What was that?
" Hey Carl, congrats man" my best man Tony said and gave me the bro handshake with hug, " thanks, I couldn't be any happier at this moment" I chuckled nervously while waiting for my bride to be. And then someone announced," the bride is here" with that, everyone stands up as the bride took her steps down the aisle together with her father. Tony squeezed my shoulder, " I told you she'll come" and made a small laugh. I smiled looking at her, I could see how nervous she was as I am but still manages to smile. Now that she arrived I shake hands with his father, " please take good care of her and love her as the way I did."
He said looking deep into my eyes with his watery eyes, " don't worry sir, she's in the good hands" I squeezed his shoulder tightly telling him she'll be fine," thank you, son." he said and did the same gesture; now we're facing each other in front of this people and the altar holding each other's hands, I could tell she's overwhelmed right now.
She's not really fond with a big crowd especially now that we are the subject in this ceremony. I squeezed her hands telling her we'll be alright. the ceremony goes on, we said our vows and put on our rings. " I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride." this time I could feel my hands shaking while pulling up her veil. Her eyes are watery so as mine, I can't contain the excitement any longer and with that, we kissed slowly like it's just us in one room we could barely hear everyone's cheer.
Just then as we stop, someone barge in with a gun pointing at everyone; he look so mad while saying something I couldn't quiet understand. I hurriedly hid my wife behind my back. Tony came stood beside me, and later a gun shot was heared. The earlier's happy cheer is now changed into a horrific scream. Then I heard a buzzing sound, just the alarm. I reached for it to make it stop, jeesh if only I could kill this thing but I can't. I searched my bed for my phone with my eyes close; when I found it, I made a quick look at the time. Saturday, okay it's saturday and it's 6:30 AM.
Why on earth would I even put the alarm on 6:30am on the weekends? what the hell? maybe there's a reason. Yeah, the trash, my beloved trash that needs to be thrown right now, I love my life. I got up and went to take a shower, while I'm on it I looked in the mirror seeing my face still remembering what I've dreamed last night. It's been years, why do I still have the same dream? always ends up with a gun shot? And who is that woman I married? Why can I no longer remember her face afterwards? whatever.
I shake my head and went to finish my business. I got out and change to some comfy clothes and went downstairs to meet the love of my life, yeah you heard it right that's my beloved trash. I got the trash and went out to throw it to my mother's favorite child, the trash bin. same routine; I went back inside the house towards the kitchen to see a note from my mom on the fridge,
" My dear Beloved son,
I know I'm your mom. so yes you have to follow what I tell you. After you throw the trash kindly clean the whole house, when I get back you'll have something nice and sweet from me.
From your mom who gave birth and love you."
Well, guess I've gotta do it if I want "something nice and sweet from mom" I made an eyeroll with that, mom must've mistaken me for a daughter not a son??? I mean I'm no longer a kid but she still does same thing to me. Should I stop her or understand her??
