Marga's P.O.V
"Yes, I am aware. I hope you can love my son as much as I do."
She said with a smile, despite the fact that I was still stunned by what she was saying, and my heart was pounding with joy as well.
I don't know what to say in response to her words to me; I can't believe it... I'm not sure if that's what Klark's Mother wishes for the two of us. That I would love her son so much, and that we would love each other so much, that this deception would have to be true. Even though she knew it was all a ruse, it was still shocking to me.
Because... why does it appear to be speed? She hasn't gotten to know me very well yet, so, surprisingly, she wants me right away for his son. Is it fair that I get it for Klark? Is it worth it for me to become a member of their family? I'm not sure, and I can't say either. I don't want to talk about the end, and I especially don't want to assume that by expecting too much, I'll end up disappointed.
What does she truly desire for me and his son? Is this, however, significant? That we were both aware that Klark and I were
I'm not sure. That's how I heard what she said. She had no idea I had been in love with her son for a long time. But now is not the time for me to say that. This is not the time to reveal my long-hidden secret to anyone.
Even with Klark's mother, I won't be able to reveal the long-hidden secret. If I can't tell my mother, how can she? As a result, I chose to be the only person who knew how I truly felt.
I simply nodded to her instead of speaking.
'I adore your son as well.'
That's the word my mind cries out but I'll never be able to say.
"I can't even say now, maybe it's just the right time when he realizes he loves me too... even though that's unlikely."
"I understand, honey, that my request is difficult for you, but I hope you two will try. I don't think I'll be able to handle it if my son marries again after you,"
I sighed, biting my lower lip.
"There is no case against me, and I don't want to end that way, but I'm not sure what you're asking. But... why not, right? There's a chance, just in case... but it's hazy right now. And I don't want to do anything that your son will not willingly accept even with me, so please allow us to reach a point where we both feel the same way. " I went on to explain.
"Of course, dear," she says. I know I'm not pressuring you. But if my request is granted, I will be overjoyed for you, especially for my son, "she said softly as she smiled at me.
I offered her a small smile.
"T-Thank you..." I was about to say 'Ma'am,' but I remembered she didn't want me to call her that. "Mama," I said.
When she heard what I had just said, I could see the joy on her face.
"Oh, dear..."
After a while, my friends and some of Klark's friends said their goodbyes, and now that I'm with Klark, we decided to approach our godparents to thank them, as well as some guests who never stop greeting and giving gifts.
There were still a few who took photos before leaving, the majority of whom my husband always inquired about their jobs. Some people wanted to hire him as an architect. Klark is well-known in the field of architecture as a good planner and designer. He is also involved in a construction project that requires a lot of good Engineers.
After a while, he bid his friends farewell with 'best wishes.' We talked for a while because everyone was interested in Klark's work. What else is there to say? It's true that when you're Villaverde, you get a lot of attention.
"Mr. Villaverde's new wife. How fortunate you are! Congratulations and best wishes to you both. " when a luxuries-woman looked at me, I just gave them an awkward smile.
Perhaps it's one of Klark's parents' friends.
The others simply smiled and kissed my cheeks. It's difficult to keep a smile on your face for an extended period of time. They might be able to tell you something if I don't smile. It's as if you can't play poker to one side without them thinking I'm stupid and arrogant because I'm already a Villaverde. Because they are beckoning you with every twitch of your movement, whether you are walking or standing at the table.
It's extremely difficult when you're just a simple person. It is difficult to keep up with or socialize with the wealthy.
They will notice whatever you move. Maybe I just don't want to breathe anymore because everyone is staring at me.
I let out a sigh. 'The difficulty of moving around with such an elegant person makes you self-conscious. 'Oh, come on.'
We approached our parents, who were waiting at the table, as soon as some guests left. We noticed them conversing while eating and drinking wine.
They appear to get along right away, don't they?
"Let's go see our parents..." He beckoned me over and wrapped his arm around my waist.
I took a deep breath and gulped. It sent shivers up and down my spine.
"Let's go," I said, nodding.
"Are you tired, hmm?" he asked quietly.
"U-Uhm... a little. "
Then I grabbed my neck and squeezed it gently.
Apart from being tired from standing and walking for a long time to greet the guests, my neck was tilted around.
He chuckled, "Poor baby." As he laughed and shook me, I jokingly punched his arm too hard.
I decided not to include my siblings because they are still very busy, and I don't want them to miss work just to attend this wedding, even if they want to.
As we got closer, Klark's father, Tito Kleus, spoke up. I noticed Dad conversing with Klark's father while there were wines and food on one of their tables. They were both holding glasses that I knew were only half full of wine.
"Son, I sent a car to Ermy with the children so you could get to the airport right away." I turned to face them and smiled at them at the same time.
We had gone separately earlier and had our own car. Klark arrived with his parents, who were also in the same car.
While sitting next to Klark's Father, Kleus'wife Mama Linea Klark's mother clasped her arm around her husband and stared and smiled at us, as if excited to see the world's happiest couple married. I let out a sigh.
Weird. I only gave them a nod and a small smile.
"Thank you, Dad. You should not have done that; instead, I'll drive home and Ermy will drive you in your car."
I couldn't help but swallow when I heard we were going home. I couldn't help but be nervous as we were about to leave, knowing that I would completely be with Klark. I knew I'd be living in our... house for the rest of my life at our upcoming homecoming. I will be separated from my family, but I will be able to live under one roof with Klark. Oh, no! I didn't realize that's one part of the game, geez!
My mind was so preoccupied that I almost forgot Klark and his children were coming home with me.
"Oh, honey, the gift my husband and I gave you was already in the car." Klark's Mother smiled as she told me.
"Oh, thank you,"
"I hope you enjoy it,"
I just shook my head and thanked them.
"Mama, how about you? Do you have a present for your son?" Klark cracked a joke.
His mother gave him a small chuckle.
"Son, you have a lot of money; you don't need a gift anymore... because I know you've done everything you wanted." Her mother glanced at me and smiled as she cleared her throat.
My brow furrowed. What exactly does she mean?
"Yeah, right," he said with a chuckle.
"You should also give us a gift! That's why you shouldn't cause Marga pain just so I can have another grandchild!"
"Mama!" Klark was taken aback.
What I heard almost made me gasp and drop my jaw. Are you serious? I couldn't help but notice my happy parents staring at me. Oh, no... No way, no how. I hope we don't bring it up again! This is not part of our strategy!
When it comes to talking about pregnancy, I'm afraid my parents will suddenly agree or speak up. Oh, come on.
"Well, why not, son? After all, you are now married, and we hope to have a grandchild from the womb of your lovely wife Marga, "she teased.
Despite the fact that I didn't drink anything, I was barely choked.
"Hey, are you all right? Sorry about my mom. Don't mind her." He caressed my back at the same time.
"A-ahm... yeah, it's okay." I said. At the same time, just a fake laugh.
My mother, on the other hand, simply laughed, while my father smirked and raised an eyebrow. My nape began to heat up, causing it to spread all over my face and affecting my entire system, causing it to numb and stop! What about your grandson? She'd like to have children with Klark and me? That is not possible.
"So, dear, what can you say?" Klark's mother inquired.
I cast a glance at Klark, who averted his gaze and shrugged at his mother's awkwardness.
Choked as I sighed and bit my lower lip. "T- That's... that's impossible right now,"