Maeve
My birthday pass and Valentine. I am still single. I never tell him that we are together or what, but I agreed on marrying him and asked for a prenup. He laughed at me telling me that he won't snoop on my account. He didn't provide one. I am still thinking of what he is planning.
I thought a lot of negatives and I am sure that in the end I will be left wounded and defeated from the battlefield. I never receive a gift or even chocolates from him, he was back in the city and he will be back where I don't know when. But I wish that he will come back to me.
I always feel gloomy and I am always thinking if he would ever love me. Would he? I even work out a lot and make my skin fair and so on and forth just to be beautiful for him. Why am I still hurting on what I am doing?
A month ago, he and I talk to my parents about the wedding. My dad was only quiet, and I know that he doesn't like the idea of it. My mom also doesn't like the idea. However, it ended up that they just said that I can do whatever I wanted after my graduation. But I hate it that I must get married soon without getting a job yet.
He explained that he's the CEO of one of the Global Companies in Taguig and he could give me one if I wanted to. Still, I plan to go on with my studies, I must get NCIII and civil service exam. He will help me with everything and whatever I want. Well, I only thought that I will be less burden that's why I agree with the wedding and because his grandmother was dying or something. But I hate the idea of coning his grandmother.
He said that he will make this marriage work and I am hoping that it will and if not, I could leave him, still, he will support me. I don't know how rich he is, but I don't like to be hurt or something. I still could enjoy my life yet don't want to flirt or play around with males if I am married. I just couldn't.
Since it is March and we are done on the finals, finally and getting ready for graduation, I am wearing a shirt and one of my skinny jeans. I couldn't go on shopping from the money I saved for being a student assistant, I'm going to buy a smartphone so I could study well with internet in the phone since we don't have an unlimited WIFI on the house because it's a bit far away from the main town.
"Let's go on pizza parlor today!" one of my friend slash classmates, Uri, hold my arm. "You know the best pizza—"
"I know, I had eaten there many times before. But I don't want to spend—"
"Just fifty is fine—" I exhale and shook my head.
"I'm out." They complain. I rolled my eyes and looked at the direction of the parking area. My eyes widen to find an unexpected someone. He's there leaning on the Ford Everest and grinning. "What the fuck!"
"Your mouth!" Therese smacked my back. I grimaced. "Why is he looking in this way?" I didn't tell them what's in the fucking hell is going on with me.
"Oh, I don't know. Let's go!"
"Maeve!" he called, and he cocks his head. I exhaled.
"He knows you!" he walked toward us and smiled on my friends.
"Hi, I'm Zac."
"I'm Uri, this is Therese and Sandra." Uri the good girl among us introduce them.
"Nice to meet you all. So, are you planning to go somewhere?"
"We are inviting her for pizza today but she's too—" I cover Uri's mouth and glare at him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked fiercely. He smiled.
"I'm picking up my fiancée." Every one of them gasped, jaw drops, and I don't want to determine each of their expression. He bent down and kisses my forehead. "Let's go for pizza, my treat."
"It's alright, they can go on their own," I told him.
"You guys are invited to our wedding." He pulled me and put his arms around my shoulder. I hate it when I feel so small around him. I am just at the level of his underarm level.
"Why don't we know this?" They asked almost at the same time. I mutter a few curses as they are interrogating me and him.
"She didn't tell you?" he frowned and mess my hair. I nudge him on his abdominal hard making him groan. "Babe, that's not very nice. It's alright girls, I will tell you more when we go inside my car and on our way to pizza."
It did happen and he held my hand I let him order whatever. I said I'm fine with any pizza. He rested his arm on the sofa that we are sitting and playing with my hair. I even push it and smack it. He just smiled while my friends seem out of place every time, he does PDA. Half of me likes it, half of me feel embarrassed.
He and the girls do most of the talking about me and him and whatnot. I didn't say anything, and he goes on with his lies. I let him go on with his lies still it makes me anxious about it.
We eat and he did eat a lot as well saying that he never had a pizza for months. What? Is he serious or lying? I can't even determine what part he lies about.
We go on our part ways and he bought boxes of pizza for my family. I started chewing Mentos and listen to my music. He pulled my earpiece and hold my hand. I don't know what this is all about now.
"You seemed to be unhappy."
"Why would I be happy?" Yes, seriously. Maybe he got a small dick, right? "You keep lying. I don't like it."
"Didn't you lie in your whole life?"
"I know lies and I know how to do one. But it's too much."
"I will be the one to be responsible for everything." I hope that he will. "So, how about after your graduation, let's go on hiking or whatever you wanted to go, and we will have to meet my grandma. I told her that I couldn't find the right ring for you." He intertwined his hand to mine. It felt so sweet and this is my first time that someone would hold mine like that. "She gave me one and I have to resize it for you."
"What can I say?" I shrugged. He smiled.
"Why are you always so cold? You are sounding like a monster."
"Don't call me one." I snorted.
"Maeve, don't be upset. You can still live like you are living before, though it will be a little more."
"I don't want to cook early in the morning," I told him.
"I have a cook and a maid. Don't worry." He winks.
"Just how rich are you? You sound like a spoiled brat." I chuckled.
"Hey, don't call me that." He let go of my hand as he adjusted something and hold on the gear. I suddenly felt cold. He got a warm touch and I wanted to feel more than that. Nobody has ever made me feel like that.
I always feel cold, alone and hurt. Nobody likes me. Some do but they aren't for me. I just know myself. I don't want him to ask about more. A wedding is more. But love is most. Could I ever have that one? No, he's just acting for all these things.
We stop just on the national road toward our barangay. He pulls out something on drawers and gave the box to me. I look at him. Still, it pains me that this wasn't any romantic proposal. Should I just put the ring on without any ritual or sweet words or something? I open the box. It's a beautiful ring and a very expensive one, but I don't feel surprised. Maybe because it was a job more than a proposal. I took it and was about to put it on, but he took it instead and put it on my left ring finger.
"It looks beautiful on you."
"This was your grandma's?"
"Yup." He smiled.
"How could you fool your grandma like that?" I ask him.
"Fuck." He muttered and lean his head on his seat. "Don't do that. Why do you keep making me guilty?"
"You can just turn around bring this ring of yours and never see me again. It's simple. I and you will be back on our normal living. I still don't understand why you are doing this."
"I thought we agreed to it."
"We did."
"Stop thinking a lot. That's the problem with you."
"I know."
"Just fuck." He muttered. I sigh. "Let's just do this. Okay? I won't make anything that is against you."
"Yeah, let's just do it," I said nonchalantly.
"Great." He turned on the engine and I stare down on the ring. This is where lies will keep going on. My life will depend on it. My heart will depend on it. My soul as well will depend on it. If I break, that might be the end of me.