My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 43. Towards Marriage

I only slept three hours last night. At six in the morning the makeup guy came. They were very surprised by my condition. My eyes were swollen and my face was pale. But I did not pay any heed to their babble and words. I just kept quiet with my own thoughts. It's always Marcus's face pleading for my last chance last night.

Was this marriage the right decision?

That question has been popping up in my brain since last night .

Looking for an answer that was very difficult for me to find because my heart was doubtful. I repeatedly replied that this was the right decision but somehow I always denied it. My heart was always agitated and could not accept that answer. As if demanding me to answer that this was the wrong decision. That this marriage shouldn't have happened.

"Shelina's! Hey, Shelina!" I was jolted by the clapping of someone's hands that were quite loud on my shoulders. Evelyn was already sitting next to me with a white dress adhering beautifully to her body. I smiled a little. I didn't even realize I was done dressing.

"Since I called you, but you didn't answer. You daydreaming?"

"Evelyn, is my decision right?" Evelyn's face changed. He looked at me seriously and pulled my body to face towards him.

"Shelina, you know that whatever your decision is, I will continue to support and encourage you. But if you ask me about it I can't respond to it, only your heart can answer. Ask your heart who do you want? Follow your heart so you don't get nervous or regret later."

I fell silent by observing Evelyn's brown eyes that were glaring at me.

Ask my heart? Who do I want? Andrew or Marcus?

I closed my eyes and looked for answers.

"Who is always present in your dreams?" Evelyn's question sounded and just then Marcus's face flashed through my mind.

"Who do you want to see first when you wake up in the morning?"

Marcus's face with a smile captivated him.

"Who do you want to be the father of your children?"

Drawing Marcus with a cute toddler waving his hand at me. It made me smile and want to approach them.

"You have found the answer?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Evelyn tearfully. Of all Evelyn's questions none of Andrew's shadows flashed.

"Evelyn" I said to him.

"I thought it was, Marcus not." I nodded slowly.

"Then you can't marry Andrew right now."

"But I can't just leave it at the altar."

"You can if Marcus comes and kidnaps you. You can run away and elope."

"But Evelyn, what about Andrew?"

"Shelina, I know you're worried and worried about Andrew. But this time let yourself be selfish to get your happiness. I'm sure Andrew will let you go if this is what makes you happy." I fell silent without refuting Evelyn's remark again.

"But where is that guy? I haven't seen Marcus since."

"I don't know either. Since last night he's gone and hasn't come back."

"Aish, where is that jerk in this state of emergency?" Evelyn started calling Marcus's phone. I don't know where Marcus is right now. No news at all about him. He just left after talking to me last night. To date, he has not returned. He must be angry and disappointed in me.

"How's it?"

"The number is active but not answered. Aish, where's Marcus? He should have come by this time and let you escape. Is she gonna let you just marry Andrew?"

I'm also restless. Where's Marcus? He said he would do anything to thwart this marriage. Will he come and take me away? Is he very disappointed in me? Did my words last night hurt her so much that she didn't show up right now? Oh my God, what should I do? I can't escape on my own. I didn't have that much courage to leave Andrew alone at the altar. But if Marcus comes and takes me away with him then I won't think twice about leaving.

But, where was he when needed like this?

Evelyn's still trying to get in touch with Marcus's phone. But still no messages were answered or calls were answered.

"Miss, it's time for the bride to enter the church."

"Yes, I'll be out in a minute."

How'this? I can't back down anymore. My God, where's Marcus at the moment? Why can't he be contacted? Did something happen to her? Could he have had an accident last night? But, if Marcus had been in an accident, Andrew would have known.

Holy hooch! Marcus, please come and take me away with you.

"Miss," Sari's mbok call dawned on me that I needed to get out. Evelyn looked at me.

"Comeout. I'll keep calling Marcus. If he doesn't come before the holy pledge of marriage, I'll kill him." I nodded and stood up.

"Aish, Marcus pick up your phone!" I walked away from Evelyn who was still in contact with Marcus. Walk with thoughts that are out of place. Until I realized I was standing in front of the church door.

I stared at the big door in front of me with fear. As if that door would eat me if I opened it. Like it was the door that defined my life and death. My heart was beating very fast and my body was shaking. My feet were heavy as if there were huge spikes nailing my feet into the floor. So hard to move.

"Miss, are you ready?" mbok Sari in the back reminds me. But I didn't budge and couldn't say a word.

"Calm down, miss, auntie knows she must be really nervous right now. Take a deep breath and exhale, rest assured that all will be well and running smoothly."

Mbok Sari said as if he knew for sure what I was going through at the moment. Maybe he thinks I'm just nervous and groggy with this wedding. He doesn't know if my heart is feeling right now and doesn't want this marriage anymore. But I can't just turn around and leave. I can't leave Andrew standing alone at the altar with a bride who will never show up.

Had Marcus been here, had the man once again asked me to come with him, then I would have left. But even Marcus' whereabouts right now, I don't know.

I can't back off and make them wait any longer. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I repeatedly did so hoping that my nervousness and anxiety would subside.

"Miss is ready?" Mbok Sari who was standing at the side of the door asked and I nodded. Take a deep breath again and exhale slowly.

Sari's hand had touched the door and was about to push her away. My heart beat faster and my hand moved quickly grasping tightly to Sari's wrist. My eyes immediately met with the shady eyes mbok Sari. The eyes of a mother I never saw again.

He smiled broadly to calm me down. As if to make me realize that this is the decision I have chosen. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. Then slowly release the hand mbok Sari.

Oh my God, may this be best for me.

The door in front of me opened wide. And slowly my eyes opened. The church is covered in white floral decorations. And there were already many guests standing on the right and left side of the road. And at the end of my path stood a dashing man with an ivory white tuxedo stellan that was the same color as my wedding dress. Under dozens of eyes I began to step.

Every step felt heavy. It was as if there were a ton of ballast strapped to my feet. Every time I lift my leg to step, every time my leg is pulled back to the ground. It was as if a very strong magnet was pulling my foot away from me.

My eyes never turned away from the face of Andrew who was five meters in front of me. My heart still hopes that face turns into someone else. I want Marcus standing waiting for me with his big smile.

Step by step I walked slowly. Every step of the way I'm reminded of my memories with Marcus.

Our reunion, the quarrels and quarrels that took place. The heart and the beautiful night we went through. Everything was clearly drawn like a pre-wedding video playing in my mind. My heart was squeezed tighter and tears were urging it to fall. But I held it firmly, clenching both palms tightly.

Although I walked very slowly like a snail, but in the end I arrived in front of Andrew. The man extended his hand towards me. My heart beat getting stronger and causing extreme pain. I closed my eyes for a moment and prayed Marcus was coming this time. Hoping for the man to break down the door and shout loudly to prevent this marriage, he ran over and grabbed me in his warm embrace. But until I opened my eyes, none of those things happened.

I reluctantly moved my arm and grabbed Andrew's hand. Then step up to stand by his side. The priest in front of us smiled and began the wedding procession.

I have no regard for the priest's words. It's like the old man isn't talking to me, like I'm not here.

My God, I still wish Marcus would show up and take me on the run. I want him here with me. I want him to be my future husband. I loved Marcus so much it felt so stifling. I want him, my God.

Even until the priest asked me if I would marry Andrew, Marcus did not come.

"Miss Shelina Aston, are you willing to marry Andrew Cho, to live with him forever in distress, pleasure, sadness or happiness under any circumstances in your life?"

This is the second time the pastor has asked me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Andrew looking at me intensely.

I can't back off anymore. I can't wait any longer. I can't expect Marcus to be around anymore. I can't dream with Marcus anymore. Because right now I'm going to accept Andrew completely.

Yes, I'm willing.

And everything just happens.

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