I think I’ve reached the age where I can’t stop feeling jealous whenever a friend is getting hitched. I feel absolutely happy for her but at the same time, I can’t help to wonder, when it will be my turn?
I’ve known Aslan for eight years, I know him like the back of my hand. We’ve been dating since I was eighteen and honestly, sometimes, I can’t stand how my family pressures me to get married.
Then again, I don’t think I am ready for marriage even if I have the desire to do so. This is confusing, isn’t it?
Anyhow, the pressure has been passed down to me, therefore I asked Aslan about it in the most subtle way, ever.
“So, will you propose to me in the form of a surprise or you’d let me know about it first?” I know, what a silly question!
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” said Aslan to me. Somehow, I knew he’d said that.
“When will that be?” Another bonus question. I failed at being subtle.
“I don’t want to raise your hopes up by telling the exact time but I’m sure it’s not too long from now,” he said with a smile on his face. Aslan is sensible. One of the many reasons why I love him.
“You’re saying you would like to be married to me?”
“Very silly of you to ask that question, of course I do. It’s just that I want to make sure I can give you a good life once we’re married.”
Sometimes I don’t get it why men think that the weight of the world is on their backs.
“We can start from scratch, we’ll work things out together,” I said, still thinking this marriage thing is easy.
“I know we can but I prefer it when I have a good steady job. I want to have a proper wedding and I am determined to get you a nice engagement ring and the best wedding ring.” He made me sound like I’m some sort of a gold digger with this ring deal.
“Aslan, I don’t think it’s even necessary to get me an engagement ring, what a waste of money. A simple ring will do, I don’t mind.”
“But I don’t want people to think I’m cheap.”
“You’re not being cheap, you’re simply cutting back some cost.”
“No. I don’t want to cut cost on you, I want the best for you,” he said to me as he held my hand tighter. Aslan is such a rare diamond. Honestly, I don’t give a damn about rings, they’re just rings in the end. What matters to me is him. His love.
In the end, we’ve concluded that it is a bit too early for us to get married. Aslan haven’t finished studying, neither have I. I have one more semester to go. I want to work for a couple of years first, collect money and buy all the things I always wanted. Of course, I’ll save some money for a grand wedding in the future.
We’ve decided our wedding will take place in BCCK to accommodate both our families and friends. Talking about weddings, he asked about traditional malay weddings and the processes involved.
I explained that first of all, there’s the merisik ceremony in which his parents would go to my house with their closest relatives and asks my parents on his behalf, for my hands in marriage to him. Then there’s the engagement ceremony, this can be skipped altogether but suppose there is money to spare, why not? Then finally, the wedding itself.
The wedding itself has a few stages. At the end of the day, both of us would be extremely knackered. I can’t imagine how will we survive through the long haul flight to Hawaii for our honeymoon. Oh well, I guess not sleeping will make the journey easier.
I thought of having a simple wedding but he wouldn’t have any of that. His argument? It’s not everyday you get to get married. I love Aslan.