Today's my lovely and protective brother's wedding. He is getting married, and I never thought he would because he is always busy taking care of me. He is there when I do my physical therapy or eat food, 24/7 around me. He is marrying an angel. Sofia is an Angel.

Danilo told me about my marriage to Sofia's brother, Samuel. I know this is not a rightful arranged marriage—it's forced. There is something that Danilo hasn't told me yet. I am waiting, but I think I will learn it from Samuel on the wedding day. 

One thing that I know for sure is not to expect love or even anything. And why don't I expect anything I see my soon-to-be husband with a lady on the dance floor. Dancing with her, Laughing, and I sit in my wheelchair in a corner.

I never wanted attention because that attention is always a pity, which I don't like. Yes,  I can't walk, but that doesn't mean....

Let's not think about it. I see Danilo coming towards me, and I smile. He comes and kneels, coming to my level. He Stretch his hand towards me. I look at his hand and then his face. He nudges his hand towards me.

"Let's dance," he says. I tilted my head to my side, looking at him he loves to show off, and I know him whenever we dance, he always dances to get people's attention. But right now, I don't want attention; I am good with what's going on.

"No, go and Dance with Sofia," I say.
He shook his head and said, " I did Dance with Sofia, and now I want to dance with my sister." I nodded, understanding him.
"But your sister doesn't want to dance and also doesn't want the attention," I say, he was about to say something when Ines comes and said, "If you don't mind, can I talk to her?"—asking Danilo for permission. 

Danilo gets up, nods at her and smiles and leaves.
She sits on the chair beside me. I don't know what she wants to talk to me about, but I also know what she wants to talk about. Me and Samuel. I just hope she can be a little less mean.

People always say she is nice, but who would be nice if your son is getting married to someone who can't walk? After what she and her family have gone through, she has the right to be mean. I wouldn't hate her for that.

The silence makes me feel nervous.

"I am sorry" her first words to me. I look at her with so much shock.
"For what, Ma'am?" I ask.  Not knowing if I have permission to call her aunt or anything. She smiles a little and looks at me with so much of something on her face. It's an emotion I can't pinpoint.

"For being something I always wanted for Samuel," She wanted a person who couldn't walk for her son. Samuel is her son, right? What am I thinking?
" Don't look so shocked"
" I am sorry," I say, I am.

" Don't be, and you have nothing to be sorry about"
I nod. Not knowing what to say.
" If you ever feel in love with someone else, tell me "
My whole body goes still for the moment. What.....

" Ma'am, I would never do that. I may have been a shock to your family. I will never do that. Not when you have been good to me"
" Have I been good to you?" she asks with a hint of doubt and questions both. I nod my head, she is nice.

" Maybe after marriage, I will change"
I don't know what she is trying to do. 

"I don't know what is going to happen to you and Samuel, but if you ever think that the only thing you are getting from this relationship is hate or just nothing. Tell me."

" Ma'am, we are in a relationship. Even if we don't know each other, we both have a responsibility" I can't say that my and her son's relationship, if there is any, is a deal. Her younger daughter was a deal. Her son is a deal. Her second elder daughter she can never meet because she is married to her husband's rivals.

I can't say. She has lost enough.

" This is why you are someone for Samuel. You understand the situation but don't want to force someone. "

Did she read my heart?

" If you want to leave him, never think twice. Just call me and tell me. And Leave. " She gets up and pats my head, with her eyes filled with love and support, not pity.  And she leaves.

I see her going to her husband, and he hugs her. So beautiful.

I take a deep breath and look at the dance floor. Samuel is dancing with someone, and she is cute. But it also hurts. Like you have a fiancee, dude. If you want to fuck around, at least don't do it in front of me or at your sister's wedding. I look away.

I look for Alex, he is my bodyguard, aka caretaker. He is 38 years old. My older brother is is is is from another mother. 

"What do you want?" I gasp. I turn to see him standing beside me. He is always not there when I am looking for him and then appears out of nowhere.

"Can we go to the car??" I say, he nods. And holds the wheelchair and starts wheeling me out of the room. He picks me up and places me in the car. Closes the car door. And I see Samuel standing at the entrance through the window.

Our eyes connect, and I feel my heart beating fast. My breath struck my throat. I look away, but he doesn't. I feel his eyes on me.

My face, then my hands, my chest, my waist, then my legs. And they linger there, not moving. Staring the soul out of them, if it still has a soul. LOOK AWAY.

Alex opens the door once again and places a blanket on my legs. He always does that; he is my second brother. He doesn't like that if anyone looks at my legs, The Same goes for Danilo.

They both don't like it if someone looks at me with pity.

They are like two children protecting their favourite toy.
But I love it.

He places the blanket and kisses my hand. His daily routine makes me feel special. But I never felt broken. Yes, I have certain physical limitations. And I am disabled.

He closes the door, and I move up to look at Samuel, still staring at me. And the door closes, and the curtains break our connected eyes.

Alex didn't enter the car, but after 5 minutes, he entered. Face filled with anger. He makes that face when someone makes him truly angry.

I was about to ask when he said.
" Don't ask," his voice is filled with rage.
I stayed quiet; I didn't want to talk to an angry Alex.

We reach home, and Alex helps me to the room. I changed and went to bed. But one question lingers in my head.

Why was Alex angry?