good day everyone. It had been such a long period after I wrote the article about the wedding I attended during my holidays. So, as usual I will continue.
As both of us (my mom and I )finished cutting and arranging the pastries, we took the whole lot of them to the front of the house and to the buffet table where all the visitors can eat those pastries. In a tradisional malay wedding, we have to set a big khemah for the newlyweds and the visitors to enjoy the beverages, after the akad nikah ceremony is done.
After doing so, both of us waited inside the crowded room for the groom and the bride to attend the ceremony. Like all brides and grooms, they will take a longer time making themselves pretty and beautiful than any of the MFA's writing a long article. As time passed, and my legs started to cramp (I have to sit cross-legged for 30 minutes), the azan for Maghrib prayer was heard. Thus we have to go upstairs to pray. Unfortunately the house is too small even to accomodate 2 parents and their 7 grown up children, including the woman of the day, the bride. There is only 2 rooms upstairs and one of them is already crowded with people bathing and changing clothes. So, the mother of the bride allowed us to have our prayers in the bilik pengantin.
As my mom opened the door, a strong smell of roses and every kinds of sweet-smelling perfumes rushed out from the room and into our noses. Sincerely, I never like those scents as I'm totally allergic to strong smelly perfumes and it really made me want to puke.
I entered the room, lead by my mom. My curiosity and eagerness in knowing the bride grows more and more.
Who is she? Is she pretty? Is she short or tall? Questions kept on playing in my head, repeating each time my heart desired to see the bride. And there she is.................coming out from the toilet.....................along with her sisters.(Amazingly, I'm not suprised that they took a bath in the same bathroom).
She's, well.............pretty..........in her towel.......................
Suddenly my mom called me to go to the bathroom to take air sembahyang. As we finished praying, the make-up lady ordered everyone except the bride and the bride's sisters to get out. Her reason is to make the bride looked like a princess for a day. And I understood completely, I mean, come on.

Don't tell me when you want to get married, you don't want to look the best for your future husband/wife?

-- suechan--

-- to be continued --