,” She giggled before occupying the space next to me. “So, as I was saying earlier, I am really, really sorry that I took so long to get here.”

“T-that's alright.” I replied, not without that stupid stuttering, of course.

I feel ashamed and mostly stupid. I'm a freaking 7 years old man, and yet...I'm here standing before her and stuttering like an idiot who's speaking English for the first time.

“So! You told me that you're gonna tell me something important.” She slowly stated as she swung both of her legs in a rhythmic movement of back and forth.

“A-ah! Yes...About that,” I gulped down the big lump in my throat before scratching my heating cheeks with the fingertip of my index finger. “V-Vony...I-I just wanted to tell you that...I-I...I-I l-li—”

“HOLY FREAKING FROG!”

I instantly shot my eyes open when I felt the piercing cold water touch my skin.

“Good morning!” Someone merrily chirped.

“I'm going to freaking kill you.” I threatened, groggily.