SUDDENLY

I don't appreciate when someone's trying to make me feel things that I did not know existed. Things that borderline counted as extreme jealousy and rage. Especially by the girl, I'm trying so hard to not think about.

Yet here I'm burning holes at the back of the couple's head who is busy dancing without a care in the world. Amidst the glaring, her eyes clash with mine and my world started rotating on its axis, the eye contact felt like an eternity but was in fact for just a few seconds.

There in that moment I know I would want nothing else but to be given a second chance, a chance to have what I could've had if not for my stupidity. I wanted to give our future a chance. A chance to be happy together. You see I don't take things that are forced on me nicely, yes I was the only child to my parents and the only hire to the business but that just doesn't mean that they take away all my rights for decision making. Starting from which school I'll attend to what subjects I'd take in college to whom I'm going to get married everything was already planned.

They didn't ask if I was even remotely interested in business studies what if I wanted to pursue a different field, what if I wanted to be a pilot. What if I already had a girlfriend whom I love and want to spend my life with, but no my mother dearest had already decided with her best friend that they are going to wed their children together, what absurdity. My whole life had been nothing but following certain, prescribed rules. The only thing I wanted was to be given a choice in whom I marry but I too was deprived of this right. That was the only reason I didn't pay any attention to who I was getting married to, turned into a rebel. If only I did my life right now wouldn't have been so cliched. My wife's best friend showing interest in her and letting her believe that she deserved someone better than me. Okay maybe she does but I'm not letting that good-for-nothing friend of hers decide that for her.

With that thought in mind, I got up from the seat I'd occupied since we had come to my parent's anniversary party. I detest these parties and over-the-top decoration, what are these for? Anniversaries, birthdays in my opinion are much more intimate occasions to be shared with your loved ones, preferably at home, with a home-cooked meal and a relaxed environment, in your PJs. Straightening my tie I tap on my wife's so-called best friend's shoulder, "Excuse me, I'd like a dance with my wife." removing her hand from his I leave no room for an argument. Twirling her around I don't miss the stink eye she's throwing my way but do I care, no.

"Last time I checked you don't like dancing," she asked with gritted teeth. "Weren't you having too much fun?" I retorted back. I came here to have a polite talk with her to ask her if she want to come home with me where we could continue our own fun but the annoyance she is showcasing towards me for interrupting her time with that ass-wipe was getting a toll on my nerves. I do admit there is no one to blame for her hatred towards me but me. "Let's just have a talk at home, OKAY?" making up my mind that this relationship would go nowhere if I don't tell her how I feel. I drag her out of there, I'll apologize to my parents tomorrow besides they are too busy attending to everyone else. Right now, salvaging my own relationship seems more important, so at least I get a chance to throw my anniversary party, not that I intend to.