Epilogue Part 3
“Indeed,” I applaud, “but the main thing here is that you always improve first to be good with yourself, is what I tell my brunette, he must change first for him and then for his family and it is working,” we forget about the dress fitting and we delight in talking about our husbands. It's amazing how we can't even stop thinking about them when we're apart.
"Well?" I ask, showing them the dress I would wear tonight, they all look at me in disbelief. My dress is sleeveless white, mermaid cut with high neck and open illusion neckline. In mesh and light fabric lace with some embroidery that covers my breasts, revealing the valley that separates them as well as my entire back.
"That man is going to have a fit," Mica whispers as the most fearful.
"It's beautiful, I love it," Carla shouts, approaching me. "It's fresh and subtle, sexy and attractive. It fascinates me!" She doesn't stop looking at the beautiful dress.
"It's really nice," my mother confesses, not very convinced.
"She's a cool one," Fatima adds, "you just have to see it, Kahin is going to love it, it's easy to tear," she laughs, I roll my eyes at her madness.
"I like it, I think it can give him a mini heart attack, but dancing to his rhythm like you know how to do it, you're going to squid," Lucelia agrees over and over again.
"Oh my daughter," my aunt almost lamented, "that man is not going to separate from you all night ..." I smile, satisfied with her support, it is the only thing I need.
After trying on the wedding dress, which is just as simple, I get the same reaction, they all say that I am testing my husband's progress and it is not true, they only think about his anger and they do not think that when my husband sees me that way goes crazy with lust and passion.
"I'll get them, I'll buy what I need and that's it."
"Okay, we'll be in the cafeteria," my friend says goodbye, smiling I watch them go, I go into the baby store, I have seen some dresses for my beautiful girls and they would look like princesses. Leaving the store with bags in my hands I see something strong stamped against.
"Oh mio gave!" I complain in Italian about the crash that I took with me, “I'm sorry I didn't see where I was going,” I separate from the man who was hugging me around the waist.
"Italian?" I hear him ask, when I look at him I smile.
"Ronald!" Nice to see you,” I hug my college classmate.
“But Italian, you're changed,” he looks at me surprised, “you're better,” he growls, laughing, I hit him on the shoulder.
"Having children helped me take on a little more body" I smile in disbelief, “we haven't seen each other Since I left college?” It's more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, since that time we didn't see each other anymore, I thought you were still in Italy,” he embraces me again, “I wanted to catch you,” he laughs, he's still the same crazy man as years ago.
"What the hell are you doing hugging my wife?" Kahin's angry voice gives me chills, I separate from Ronald and look at my future husband, his eyes are full of anger.
“Hey he's a college classmate, we hadn't seen each other for years and we were just saying hello ...”
"What part of ‘I don't like you being touched’ don't you understand?" He asks almost in a shout. "This idiot was hugging you as if you were his." He looks at me angrily.
"Calm friend," Ronald intervenes, "we only greeted each other, we had not seen each other for years, it was just that…" Kahin stands in front of him.
"Kahin no," I warn him, "don't do anything you plan to do," I look at Ronald with an apologetic gesture. "It was a pleasure to see you, Ronald, never change." He smiles at me and, understood my farewell, he gives Kahin one last look and march off, I look at my fool husband, “what's wrong Kahin? Should I remind you that I'm nobody's? I am mine, I belong to myself, just because I am your wife does not mean that I belong to you,” with swollen veins and eyes full of fury, the precious bouquets of flowers that I had not seen on my chest stamped on me.
"I wasn't going to work, I was just buying these roses for you and I was thinking of spending the day together, but since you're not mine and you let yourself be embraced by how many men you want, I'd better get out of here." He takes a step back to get away from me and leave.
“Love please,” I stop him by the hand, “today is our rehearsal dinner and I don't want us to argue,” fortunately neither of us shouts, but in his voice you can see the discontent and the effort he makes not to lose control, “only it was a greeting and that you have said that I let myself be hugged by as many men as I can has hurt me, you have offended me.” Kahin lets go of my grip and without saying anything he leaves, leaving me there with the beautiful bouquets of flowers in my hands.
Dejected by what happened, I go to the girls who, when they saw me with the bouquet in hands and with the tears, made me explain what happened. Kahin has learned to distance himself when he knows that he is not going to control himself and I appreciate that he avoids arguments and that we get hurt, but many times he closes in on himself and I'm terrified that dinner will go wrong because he does not know how to trust me.
When we arrive at the house hours later we all go to the beach that is where we will have dinner, the booths are ready and decorated, after checking that the service personnel have arrived, the girls take me out of the place.
"You can't get involved anymore" I hear Carla, looking at her confused, I stop.
"It's my rehearsal dinner. Why not do it?"
My friend rolls her eyes, “that's why you should relax, the bride shouldn't worry about anything, you already supervised well, now go and spend time with the children that we take care of this,” puffing and without wanting to argue I go to the mansion, be with my children. They will alleviate the anguish that I have for not knowing anything about my husband, he does not take my mobile and does not answer my messages.
Zero hour arrived and Kahin still hasn't shown up, with my nerves on edge I get ready with the girls. When I see my daughters in those beautiful Tull dresses, I melt with tenderness, but when I see my son in that evening dress and tie the sighs become general, he is identical to his father.
“My tremendous ones come in precious,” I caress my children, then kiss them with love.
"My God ... But how precious," Malcolm, Loan, my sun, Steve, Roderick and Randon enter the room where all the women were, not seeing Kahin my heart clenches in my chest.
"Where is he?" I ask, passing on his compliment. "Malcolm, where's Kahin?" He looks at each person in the room without disguising.
"I'm sorry dwarf, he doesn't answer our calls and I don't know his location no matter how much we track him."
My heartbeat accelerates and fears invade me, “my God ... did something happened to him? Where is my husband? - I almost lost control.
“You must reassure yourself Wonder,” my sun embraces me, “it's better to go to dinner and wait for him there, we can't leave the guests, he would never miss this and you know it.” I flatly refuse, I want to look for Kahin, I want to be sure that he is fine, but the pressure they put on me forces me to give in, so we all head to the beach to welcome the guests.
In the company of my friends I do what I should be doing with my future husband, everything is wrong and what should be a happy and dreamy night is only anguish and sadness for me, I cannot believe that my fiancé is doing this to me. When all the guests arrive and are enjoying the dinner that would be given soon I turn away to let out a few tears.
“Don't cry daughter,” my mother hugs me, “you're going to ruin the makeup and you'll look bad in the photos,” she wipe my eyes carefully.
"How could he do this to me? How could he leave me alone at our rehearsal dinner? I thought we knew how to fix our differences, we had advanced a lot and look what he is doing, this is a setback in everything that we had advanced.”
A voice that I know sounds through the speakers, finishing cleaning my face I run to place where the stage is, when I see who it is a little more and I fall on my ass.
