Yes, I Do!

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This was when words were not burned into ashes by the Time

But sublimed into the sky

Re-noted by an angel in the Book of Records

Then those words became a Vow

Vows

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February, 27th 2010

At that day, everything felt serene. The dawn was serene. Me, surrounded by my lovely family, was the one whose heartbeats drummed even the ants could hear. It was all about the ceremony me and my entire family would attend. But not an ordinary one. It was all about my wedding ceremony.


Woke up early and met my personal bridal, Tante Didi (who, of course, woke up earlier than I did). She putted make up on my face so professionally. But it was not about the make-up, the wedding dress, the guests, foods and beverages, and many other detail things that filled my mind. My mind was full of him.

It was him. He, who successfully took the whole of my heart and never returned it back, was sitting at the core of the mosque waiting for me. Sitting on the sacred place to make the vow.


Oh, by that time when started thinking about him, I suddenly felt so ashamed. It was not worth for me being nervous. He might be more nervous than me. All of the burden were on his shoulder. There were hundreds pair of eyes focusing on him.


I really wanted to run into him, and whisper on his ear, 

"My dear love, I knew you are in the middle of a giant spotlight. Here, put your gentle hands on my palms. Let me warm your freezing hands. Thanks for being here. Then I won't be a runaway bride. Because this day had been pictured night by night in my fairytale childhood dream. Because it was you."

When I sat next to you. When the old man asked me. When my brother held your right hand. When you said the vow. All of the sudden, my fairytale childhood dream became true. So real that almost made me cry. If there were the falling tear into my palm, it would say,

"Yes I do. Because it was you."

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I would like to say bunch of thanks to Tante Didi, my soul sista Nonon's mom, for the wonderful make-up. The make-up she putted on my face really revealed my aura. Oh, I almost forgot! Thanks for the wedding dress too, Tante. Did I look more fabulous in white kebaya or in gold gown? What did you think? Me, myself, prefer the white one. The color of white made a bright tone to my face. Making me felt glorious as the Queen of the Day! Yay!