KING Luther was standing straight while waiting with everyone to see their most awaited person to come that day. He was near the altar, waiting for the bride… though the bride coming is not his.
He looked at Jef who looked so nervous while waiting. He was even sweating bullets while waiting, even tapping his toes on the floor, getting nervous and impatient.
"Dude, relax," he said to the groom, his friend, Jef.
Jef chuckled and blew a nervous deep breath on his palm trying to calm himself.
"You look tense," King Luther said, "Your girl will surely come, you don't have to worry."
"I know…"
King Luther averted his gaze again on the red carpet where the flower girls and bridal maids were walking.
He once dreamed of standing near the altar, waiting for his own bride to come. He once imag
