so, i finally tied the knot with the man i loved on a very tight traditional wedding. despite the tortures of having to wear a heavy bun on my head and to get suffocated by the cloth around my body, i'm having fun.
the hardest part would be asking my parent's permission. there were scenes flashing through my mind. i remember those days...bitter days...days of uncertainty and misery. and swear to God, i wish i was a better kid back then. so i knelled down...reading words one by one...and i felt my hand trembling..those words faded away...i was crying.
so, when my father hugged me, i whispered 'lia minta ampun ya pak' for i knew that as much as this wedding pleased me, it was his heart i broke the most.
and then, here i am...a no-longer-single woman.
my first day as a wife...well let's just say i did not do it very good. i still woke up at noon; still not cooked; still not served the hubby in a way that most wives did. in short, i am not so good playing this role.
hopefully...finally...the fairy of wives corp. spread it's stardust and turns me into martha stewart...ahahaaaahahhaaaa
