Pixieee

Published on: 31st July, 2021

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"Why is he here??",

"Is he guest too",

"He looks as good as before", "ohhhh Wait.... This is marriage announcement party right??",

"Is he the host??", "Is she is the fiancé he told that night"; he was getting married right, and God why he own every sparkly thing",    his attention was getting drifted between Mew's face and woman's ears...

He is in dilemma , distracted by two sparkles, one eye on green emerald, the other on a pretty face, eyes were getting confused as confuse his brain where to put focus on...

In the end unconsciously it, fixed on man's face, he sure use pixie dust, how can he over shine the gems, right.... There is minimal possibility of it,

Or

He is using some witch craft to make 'young' 'handsome' 'glorious' and manly manly man..... 'like me'... to drool over him so, he can make fun of them later on, ahhhhh...... this must be the case, he knew witch craft... Did i just use the word drooling for him, no...no.... he means just checking out casually nothing special

why the hell phi Mild didn't tell him anything, and why he is standing here staring at the man who had rejected him brutally,

And the irony of his situation, the man looks fresh like he can smell his clean odor from this far, not literally but, the whiff from last weekend was still fresh in his mind, this whole situation is really frustrating...

Good that the performance ended soon, or did time flies or was he too engrossed in drooling, sorry..... casually checking out, someone's profile that time felt evaporated...

What ever but, the good thing is he can escape from this place, and will forget and have dreams of the perfect shiny face and emerald greens...

Sigh...., he looked at the crowd of people, asking them with a pouty mouth, thinking they will answer his unvoiced question, yo... guys, do you feel the same as i do??, why it is this hard??,

Mild pinched on Gulf's side, "why are you pouting??"

"Aouch P'Mild, you are aggressive", he rubbed on his side, Sigh pout again..."i want to sleep, lets go"

"No, we can't, we are invited for the after party"

"No"

"Yes, and you need to mingle up"

"Ask others to mingle up on my behalf, or you do it on my behalf"

"Put your toothy smile on, and stop, complaining"

"P'Mild, i am going"

"I will not bring mother's home cooked dishes for you"

"You are blackmailing me"

"Am i??"

"I Hate You"

"So do I", "keep smiling and greet others"

"Why keep smiling, i am not the host, i am heading towards the bar"

The organizers of the gathering were saying something on mike, and they called someone on stage, Gulf has no interest in knowing, what they were saying, it is better to get liquor take over on him, instead of these boring speeches, but before he could do that, a voice halted him back from moving,

"Hello, ladies and gentleman"

"Firstly I would like to thankyou for coming at such a short notice, and sorry for being a bad host and join you guys late," everybody chuckles lightly at that...

Only this much part entered into Gulf's brain other than that goes over his head, as he was too engrossed in admiring the sparkly face, he was squealing forgetting all the humiliation he had faced a days ago, forgetting all the curses he directed towards this man, he was standing there like an idiot smiling, and with greater urge to touch him,

"You look dumb" Mild looked at Gulf's huge grin, who is smiling in distant on his own...

and with that Gulf came to reality, and the same man caught his attention,

"I would like to introduce with soon to be Mrs. Suppasit Jongcheveevat" and he called that emerald owner to the stage, she took the steps elegantly and joined Mew, smiling beautifully,

His fingers laced with her tightening the grip over her hand, his other hand holding their joined finger covering it from others sight, but everyone knew they were holding hands,

"Marriage is personal matter to me, and as everybody is aware that, 'i am not fond of disclosing my personal matters', but here, she is going to be part of my personal as well as in professional life, so i would like to introduce her to everyone..." people were clapping and cheering for them...

Mew looked at her side, and she smiled in response, she didn't interrupt the speech in between, she knew she would get the chance to speak, Mew don't like interruptions, she has learnt this much in three years,

"We are getting married within two months, the date and venue would not be disclosed, as i want few things private, i hope you guys understand and enjoy today's event, thankyou" he is man of few words, but when ever he speaks every one hears him, he has that command over his voice and his gesture speaks it all, he looked towards the Prink indicating it is her turn to address the guests, she nods in understanding and starts with light talks, she don't need introduce her background as everybody already new her family background....

Gulf face dropped even though he know the reality but still, he felt little uneasy and uncomfortable, what is this feeling??,

Must be feeling cringe, why to get married??, and got stuck with one person for the rest of the life, he can't understand this kind of commitment,

But the intimacy between the couple was clear, the man didn't looked anywhere apart from the woman on stage, he didn't touched her much just hand or just snuggled his arm on her waist, but his eyes were fixed on her, the way he looks at her was more intimate than holding hands, 'how would she feels when he do that', he felt irritated...

Sigh, Now remembering the way he closed the buttons, it didn't felt like an insult, it felt nice. The words that, 'people are not decent', felt nice, no one has said that to him...

His head hung low, as he look at the couple from his peripheral, took a sip from his glass, "he is loyal types i guess, what a loss"  said to no one, heard by no one may be by bar tender.

"No one should be loyal, if he doesn't i would have tasted him" his finger traced the rim of glass, he gave a last glance towards the couple feeling sour and irritated for no reason, then averted his gaze, "cringe couple..."

Soon he get engaged with people, talking to them  here and there, they were praising him and others, he let them know he is independent artist not the part of band he just feel the gaps when ever he is needed like that the conversation remained professional,

By the time Mild joined Gulf, he was pretty drunk, his head was on counter with eyes closed...

"Gulf, are you ok??"

he chuckled,

"yaaa"

"P'Mild"

"Hmmmm??"

"why are they getting married??"

"They love each other"

"Why??"

"Stop asking non sense, are you drunk already"

"P' Mild??"

"Hmmmm??"

"I want to have s**x"

Mild put a hand on Gulf's mouth, and looked around, heaving a sigh, he is gonna ruin his image like this... "why you keep making my life difficult"

The party was about to end, and Mew was thanking everyone, he came closer to them, just to say thankyou,

"Hye, sorry to came to you in the end, i met your bandmates but couldn't found you, i would like to Thank you, you are good, guest enjoyed the performance, i too even though the music you pl..." his words halted in mid, when two cold hands started mushing his face

"You know witch craft right??",

"don't you?? or do you use pixie dust??" Gulf said with slur his eyes can't focus but, he saw that face...

Mild panicked he retracted Gulf's hand from Mew's face, and looked at the surrounding, " I am sorry, he is not good with liquor, and out of curtsy he drink too much, we should leave, i hope his current behavior didn't ruin his image of being a good artist",

"And thank you so much for the invitation, we enjoyed a lot, and congratulation for your wedding, he wants to say all these things to you," awkward smile, " but as you can see" he gave another awkward smile to mew, and took Gulf's arm over his neck supporting him, he bowed a little, " we would leave, thankyou" with that he started dragging him...

"Noooooo....wait, pixieeeeeee" Gulf said in muffled, struggling to escape from the grip...

Mild tighten his grip and keeps on dragging Gulf out of the area, without looking back before they got any attention, he was thankful that none of Media was there at the moment...

where as Mew was holding his burning cheeks, which are harshly molested by a drunk man...

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I will post one more chapter in few hours,  💜💜