Melancholic Sunday Afternoon

I've done it. I'm done for.

Remember the time when you said something you don't mean and ends up regretting it after you said it? This is it for me. My goal in coming here was to turn down the arranged marriage proposal and it seems that the other party is thinking of the same thing but because of my ugly pettiness, I am now in a situation I could never escape.

Right after the ordeal that we had, we wrapped things up quickly and after some quick exchange of numbers in case I ever need to meet her family or if my family wants to meet her, we can contact each other rather quickly. We wrapped things up for today, no questions asked and went on our own ways.

"I mean, it's not like we actually want something to do with each other anyway. Next time we meet, I'll clear things up and have this farce get over with," I mumbled to myself and then took a shot of the sake served to me.

After our uneventful talk with one another, I went straight to a bar where I am a regular. In the middle of the afternoon, I think it is the perfect time to get drunk.

ring! ring!

I picked up my phone as I took a sip of sake I ordered in the bar.

"So son, how did your talk with the girl go?" my mom asked, eagerly waiting for my response.

"Ah, yeah I talked to her," I responded albeit briefly.

"And? What happened after that?" she added the pressure as she digs for more details about my talk with that girl.

"Nothing much, we went our own ways after our coffees and I'm just having lunch right now." I lied as easily as I breathe.

Disappointed because I denied to give more details about my talk with the girl, my mom asked me a final question before hanging up.

"So, you think she can be the one for you?"

"I wonder about that," I responded.

The next time I get to meet her, I will make sure to set everything straight and swallow my pride to end this farce.

"Master-san, can I have another shot? Straight, this time." I ordered another drink of whiskey before heading home for the day.