It was just Asna and I inside our parents room, when she was expressing her excitement toward my wedding. Thought of spoiling her fun and pretending that I’ve cold feet.
“Asna, I have something to tell you.”
“I don’t think I want to get married. Do you think it’s too late to cancel it?”
“You’re kidding me right?”
“No. I want to be single so I can stay in this house forever with you.”
She tried to reason with me.
“Why don’t you want to get married? Don’t you want to have kids?”
“But I want to see my siblings get married and have a family!”
“You don’t need to see me get married. Your other sibling will get married, too, duh.”
She was losing her cool. And she was stern.
“I think you have to talk to Mama. Don’t talk to me about this.”
“But I’m scared to tell her. She’ll be angry at me. Everything is planned already!”
“Well, I’m not telling her either. I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t know anything.”
Then she cut me off and changed the topic.
Ahh. The simple pleasures in life.