The Proposal

The day. He remembers it clearly, the day she said yes. The day that led to all this things that has happened the day that he never was suppose to happen, the day of the proposal.

Celestine..Aryan Celestine.

A friendly young man, intelligent, full of life, witty, rich yet humble and of course, need I say, a charmer. Unbelievable that he is only 25. He is a believer of a power above us, the universe. His beliefs were weird and creepy but somehow TRUE. A simple give and receive policy. Give the universe positive thoughts and it gives you positive life changing situations.

Two bestfriends he had. Just like every other bestfriends in about every other story, these two were also the funny, idiotic, somehow helpful characters. They don't play much of an important role in this story but they never left him.

August. A month where it pours on every other day in this always sunny country, Singapore. A month that has quite a reputation among the people. Its a little bit cooler and the weather never fails to set the mood for a perfectly romantic evening. Orange skies, with the moon peeping at the corner and stars that finally can be seen, twinkling in a distance.

Things were the same between the two. Nothing has changed for about 3 years now. They are always having their little ego problem which began way before they even started dating, when they were still.."friends".  His two best buds have been putting up with it since then and now they are immune to seeing it and hearing about it. All they wanted to do whenever they had such issues, was to push their faces together and let them kiss it out. Which would be rather a disturbing scene. Not for him, but for his buds.

However, things always get back to normal within hours and it is even more disturbing for his buds to see them together being all cute and romantic on the couch.

22nd of August

A beautiful scenery of an authentic urban landscape. If there was place close to heaven on earth, it must have been this, The Beautiful SkyPark at the top of Marina Bay Sands Hotel packed with one hell of a view. Just as the party started pumping up, she walked through the door.

There she was, the most beautiful, purest, devilishly sexy woman with style and brains of a queen that could make any man go weak in his knees with just a look, the most amazing person that could have ever entered im his life. Glittering like a fine cut diamond, in a white flowy dress, loose wavy hair, bright red lips, Majestic.

Dorlene, the woman that made the man who made ladies go crazy and wet, go weak and cheesy. The dominatrix, a name Aryan's buddy gave her.

A beautiful pair. Just perfect fir each other. Very similar to one another in thoughts and behaviour. The universe really knows what it is doing. Kudos.

Time was clocking away waiting for no man. Something special was suppose to be happening already! Everyone at the party knows about this, it was all planned perfectly. However something somewhere wasn't quite right. Aryan, hadn't made a single move.

The party went as per planned but Aryan never once reached into his pocket like it was planned. The night was still young but guests started leaving and surprisingly so did Aryan and Dorlene.

He a long quiet drive back home. Just some awkward chuckles and cute looks.

He parked the car a few blocks away from desvin's and decided to walk her back home. A walk past memory lane. Holding hands, shoulders rubbing against each other, coordinated steps, what a cute way to walk down memory lane.

The block, the wall, the place where every special thing took place. Dorlene had no idea what he had in store for her. Just as he stepped into that little corner, he let go of her hands, faced her. Dorlene on the other hand stood there with a blank face as he got down on his knees, reached into his pocket and took out a box and kept it in his palm as he looked at her, into her eyes, not a single blink. Blood was rushing, heart was thumping, the look on her face was priceless. Cheeks so rosy and a smile so wide that not even her hands could hide them. He asked her. He asked her if she would be his and only his, be with him through all the good and bad times and allow him to never leave her and take care of her, love her, show her his love everyday without fail. He asked her...if she would marry him...

Crystal clear tears drops were already rolling down her smooth rosy cheeks and her heart thumping could be heard from a mile away as she almost with no voice, overwhelmed in pure joy. The purest form of it, in a soft, quiet, cracking voice said, yes, yes she will, always will. Just before she broke down in tears, pouncing onto him, hugging him so tight, nothing could have been joyful than this. Intense happiness filled the air, the aura, the satisfaction. Tremendous! A kiss to the forehead a perfect gentlemen. He proved it.

Nothing, nothing could beat that special feeling. No words can be used.

And now here he is, standing right in front of Dorlene. As everyone gets up from their seats a booming voice at the background says, In the name of god, I now pronounce you, wife and husband, you may kiss the bride.

The whole place is echoing with applause and cheers as he leans forward to kiss her as her rightful husband. A soft passionate smooch. The newly wed couple turned around to address the crowd as Aryan's wing man and best bud, Krish, leans forward and whispers, "Your dream has come true! F**k yes!" right then his best bud, Ivan shouts, "Off to the party!"

Everyone laugh out loud as flowers are being thrown everywhere and it is just happiness everywhere!

The end.