It is true what the say about weddings, you can do it on the weekends, you can do it in your ragged jeans and you can do it in your head.
So i did it in my ragged jeans, in the drizzling rain that dribbled down a bright weekend and showed me the color of a cold evening, i had wed my loved one. We kissed and danced, and danced and kissed, and in no particular order, we danced and we kissed.
“So, lepas ni, turn kamu pulak kan?” asked everyone who came to my brother’s engagement ceremony. They came to ask me a wrong question, so i told them the wrong answer :
“Tak adelah. Lambat lagi kot. Girlfriend pun takde seorang.”
Yeah. Way to write a fiction. The truth is, i did marry my wife during my brother’s engagement ceremony — no one saw us dancing and kissing — and my wife got pregnant after the long dance, and gave birth to 4 kids while i was kissing her.
Yeah. Way to write the story of my life.
I now live with 13 cats and named each one of them after the people who had asked me of when i would get married. I have 6 kids and my wife named them after her previous boyfriends and crushes.
We live happily ever after.
The writing is fictional, but Abang’s engagement has indeed reunited me with my family. Selamat bertunang Abang!