Marriage

Yes, marriage. I'm going to talk about marriage. A big step in life, and in relationship.

Before I start, no, I'm not getting married! I don't even have a boyfriend, for goodness' sake. Not just I don't have a candidate for a future husband, I'm just 18 years old! No, it's my cousin who's getting married. And she's planning a lavish wedding. A lavish, amazing, glamorous, over-the-top wedding. Okay, not really all that. But it's suppose to have the best of everything. At least in our hometown.

The other week, on 6th, her fiance's family came to her place for a traditional ceremony of, I don't know what they call it in English, but in Malay, we call it 'merisik'. You know, where the family represent the groom-to-be, to ask the bride-to-be's family for their daughter's hand in marriage. Oh yeah, and ask about the term and condition. And the dowry. All the planning stuff. Oh yeah, and the we had a ceremony for the engagement too the same day. Usually it would be held on different days, but it's all just a protocol. We're not really a traditionalist, we're just doing it for the sake of our culture.

Anyway, it was held in her parents' house, of course. So, as one of the bridesmaid, and one of her cousins, I came by to lend a hand. And guess what my role was. A waitress. It was kind of a small gathering for our family and closest friends. There was a sit-down dinner after all that need to be done has been done. The guests, especially Danny's representatives and family will be served. By me and a few of my cousins.

So, I waited for the main table. I served them food, take their dirty plates, fill their drinks. You know, the way they do in a formal dinners and functions that I often go to. I may have never waited before in my life, but I have been waited countless of times. So, I used the experience as a guide. So, there I was, wearing a baju kurung and all dolled up, serving food. Imagine that. Viv owe me big time.

The next day, we meet up with Danny and his family again. Have lunch together before sending them to the airport. We, as in, my mum, Viv's mum, Viv and me. They were staying at the Novotel. Before my mum and I joined them, they were in Gaya Street. You know how the Kuala Lumpurians love this kind of things. So, again, when we met up, I took the role of a good hostess. Making a great impression on them. Just like what Viv told all of her cousins.

So, the next few days, Viv and I meet up again. Viv's family came to my place for Hari Raya Aidil Adha. So, Viv told me something funny. During one of her regular phone calls to Danny, Danny told her, that his mum told their relatives how impressive is Viv's family. How ladylike and feminine and beautiful is Viv's cousins. And Viv was like, "What? Did you go to the right house?". Of course, we were laughing our heart out hearing that sort of compliment. I mean, we are NOT ladylike and feminine. We are bunch of tomboys. Girl power kind of people. Ha-ha!

See? That mean I am an awesome waitress. I kick ass at the task. I leave a mark so deep in their hearts that it reflected in the whole family. Woo-hoo! Who said I can't do a blue-collar job can eat their own words. Ha-ha!

Oops, I got to go now. I'll give you the details of the wedding later, k?