"HOW's the groom-to-be? Are you ready to cry to stop the wedding? Or do you want to my help to escape?"
Deive gave his friend, Sydney, a tired lookwhen he had the video conference friends on his laptop. Fortunately, he brought his laptop and an internet connection is available also in the area.
"Me? Runaway from Callea? " He clucked his tongue and smiled as if to he was daydreaming. "No, dude! She's an angel. You should have tasted her bulalo. She’s a great cook. This woman is a keeper.”
His brief relationships with other women made him feel restless before. Though he was not the f**k and run type, he was not the type to settle to a woman. There was something missing. Now he knew. He wanted the feel of being home. Silly as it may sound, he me her think of permanence. Being married to
