It began when I casually asked my man to be serious and marry me. Did I ask him? Yes.
I kind of talked about this idea of living our life together and building a small happy family for like days, hours. As a man, he, let's call him Mr. Curly, felt the urge to do or provide what I want. Trust me, this is his worst trait ever! Why? Because even though I only talk casually and passing by, he always takes it seriously.
Anyway, because of his trait, he started to think about marriage too. He in silence, started to make a plan of where, when, and how to propose me. Well, he asked me when I wanted him to meet my parents and I told him, "just come with me on Eid holiday." He asked me too about when I wanted to get married, I told him "if it's possible, I want us to get married as soon as possible. Even tomorrow is great."
It was in 2013. He finally came visiting me and my family on the Eid day. (Eid is moslem's christmas). He even only spent 1 day with his family then flew to my town just to do what I wanted him to.
On that day, on that very day. I still remember his face, his voice, his sitting position, his t-shirt, his smell, his smile, and his fear. There were me, my dad, my mom, and him in that living room. My dad was silence all the time. He is never used to this romance thing. My mom? She was more enthusiastic of what was about to happen. Me? I swear to God, if there was a bucket, I'd like to hide my head in it just to hide my tremendous red face, and few tear drops. Mr. Curly sat right next to me, and said
"Mr. and Mrs. S, I'm here to ask your permission to marry your daughter. We've been together for so long and we think this is the right time to tie the knot. I know I am no body. I don't have much money. But I got my parents' permission to marry your daughter and I am ready." Pause...
"My parents said hi and being very sorry that they couldn't come. If it's alright with you, I'd like to marry your daughter on her graduation day. It's a very perfect time and special for her. I want to make the day more special for her. And if it's alright, it will be a simple wedding first then we can have the ceremony in early 2014." Another pause...
"So, what do you think?" A very awkward situation then happened.
I did really want to hug him that time! Kiss him! But, damn there were my parents staring at us, awkwardly as well. Then my mom said, "then she cannot be pregnant until the big ceremony. Otherwise, people will be curious and gossips will be in the air."
I nodded. "That we can do," said Mr. Curly.
My dad was having a very long pause. I hate that.
"Well we have got to discuss this with the rest of the family first. You know, we have a big family. And based on our tradition, we've got to discuss this with them. With her uncles, aunts, grandparents." My mom explained.
"Alright. So when can we have the confirmation?" Asked my man.
"I'll just phone you or you can phone me. Give us some time for this."
"Yea, we need to discuss this first." Finally my daddy talked! That's all and he headed to the bathroom.
People said home is a place where you find peace.
I'm home right now.
I'm back to my parents' house after years leaving them.
This is supposed to be full of happiness and excitement.
This is supposed to be a home for me.
But I'm feeling different.
I'm feeling uneasy.
I'm feeling so lame.
I'm so shallow.
I feel much better back at my lodging house.
Maybe I don't feel this place as my home anymore.
Not to mention the heat, the tradition, the people.
I don't like the heat.
I don't like the complex tradition.
I don't like the people with loud voices and strong language.
It's just not me at all.
It's not me.
It's not my home.
I'm at the wrong home.
MARRIAGE. what do we know about marriage? two in-love people tying their knot so they won't be separated anymore? two people finally find their bed soulmate? two people who are sick of attending their friends' marriage and suddenly decided to get married? two people who are meant for each other even before they were born? two people who only need a person to help pay the bills? what is marriage? tradition? obligation? WHAT??????????
Yay! I went to the beach market in Palu, Central Celebes, and I found these fresy big squids. It was WOW! I love squids and fish so much that I couldn't control to buy them all. Finally I bought the squids and fish, then left them to my Mom to cook. The best part about cooking the squids is the ink. Most of people might throw the ink away, but we keep it and use it in our cooks. The ingredients are just garlic, red onion, ginger, chili, lemon juice, celery, and leek. I'll give the full recipe on my next post.