Anything My Sweet

Runaway

I FOLDED MY palms inside the bridal car. The nervousness in my chest did not disappear while waiting. I stared intently at the people inside the church who seemed to be in a commotion. Later, my mother Letizia approached the limousine I ride. Anxiety was visible on her face.

“Hija!” she calls between the knocks on the car window.

I slowly rolled down the window for her. “Mother, what’s going on?”

She seemed restless and looked around first. That’s where I got nervous. I straightened up and spoke again. “Mom!”

“Hija, Lester is not here yet. He must be here early. He is only an hour late,” she said.

“Maybe he was stuck in traffic, or his car had broken down on the side of the road. I will try to call him,” I said quickly and nervously fished the phone inside my clutch bag. But Lester’s phone was turned off.

I don’t want to think he will do it, but one thing entered my mind: he will not come!

I dropped my phone and immediately got out of the car. I don’t care if people in the church look at me. I immediately approached Lester’s mom and hugged her tightly.

“Mom, I can’t contact Lester,” I said between my rapid breathing.

She grabbed my two hands. “Hija, we can’t contact his cellphone,” she said as I shook my head down.

“He can’t do this to us, Maricar. He can’t embarrass us here!” said Don Simon, Lester’s dad.

My chest throbbed even harder. Then I left the church crying.

“No. This is just a dream,” I whispered. I closed my eyes tightly and pinched my arm. I feel like heaven and earth have fallen on me. Tears welled up in my eyes. “You said you love me? Where are you?” I said sadly.

Cindy, my best friend, approached me. She hugged me tightly and cried like I did. “Margaux, calm down. Maybe Lester was just late,” she said while stroking my back.

I quickly turned around. I wiped away my tears, then held out my palm to her. “Where’s your key?”

“Where are you going? Just wait a little more. Maybe he will come,” she insisted.

“Give me your key!” I shouted. She sighed before speaking again. “In your condition now, you’re definitely can’t drive properly. I will drive for you.”

“Just give me your f*cking car key!” I shouted emphatically.

Cindy seemed shocked at what I said and bit her lip. She finally reached for her key while the sorrow was in her eyes.

I heard my dad called me. “Margaux!”

I just glanced at Dad before I ran towards Cindy’s car. I saw their attempt to chase, but I pulled the car away. I don’t even know where I’m going.

“I’m so sorry, Mom and Dad,” I whispered.

I wiped away the tears that kept on falling. I know I disappointed them this time. If I could just turn back time, I would not want to embarrass them in front of so many people.

“F*ck you! B*stard!” I shouted.

I was ready. I really wanted to start a family with him, but what he just did? What have I done wrong in our relationship?

Very painful. Not just because my family was embarrassed in front of many people but because he made me look stupid.

I have no idea why he did this to me. I can say that our relationship has been smooth in the three years we’ve been together. He often makes an effort himself because I am too busy at work. He also asked us to get married because he said he would present me at the altar. F*cking b*stard!