Rain on Your Parade

The entire event hall, where Zelda's wedding reception was hosted, was filled with the clinking of cutlery and glasses. The bride and her husband later made contact with each other's lips.

In that scene, Amos had a sour smile on his lips. The red wine was immediately sipped, and the wine glass was carefully set on the table.

That should be me...

Zelda's spouse caught the man's attention. He ought to be in that Race's place. He was too relaxed in his prior connection with Zelda, and as a result, he was unaware of her change of heart toward Race. He cherished the girl. Amos didn't weep, even though he knew he was harmed. Maybe it was only his ego as a guy that was wounded. Why is he petty and resentful at his ex-girlfriend's wedding now? That is because he found it difficult to comprehend that the woman he had once considered proposing to had already married another man.

“Amos, let’s go,” his friend Barney invited him.

“Look at yourself. Your face is red. I know you're drunk.”

“Just wait, Barney. The cake that I baked myself is not yet there.” 

When Barney heard what Amos said, he only shook his head. How could a friend avoid feeling let down? In place of the vanilla flavor, Amos simply added ampalaya flavor to the cake. Although it's a bitter thing, Amos just wants to say that he wasn't happy with how the wedding was handled.

When a woman walked through the door of the event hall, the man's interest was piqued. Her light pink dress with an off-shoulder design showed off the lovely contour of her body. It was possible to see her straight, ash gray hair. She stood tall, with a snow-white complexion. Her black lips only served to detract from her attractiveness despite having a petite face and gorgeous features. The lipstick appears to have been purposefully darkened by pressing down on it. She had a gorgeous witch's appearance. 

Amos didn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off the woman. When he noticed her approaching him, he slightly leapt out of his chair. The man was puzzled as to why the woman had such an impact on him. She abruptly came to a stop in front of him, which astounded him.

“Is someone sitting next to you? Can I sit beside you?” asked the woman while lazily chewing the gum. 

Amos knew to himself that he was not yet drunk but it was as if he was drunk in her presence. He could smell the woman’s feminine perfume and he really didn't want that scent to leave.

So addicting...

“Boy, I'm asking you,” the woman said angrily to Amos, but the man didn't even budge. He continued staring… and admiring her.

“You can… sit there. No one is sitting.” Barney was the only one to talk to the woman because Amos seemed to be losing his mind at that moment.

“Thank you,” she answered. He followed her gaze until she sat down. A few moments later, Amos returned to his right consciousness.

He smirked to get her attention. The woman faced him with an eyebrow raised. “Amostacio Reolonda but you can call me Amos.” He held out his hand but she didn't accept it, so he just put it down. He gave her a sweet smile but her face soured.

“Zein,” she simply answered.

The corner of Amos' lips turned up. “So, are you related to the newlyweds? I assumed you were in the part of the groom. I just saw you now.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “The bride is my older sister.” Amos was shocked by what the woman said. He didn't think that the Zein he was facing now was actually Zeinab, Zelda's younger sister.

He used to get stories from Zelda about her younger sister in Japan when they were still dating. Maybe Zein didn't know Amos was Zelda's ex-boyfriend because he had just turned to face her.

“So, your Zeinab Agiw?” the man asked in shock.

“Can you please stop that? Don't call me Zeinab. Are we close? How did you know my whole name?”

“I am your sister’s boyfriend.”

Zein inflated the chewing gum and when it popped, she put it back in her mouth with her lips. “Boy, are you fooling me? I think your head is broken. Are you the groom of my sister, Zelda?”

Amos scratched his eyebrow. “Okay, I am sorry. What I mean is... your sister’s ex-boyfriend.”

The woman laughed softly. “Boy, make it clear.”

The man didn't want it when she repeatedly called him "Boy". He already told his name. Irritation arosed in him. He couldn't help but confront her. “Don’t call me that kind of endearment. I already told my name.”

Zein smirked. “Go ahead, Mang Tasyo.”

The irritation was replaced by annoyance because of what Zein said to him. His name was from his grandfathers and thought carefully for his handsome face then an Agiw just called him Mang Tasyo?

How dare she call me Mang Tasyo? 

He was about to answer the woman but he stopped when he heard the applause of the people. He lost his attention on Zein and followed the four layers wedding cake cut by the newlyweds. A smile of victory appeared on Amos' lips.

“Finally!” he exclaimed. A soft laugh escaped from his mouth when they tasted the wedding cake. It was obvious from the looks of these people that they didn't like the taste of the cake. Race seemed to want to spit out the cake but couldn't because there was a camera focused on them. Meanwhile, Amos couldn't stop laughing when the two faced the camera and both grimaced.

“I think this is a bad idea. Let's go, Amos,” Barney whispered to him.

“I am not yet done, Barney.” Amos stood up and went to the sound system where the wedding band was playing. The microphone made a deafening noise as he violently grabbed it. Everyone looked at him, even the newlyweds.

He looked at Zelda and her face showed concern. “Congratulations, newlyweds. Did you like the wedding cake that I baked?” Race glared at him but Amos just laughed loudly. “Oh, come on! I know that tastes really... really good.