It was Ethol's wedding today with the love of his life, Mildred. Ethol is my bestfriend, brother, bodyguard, personal assistant, partner-in-crime, and when mom had her chemotherapy sessions, Ethol helped us take care of her. He's practically family to us than other people whom we share the same last name with but doesn't know what a family is.
It was bittersweet seeing Ethol promising forever to Mildred. I am very happy that they both have found their happiness, at the same time, I know life would never be the same as he now has his responsibilities and priorities, and he would not be able to be with me in all of my future adventures. He was with me in almost all of my adventures ever since we first met when he became my student. He will now be having new adventures with his new family.
The wedding was very simple but solemn, and was going on really well, until a couple of disrespectful bastards ruined it. Pardon my french, but there is no other nicer word I can use to describe them. Two insecure animals who lack attention and recognition trying desperately to be important: The pea-brain security guard and the lazy sacristan of Redemptorist Parish.
The wedding was scheduled at 10:30 in the morning, but since the priest came from a mass at Consolacion town (12 kilometers from Cebu City), the wedding started at 11. Before the wedding started, the sacristan was already complaining about how he was supposed to be going home already. He was very grumpy, prepared the things needed for the mass half-heartedly, and even shouted at the priest as if the priest was his slave. Though I was furious already, I tried my darnest best to control myself and just let it pass so as not to ruin the day.
During communion, we noticed that it was getting warmer and warmer even with the electric fans surrounding us. We found out that while the mass was going on, the guard was already closing all the doors of the church except one, as ordered by the sacristan. That was it. Their being disrespectful was too much. I was about to confront them when my dad beat me to it. The whole time, he was just silent in a corner, and was just observing. He jumped off from his seat and stormed towards the guard and sacristan. At the same time, we were forced to rush the ending of the mass, and we were not able to take pictures after the wedding. If not for my mom's intervention, there could have been a bloody fight from dad and the stupid guard, who instead of apologizing, was actually blaming the sacristan and anatagonizing my dad. I've seen disrespectful people all my life, and the stupid guard and hypocrite sacristan are on the top of my list.
It pains me to know that there are still heartless entities in our world today. That's the difference between humans and animals, we're supposed to be rational beings who can understand and make decisions based on what we see and what we know, rather than be like animals. We have the power to choose, I just can't understand why others would choose to be morons.
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