Marga's P.O.V
When I was tired and stressed at school, I cried. They say that when you're tired, don't be afraid to let it all out. That's why, at the time, I just cried to relieve the heaviness in my chest.
"It's all right. You can still make amends, honey. Is there a problem between you, Bert? If you have a problem, tell me; I'll listen. I don't want you to be like this, and I don't want you to struggle." My pause was noticed by her.
I felt at ease in some ways. I had the impression that I was not alone. When it came to Bert and me, I used to only talk about Mama. He was the only one who accepted Bert at the time, despite Dad's dislike for him. Mama wasn't strict, but she did remind me. Mama, by the way, had no idea I wanted anything else. Only I am aware of this.
I felt at ease in some ways. I had the impression that I was not alone. When it came to Bert and me, I used to only talk about Mom. He was the only one who accepted Bert at the time, despite Dad's dislike for him. Mom was not strict, but she did remind me regularly.
But it appears that I am keeping a secret at this time. Only I am aware of it. Mom had no idea I wanted anything else. That I already like. Only I am aware of this.
There is no other. And that is extremely difficult.
"Bert and I are over," I replied flatly.
Her sigh was deep, and I could hear it. She gave me a slow nod and lightly stroked my face.
"I know you're not feeling well. I'm sure there's a reason you ended up there. That's all there is to it, honey. That's part of growing up, and it's where you'll learn that there is no such thing as permanence in this world. You must be tough. Even if I do, I know you're tired, so take a break first. Let's talk again when you're feeling better and ready to express yourself. You'll always remember that I'm just passing through, okay? I adore you... we adore you." As my tears flowed, I felt Mom's lips brush against my brow and she hugged me.
It's great to have Mom here.
*End of Flashback
And thus, begins the calvary of my current difficulties.
So, now that I'm single again, Shaina always takes me on her dates with Klark. Isn't it amusing? To them, I appeared to be a third wheel. I didn't want to at first because they were supposed to just hang out with each other, but I noticed they didn't do romantic dates. We, unlike Bert, are always at a restaurant. It's something I've never seen before, and I can't believe they look like this as a couple.
That scene allowed me to get to know Klark even better. While Shaina is finishing up her studies, Klark is beginning his career as an architect. That's why I was so taken with his current situation.
And I'm confident Shaina has a future with him.
I admit that I was once attracted to him. But that is merely admiration. Despite the fact that I appeared to be a third wheel for a few years, I didn't lose those who wanted to court with me but couldn't because my attention was elsewhere. I appear to have lost interest because something else has taken over my mind... and heart.
I don't want to deceive myself, and I also don't want to cause harm to others. It's as if I'm looking for someone like him, but there aren't any available because he's the only one. If I find a match, it's only because of his name, not his characteristics.
And the longer it goes on, the more admiration I feel, and I know it's no longer right. The closer I got to them, the more I was hurt when I saw them together and how much they loved each other.
I'm at a loss.
And I can't seem to get rid of what I think I'm attempting to erase and remove from my mind. And I was both happy and hurt when I became one of the bridges for Klark to propose to Ate Shaina.
It was painful for me.
Became content.
It was a lot of fun for the two of them.
I'm happy for him.
And I'm hurt because he's so in love with her. I'm happy to be hurt for both of them.
Crazy, right?
When I was a witness at their wedding and my best friend asked me to be maid of honor. It was as if I were watching a good film called 'Happily Ever After.' To cut a long story short, after their marriage, they had two children right away.
I've learned over time that it's extremely difficult to love someone else.
Especially your secret love.
So here I am, secretly injuring myself as well.
Klark and I held our wedding reception at a five-star Hilton hotel in this city. A few of Klark's friends came, and I also sent three of my coworkers who are also my friends. They also find it difficult to believe that I can marry Klark despite the fact that they haven't heard that I have a boyfriend and then discover that I'm married in one fell swoop.
We took a few photos earlier with just a few guests, but I was curious if anyone else was there. Those who appear unfamiliar and I don't recognize them may be Villaverde's acquaintances.
Klark and I took pictures together as well; he always held my hand, which was sometimes wrapped around my waist. I didn't know what to do, so the photographer himself showed me where I needed to be to get the right angle.
It's so awkward.
We're getting too close, and I'm not sure how to react to his touch. After that, I was separated from Klark, who was with his parents as well as me, until Florendos and Villaverdes finished photographing us, and some other friends joined us.
It appears to be a very enjoyable and special occasion for everyone.
We're in the pool areas, where the side is full of set tables covered in white cloth and flowers for a rustic theme, and in each set, there are groups of flowers sitting in the center.
I couldn't help but be amazed as I looked around, I realized how luxurious I got married, just setting the venue of a well-known hotel that I knew the rich had the ability to enter, food lined up that was not lightly where there are well-known great chefs who cook, elegant attire of a few people who you know have a high status in life and can also make a lot of money based on the clothes they wear, expensive wines that are served at every table, the designing alone is also not lightly, it looks really planned.
I didn't expect to be this grand and pouring effort into our wedding game. I have to say, Klark really planned this, and I had no idea. I had no idea that our simple wedding would be the polar opposite of the grand banquet we planned.
I was taken aback by what I thought would be a minor event. It's fantastic to see so much money spent on it. I let out a long sigh. Klark did not inform me of this...
"So, my wife... how did you like it?" he asked, approaching me with a goblet of wine in his hand.
I bit the inside of my lower lip. "Of course, K-Klark. It's nice here. I can't believe you planned everything. Why did you keep our venue's grandeur a secret from me? I wish I could have assisted you, "
"Oh no, I don't want you to struggle. Besides, I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise you as well. I'm glad you like it. It was also simple for me; I breezed through it thanks to the assistance of my friends. "
I gave him a small smile as I slowly nodded.
"Did you find it difficult to do all of this?"
He shook his head and smirked. "Honestly, no, but I think it'll be even more difficult for me to ask you to marry me, so... thank you. I was almost convinced that our marriage would end up nothing. But I didn't expect that you still marry me. I appreciate you agreeing to be my wife. Thank you." He said this while kissing me on the cheek.
There are even set above the circular lights, lined up which provide a beautiful view and appear to float even in the pool area, there is a lounger there and fiber hut glass next to the pool, what our space has expanded are just a few. No one is even swimming, but the pool served as a large decoration and beautified our place; others are socializing and they appear to know each other, holding their own wine glasses while chatting and echoing weak laughter throughout the room.
The beauty... you can really see the effort, and it appears that you and I are happily married. I looked up at the night sky, which was already crowded with stars. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew.
I was at a table with my friends, and Klark was at another table with his friends, chatting, joking, and laughing with them. I noticed their table in the middle, which was piled high with drinks. They were making a lot of noise and laughing.
One of the most significant differences between Klark and me is that he enjoys drinking alcoholic beverages. I, on the other hand, do not consume alcohol. In comparison to Shaina, my best friend, they both like and appear to be drink buddies, so they used to click.
And when I saw my parents with Klark's parents, I felt a little better because they were having a good time there, talking and laughing. They seemed to get along well, and nothing seemed awkward between them. Klark's parents were kind and wealthy, and I had known them for a long time. His father is a civil engineer who owns a large company, his mother is a chemical engineer professor at a large university, and his sister is an interior designer. I can say that they have a wonderful life; aside from the luxurious lifestyle, they are a well-educated, intelligent, and talented family.
I can say as I watched what was happening around me, I assumed that hopefully, it was just true and not pretending. Seeing them all happy, celebrating the oneness of Klark and me, and seemingly supporting Klark's relentless and pure love is one reason why it feels a bit relieved.