The Story of Us | ViceRylle

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Tristan watched his mom paced back and forth in the room, in her wedding gown. Panic was written all over her face as she walked and stopped in front of the mirror and checked herself for the nth time that afternoon.

"Tristan, sweetie. Tell me the truth, do I look fine in this dress? I feel like my belly is too big." She rubbed her belly as her anxiety continued to kick in.

"How about my make up? Is it too much or—oh my goodness, my pimple is showing! And my hair is a mess. I don't think I'm ready for this."

"Ma," Tristan stood behind her, she looked at him through the mirror, "You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen." He assured his mother with a genuine smile.

Karylle smiled at him in return, feeling at ease now. It's her wedding day. This is really happening.

"Are you excited?" he asked her.

"I am. But I'm also nervous. Totoo na ba talaga 'to?" She slapped her cheek lightly which caused Tristan to giggle.

"Totoo na talaga 'to, Ma. You're getting married. I'm so happy for you, for Dada. For us." his voice began to crack at his last sentence, he rubbed his eyes. He has always wanted them to be a family and now it's finally happening.

"Something went inside my eye." Tristan lied.

A small smile formed on Karylle's lips while she looked at her son through the mirror. She turned around to give her son a hug.

As soon as Tristan heard Karylle sniff, he pulled away from the hug.

"Ma, bawal umiyak. Masisira yung make-up mo. Sige ka, chaka mo na mamaya." he joked, this made his mom giggle. Tristan carefully wiped the tears in her eyes, making sure the make-up would not smudge.

"I'll go check up on Dada. No more crying, okay?" he said to her and she nodded.

Vice was still getting his hair done when Tristan entered his room. He chuckled while watching his hairstylist and make-up artist do their job.

"Uy, Tristan. Anong tinatawa mo dyan?" Vice's eyebrows furrowed, he was looking at him through the vanity mirror.

"It's just so funny how you take longer time to get ready than Ma."

"Ganun talaga, Tristan." Buern, Vice's hairstylist answered. "Maganda na yung mommy mo e, kaya wala na masyadong kailangan gawin." he added causing everyone to laugh except Vice who gave Buern a death glare.

"Nakakatawa yon? Nakakatawa yon? Eh kung tapusin mo na lang kaya yung trabaho mo 'no? Baklang 'to!"

When his hair and make-up were done, his stylists left Tristan and Vice in the room to have a moment.

"Grabe." Vice exhaled, "Ikakasal na ang bakla." It was finally sinking in to him.

"Yup, to my mom." Tristan said proudly.

Tristan saw water forming in his Dada's eyes and he was quick enough to wipe them before it completely streamed down his cheeks. Vice was caught off guard by his son's sudden movement.

"Masisira yung make up mo then it's gonna take another 5 hours to get you ready. Baka iwanan ka na ni Ma sa altar kasi ang tagal mo." the teenager explained in which he earned a light smack on the arm from Vice.

"Tara na nga bago pa tayo magka-iyakan. Gusto ko ng pakasalan Mommy mo para makapag honeymoon na agad kami."

"Ew, Dada! You're gross." Tristan scrunched up his nose in disgust. He doesn't even want to think about it.