Sometimes, I feel, though it was not in my hand, to control them, I should turn it to fix myself. It was late, thinking it. I thought about it in the morning. After waking up. I should have called him. My friend saved his number on my phone with the name- 'Who's this!' I don't know how to describe my anger. But I should have texted him and fixed a date for the meeting. I thought it was then becoming tough for me to take the single steps to enter the castle. It was not as easy as I was taking it. It was a wedding, I was going to spend my whole life with him, of course I SHOULD HAVE realised it before.
I was in an angry mood while getting ready. Why always with me?! There's a lot of reasons why the temper was rising. Family, friends, fiancé... I saved my anger under my throat. I had no choice, I was walking to the altar first. While waiting for the bride, I was recalling one week ago moment,
One of my friends came to me with the wedding card on his hands. Held it right before my eyes when I was typing on my laptop. I was disturbed. What do you want?" I asked then. "Like seriously, dude?! You're getting married after one week and don't know the name of your future wife!" He said with serious feedback. I moved the card and cleared my eyesight, then kept typing first. Another friend of mine held my hands and removed it from the keyboard, then closed the laptop. I rudely looked at him. Saw him, fetching the card off the floor, and held it in front of my eyes again. "Look at it, Leno. We are not joking. It is serious." I still didn't look at. The other friend of mine took the card and opened it for me. Held it before my eyes. It was so close that I was seeing blur. I again removed it. "It's enough, guys. I just have some pages left. Let me finish my work-" "IT IS LUKA MODRIĆ." He cut me off that day. I got a huge shock. Like, wait. What!
I was sitting their with wide eyes. What I had just heard! No way. They guessed my feedback by my reaction. They came close and sat near me. "But it is 50-50 chance for him to be the footballer. Leno, you know that your parents have a nice connection with Croatians. I, along with Draźen, searched some facts about his country. And it is also bad news for you that 'Luka Modrić' is a very common name in Croatia." I was still in a shock. Opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. I was gasping for some air. What I was hearing. Luka Modrić? The captain?
"What do you think, Leno?" Draźen asked. When I was holding my eyes straight but thinking about thousands matters. Just one week after, serious? He shaked one of my hands, as I got my normal reaction back, didn't let them guess my thinking. "Matter is, we know your next question. You will ask why didn't we ask your mom for the clearance?" "Yes, of course. What did she say?" I asked further, curiously. Draźen came face to face, and his reaction didn't suit my expectations. They were somehow frustrated on me. I realized first, but it was for another reason. He went like, "Leno, your mom was furious about your attitude when you refused to go with them for the confirmation about wedding. She added that you didn't show any interest in your future first. You didn't care about your life. So, you will get what is coming to you. She was so frustrated while yelling. Then, she said that she is not gonna tell us the identity. She acted like the wedding card was a gift from her, we should pay for it. She walked off after confirming that you are going to spend all the rituals without knowing with whom. That's her command for your misbehave." I lost my voice, literally. Why on this earth, I face every single commitment! I told sorry to my mom and asked for an apology. But I didn't ask for clearance further.
I didn't react. The corner of my heart knows it was not the Croatian captain. It was someone else.