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This is the last installment of my series, “The Fiance”. It took a while because I got a bit busy with school stuff.
The traditions or rituals presented in this story are the common ones which I am personally aware of. As a Filipino-Chinese, the traditions or rituals I have referenced herein may be exclusive for most Filipino-Chinese people only and may not be similar to those of the pure Chinese. Some practices also differ from one Filipino-Chinese family or household to another.
To the FSS peeps who’ve continually expressed their fascination to this series, to sha! Spread the love! *wink*
Masayang pinagmamasdan ni JC ang kanyang anim na taong gulang na pamangking si Gio. Lumulundag at gumugulong-gulong ito sa kaka-install pa lang na matrimonial bed nila ni Aimee. Nasa bagong bahay sila ngayon na binigay sa kanila ng kanyang ama.
`Di biro ang pag-install ng water bed kahit pa tinulungan siya ng mga empleyado ng kumpanya na pinagbilhan niya nito. Dapat kasi ay hands-on siya sa pag-iistall ng kanilang matrimonial bed. Kontra pa sana siya sa gusto ni Aimee na water bed sapagkat konting galaw lang ay nakakahilo na lalo na kapag sexy time. Pero wala siyang nagawa sapagkat yun ang gusto ni Aimee. Besides, he just wants to please her.
Nang masigurong maayos na ang kanilang kama, sinabihan niya na si Gio na maglaro rito. Gio was born in the year of the dragon. Mainam ito upang masigurong magkakaanak sila ng lalaki ni Aimee. When he noticed that his nephew was somehow tired, he gathered all their stuff and drove him home. Pagkatapos ay inihatid niya ng wedding gown ni Aimee sa bahay ng mga magulang nito.
Napag-alaman ni Aimee na dumaan sa bahay nila si JC upang ihatid ang kanyang wedding gown. In fairness naman dito, nag-e-effort talaga ito para sa kanilang kasal. Mas hands-on pa nga ito kaysa sa kanya. Lahat kasi ng mga kailangan niyang ihanda, pati mga pre-wedding rituals and preparations ay ginagawa ng kanyang ina.
She must admit that she’s still not in favor of their marriage. Hindi pa rin kasi mawaglit sa kanyang isipan ang pagsagot ng babae nito sa kanyang tawag. Just the mere thought that JC fucks someone else makes her stomach cringe.
She’s trapped. Alam niya na hindi niya na maiiwasan ang kasal nila ni JC. She just hopes that it would turn out well. After all, she felt their connection. And deep inside, she’s still hoping na sana mauuwi sa happily ever after ang kanilang fixed marriage.
Kan Chiu – JC & Aimee’s Wedding
Aimee’s being made up by a popular make-up artist who also happens to cater to local celebrities. Her wedding gown was tailor-made by the famous Hollywood designer, Vera Wang.
In less than three hours, ikakasal na siya sa lalaking ipinagkasundo sa kanya ng kanyang mga magulang. God knows how much she wanted to back out. But she keeps on thinking about her family. If she backs out, her dad would be very much devastated.
“Can you please give me a minute?” pakiusap niya sa make-up artist. Ayaw niya kasing makita siya nitong umiiyak. Alam niya na hindi niya na naman mapipigilan ang emosyon niya kaya mas mainam na ibuhos niya na lahat ngayon para presentable siya mamaya sa simbahan.
“Pero, Miss Aimee…”
“Please, I just need to be alone for a while,” dagdag niya.
Tumango ito at lumabas ng kwarto.
Napahagulhol siya. Hindi niya na maintindihan ang kanyang nadarama. Ang alam niya lang, ikakasal siya sa ayaw o sa gusto niya. Patuloy pa rin siya sa pag iyak nang maramdaman niyang may humahaplos sa kanyang likod. When she turned, it was her father.
“Tue pu chu, my little princess…” nangingilid ang luhang tugon ng kanyang ama.
“Dad… Wag kang magsorry,” she said in between sobs.
He reached for her comb on top of the dresser. Dahan dahan nitong sinuklay ang kanyang mahabang buhok. It’s another Chinese wedding ritual wherein the bride’s father combs her hair four strokes downward to remove bad luck.
“Just bear in mind that all I want is for you to be secure. This is all for you. All I want is the best for my sweet pea. JC will take care of you,” garalgal ang boses ng kanyang ama.
She felt the sincerity in her father’s voice. She hugged him tight.
“O, sige na dad. `Di pa tapos make-up ko eh, nagdadrama pa tayo rito,” biro niya.
Ngumiti ang kanyang ama at lumabas ng kwarto.
When she was all set for the wedding, her mom held her hand and sent her off. Niyakap niya ito. They both cried but then ended up laughing. Para silang mga baliw habang hinahatid siya nito sa kotse.
Before she stepped inside the car, she turned back and threw her sang hee fan towards her mom’s direction. Pinulot naman ito ng kanyang ina. Ang ibig sabihin nito ay kahit na ikakasal na siya, ang pag alis niya sa kanilang bahay ay hindi nangangahulugang maglalaho ang swerte sa kanilang pamilya.
She felt nervous while they were on the way to the church. Pagkarating nila sa simbahan sinalubong agad siya ng wedding coordinator at iginiya papasok. There, she saw JC and his entire family.
And so their wedding began. She’s smiling but the truth is, it’s as if she’s physically present but mentally absent. Nakikita niyang nakangiti ang mga tao. Her mom’s crying. Her dad and brother looked so proud. She stood at the entrance of the church, unaware of her queue.
Nilapitan siya ng kanyang wedding coordinator at sinabihan na kailangan niya nang maglakad patungo sa altar. She walked down the aisle looking directly at the man who turned her world upside-down in countless ways. Wala talaga siya sa sarili. Para siyang manikang de susi.
She snapped back to her consciousness when JC held her hand and uttered his wedding vows.
“Aimee Celine, I believe in you, I believe in the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together...
...I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your strengths as well as your weaknesses, as you do mine.
...I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make your love and happiness my priority.
...I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph.
...I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring…”
Napahagulhol siya habang isinusuot ni JC sa kanya ang wedding ring.
How does he manage to sound so loving, so sincere?
She bit her lower lip. Now it’s her turn to say her vows. Magsasalita na sana siya ngunit naramdaman niya na humigpit ang pagkakahawak nito sa kanyang mga kamay. She looked at him. And there, in his eyes, she saw pain. It’s as if he’s speaking to her through their gazes.
Napagpasyahan niyang wag nang gamitin ang vows na ginawa niya para sa kasal nila. The vows that she made were just full of empty words, empty promises which are only meant to lead people into believing that they are a perfect couple. She decided to disregard her previously written vows and started speaking spontaneously.
“James Clyde, I promise, to respect you as an individual, with interests, desires, and needs as important as my own...
...To be your partner in celebrating our successes and facing our challenges.
...To be a loving wife to you, and contribute daily to the health, comfort, and balance of our relationship.
…I am here, I will always be here, to understand you, and to continuously delight in the privilege of sharing my life with you...”
Alam niya na nilalabanan ni JC ang pag-iyak. Nanginginig ang kamay na isinuot niya rito ang singsing.
Their wedding went on smoothly. She took the risk of unveiling her true feelings to JC.
After the reception, JC took her to their new house.
Wala silang imikan. Tinanggal ni Aimee ang pulang tela na nakabalot sa salamin na nasa kwarto nila. Nakita niya sa salamin na nasa likuran niya na pala si JC at nakatitig sa kanya.
“Baby steps, Aims…” he said while gazing at her.
“H-huh..?” clueless siya.
“Just allow me to take baby steps in proving to you that I can be the man you deserve,” seryosong tugon nito.
Napalingon siya rito. She reached for his hand. Their gazes locked.
She turned away from him and gestured that he unzip her wedding gown.
Naka bra at panty nalang siya. Mabilis niyang hinubaran si JC.
It’s their wedding night and she wants to take charge.
Itinulak niya ito sa kama. Kumandong siya rito at hinalikan ang leeg nito.
“Uhmmm, babe,” ungol ni JC.
She bit his earlobe gently and sucked it off.
“Fuck!” he cursed.
That heightened her senses. Umalis siya sa pagkakakandong rito at tinungo ang dresser, she was frantically opening the drawers.
“Babe?” takang tanong nito sa kanya.
“Where are your cuffs?” she hissed.
“H-ha? Bakit? Tinapon ko na lahat.”
“Pambihira naman,” pinulot niya ang belt nito sa sahig.
Napakunot noo si JC.
“No! I will not whip you with that, Aimee Celine Yu!” he said with conviction.
Tumawa lang si Aimee.
“And who said I wanna be whipped?” she retorted seductively.
Naglakad siya papalapit dito. Hinawakan niya ng magkabilang kamay ni JC at itinali sa headboard ng kama gamit ang sinturon.
“Aimee!” bulalas nito.
“Ssshhhh… Don’t talk unless you’re spoken to,” aniya habang dinidilaan ang earlobe nito pababa sa leeg hanggang sa dibdib nito.
“A-aimee, what are you doing? Uh, ahhhhh…” he groaned.
She continued licking his abs down to his…
“Fuck!” mura ni JC.
He wants to grab Aimee but he can’t. Nakatali ang mga kamay niya sa headboard ng kama.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!... Read More