Marga's P.O.V
"I can see that you're a shy type person, Marga. That's my first impression to you. Now, I know ..." Jenica commented.
"Then how do you know, Klark?"
I smiled, remembering the past how and when I first met with Klark.
"She's my best friend's boyfriend. I mean, the boyfriend of Shaina. I was in a relationship with a guy at the time, but he was my best friend's cousin. Bert is his name." I laughed.
Her lips parted naturally. Maybe Jenica can't believe that my friend's lover is going to be my husband and my ex is going to be my best friend's cousin, Shaina.
I'm going to talk about my past love life from when I was younger. Is it possible to call it "love life"? I took a breath and swallowed.
"I don't know. I admit he's the sweetest guy I've ever met." I was feeling a little down.
He was, however, obsessed.
"Klark, on the other hand, I must say, does not behave in this manner when it comes to romantic matters. That's Shaina and Klark's type of date because they're always in a bar."
Yes, indeed. I can't help but draw parallels between Bert and Klark. Bert is capable of putting forth effort and accomplishing great things. Klark, on the other hand, is different; I can tell he's not that type. I don't see anything, and he's also very mysterious; every time I look at him, he's unreadable.
On occasion. That's how I perceive him. Shaina, on the other hand, accompanied me to both of them. I'm not entirely sure. Maybe that's all there is to it. Every person has a unique journey in life.
"I never see them go to romantic places like reserving a luxurious hotel room with a scented candle, eating good delicious foods, and toasting with their wines." I smirked at her and narrowed my eyes.
I've never seen them look like that before.
"I'm one of the witnesses to their relationship; I played the role of a third wheel for a few years, I witnessed Shaina's feelings for Klark, and I accompany her because Shaina wants me to always be with her. They're hanging out with me and their other friends. They're partying until they're drunk. They're toasting here, toasting everywhere, and dancing until they're exhausted." I sighed, laughed, and then observed Jenica's reaction.
I remember having a hard time getting home because Shaina was always so drunk, but Klark was always there to help, driving us until we arrived at the dorm.
I just smile when I remember how we used to go out at night until dawn, and I don't want to leave him because I'm afraid of what might happen to her later. I don't want to leave her alone any longer, and she's usually surrounded by men I know she knows; sometimes she doesn't know Klark, which is why she sometimes just lets Shaina go, and I don't even see her as envious.
They have no issues. And I'm Shaina's friend, and I'm always there for her. That's why I'm accompanying her; at the very least, I'm watching her, and I'm always sitting on one side, unable to enjoy what they're doing. It's not something I'm used to. I'm content to just listen to the music while everyone else enjoys themselves at the party. I'm pleased to see what Shaina is up to.
"The only time I could see them being romantic was when it was Klark's turn to propose, and I was the only bridge between his proposal to her and their marriage," I continued.
I smiled, but I couldn't help but remember that the joy I was experiencing was accompanied by tightness in my chest because I didn't know why.
"It's your responsibility. Is it possible for a person to still be a bridge? "She made a comment.
I burst out laughing. Yes, it's similar to my bridge. I remember feeling heavier while I was helping him prepare to his proposal, as if it was nice to cry at that time in case I just stopped and he was with me, and I didn't want him to see me getting better because of him. Yes, Klark was with me at that time. I assisted him because he asked me to.
I know it's wrong, but I can't let go of it. When I heard Shaina's response, I couldn't help but cry at what was happening while looking at the two in the distance because they would be tied to each other. That was also the first time klark interacted with us. When he thanked me for assisting them, the feeling that I was lonely with him quickly vanished.
I know I can say that I'm a moron. Even when I'm sick of it, I can still help. But if they are truly content, I will accept. I can't blame them for my feelings. They have no idea what they are talking about. So all I had to do was keep it a secret. Because there are some things that should not be said, and we should keep them to ourselves until we can bury them in oblivion and forget how it feels for him. I have a feeling this isn't right. Because nothing was more important to me at the time than the happiness of my friend. I'm just a knucklehead. Because I knew it was wrong from the start, but I chose anyway. But I kept letting myself go because I thought it would be better if I didn't.
I reasoned that this was the only way I could gradually lose my feelings for him. Acceptance of the situation. Accept, even if it is painful.
Accept that my secret love for him will remain a secret.
She sighed. I took a breath and swallowed. "You know, I assumed you were the one who resembled a heart between the two." What he said made me laugh.
Is that why, because of Shaina, I was always in the middle of the two?
"Poor heart." I'll simply make a comment.
"Then they got married, and I was their maid of honor. That's how I used to do it; I'd never say no to being the maid of honor to someone else, and I'm glad they still chose me. Enjoy it, Rius and Zeus, while it lasts. Despite the fact that she had a child, Shaina and I grew closer. That's why, as you may have heard, Zeus and Rius always refer to me as Auntiemommy, because it sounds like me. Despite the fact that Shaina was still alive, I still considered them to be my child. I stepped in as her child's second mother."
Jenica shook her head. "Marga, I still can't believe it. How so? I'm still not sure what's going on between the two of you and Klark. I'm paying attention to your story; you can't tell me how you met Klark or how you even had an interaction with him.
He made a remark about my story. She's right.
I averted my gaze. We never had a conversation, to be honest. Just a quick look. That's all there is to it. We won't be talking for long if we talk. We haven't had a chance to talk... and if we do, what will we talk about? We're not even close. Yes, I go with them, but I only talk to Shaina frequently; I talk to some of Clark's friends as well, but when it comes to him... it's different.
We both speak in a frugal manner. I'm not sure. However, now that we're married, it appears that our attitudes toward each other have shifted.
"I didn't know how I'd feel when Shaina asked me if I wanted to marry her husband..." It seemed like only yesterday as I was telling the story.
I'm still concerned. The image was still fresh in my mind, and the words we left for each other were exactly as we had promised.
"I was so taken aback at the time that I can't believe she could say such a thing to me. I know Shaina can get what she wants. What she asks must be obeyed, and what she asks must be asked. I know what she's capable of. I sometimes let her do the things she asks of me, but marrying Klark..." I was taken aback and sighed.
I bit the inside of my lower lip. I let out a long sigh.
"I wanted to say no, but I couldn't because Shaina was pleading with me." Then her face flashed through my mind.
Weeping and begging me to marry her husband.
When I remembered that, I felt heavier. The day before she was deprived of her life. My two eyes were clearly visible. Because I was there.
I exhaled violently to relieve the cramping pain I was experiencing.
I still can't fully accept that the sister I considered and had been a friend for a long time would soon disappear from my life and leave the world with a family she could avoid.
"You know what, Jenica... When I first met him, he piqued my interest." Jenica's reaction to what I said had changed.
Right now, I'm beginning to tell her about my feelings for Klark.
"I must confess that I secretly admire Klark." I gave her a friendly smile.
Her reaction was to form a 'o' with her lips and nod slowly. She appears to be figuring it out.
Like why do we end up this way.
"Bert and I split up because I realized I had strange feelings for him, and I don't want to be unfair to Bert, even though I can see he likes me. Because my mind is jumbled, I have agreed to end our relationship. I don't want to get to the point where he's hurting too much and we're both hurting. I don't want to enter and stay in a relationship when I know I like someone else. It's difficult to fool someone who is always by your side, and I prefer to deceive myself by pretending that even when I try to focus my attention on Bert, my eyes are still looking for something else… something about him." I looked at Jenica, stunned, and confessed to her.
I'm not sure. I have a feeling I can put my trust in Jenica in this situation. I simply don't have anything to complain about. Only with Jenica did I truly feel free to express myself. I haven't been told anything in a few years, not once or with anyone. It's just Jenica.
"I knew it was wrong, so I kept it hidden. I did not inform her of the reason. Because I don't want to offend Ate Shaina in any way... When I see them both happy in front of me, I realize I've been hurt for a long time." I softly chuckle as I say this, I almost feel the chisel in my system.
"At the same time, it's still enjoyable because I've seen them enjoy being a family for a few years." I had just felt the warmth of the corner of my eye when I noticed a trickling hot liquid on my cheek.
When she saw me crying, I could see the concern on Jenica's face. I smiled weakly at her, my tears still streaming down my cheeks, to let her know it was okay for me to tell her more stories.
"That's why I'm not sure how I'll react to Shaina's request. Will I be content?" My lips trembled, and tears streamed down my cheeks with the weight of the breath.
God only knows... even my mother can't explain what I'm going through. I just don't want to be concerned about them. And they're a long way away from me. If I said that, I believe Mama would forbid me from marrying a man I don't love, so I kept this a secret.
"Oh god Marga…" Jenica reacted immediately and looked at me with concern.
"Because I'd waited a long time for a man like him to marry me, and now he's the one I married. Is that the case? Because I know we married solely to fulfill the promise." I sighed and snorted.
"I feel like I've been given a beautiful gift that I've been wanting for a long time, but because I already have it, I doubtfully accepted it, which if you look at it, others will be happy and jealous of because my future husband's name is Klark Linnaeus Villaverde." I took a breath and swallowed.
"He's too tall to reach for me, and when he unexpectedly appears in my life, it's as if little by little... without him knowing, I'm falling for him more and more." My chest tightened gradually again before I could speak again.