"What?!" I didn't help myself to shout already.
"What? Why not Marico, Marco fits in you to be a husband. Besides, he's a husband material Marico, what else do you need." Mom uttered as he smiled at me.
"I don't want that! I will not get married, I will no---,"
"Marico calm down yourself, your daddy and I said that you have to date Marco. We didn't say you marry him," Mol explains which made me bow my head because of embarrassment.
How fuck didn't I listened to their talks. And now I said and expect the wrong one.
Am I still lucky that he was not meant for me to marry. Lord god you know how much I'm not prepared to become a wife to someone I do not even know that much!
But okay fine, date then if that's what they want us to do. Then I will do, if that will make them stop from mumbling and keep on pushing me to Marco.
"Auntie, looks like Marico is hesitant to date Marco. Why don't we just give her a break to decide first."
