“Bilhan mo daw ng Jollibee si mama…”
I received a text from my youngest sibling; it’s six in the morning. Mother dear has arrived from her 2 weeks trip to Brunei to visit my twin brother. Two weeks, and she already misses eating fastfood stuff.
Even if I'm half-awake, I went to the nearest Jollibee to buy us breakfast.
She beamed when I got back. I guess she really missed Jollibee food.
“Nagmamadali ka ba?! Ba’t ang bilis mong kumain?”
“Mom, I’ve work at 8 AM.”
“Could you stay for a little while? May news ako.”
It must’ve been something important, because she put on a different face when she was about to break the news to me.
“Your brother and his girlfriend are engaged; they’re getting married on December.”
I was stunned.
“Ok.. so what are the plans? Anong arrangements ang kelangan?”
“They actually had it figured out. Almost everything is planned. They were just polishing other details of the wedding.”
I can sense a bit of sadness in her tone.
Women have this thing about weddings. And being the mother of the groom, she must’ve felt that she was left out, because it seemed she didn’t have a say on anything about the details of the wedding.
Then, I started to connect the dots.
The bride’s family (and I mean the whole family: father, mother, 3 brothers and 2 sisters), went to Brunei a week before my mom did. Maybe that was the plan. That was when my brother formally asked the family for the bride’s hand in marriage. My twin, then, had mom fly to Brunei, not to be involved, but just to be informed.
It must’ve crushed mom’s heart.
“So what’s your participation in the wedding preparations?”
“The program? Really mom? Not even the floral arrangements? Or maybe the female entourage’s gowns?”
“Just the program…”
Everything’s almost set:
“You’re the best man…”
Then reality sets in.
Pano ba maging best man?