Gembil's Wedding : The Preps-The Story

I just realized the long-winding wedding preps after those all "served" in front of my eyes. I thought when my mother said all the wedding preps are done, we don't have to through too many complicated-tiresome processes. Yet, we still have to do this and that. During the hectic period, i understand one thing. This is not my bother's wedding. This is OUR FAMILY'S WEDDING.

Began with a light daily conversation*** with his Senior High friend, my father met his future daughter in law after a visit arranged by that friend of him :

Papa : Nak Ivo ga pacaran?

Ivo : Tidak, Oom.

Papa : Mau dengan anak saya itu [*while pointing outside, at my brother who was standing nervously beside the car]? Dia juga ga pernah pacaran.

Ivo : *sceptical* Masa' putera Oom yang seperti itu ga pernah pacaran? [*she soon realized that my brother was a high-quality jomblo :))]

Papa : Masa' Oom bohong?!

A few minutes later, Ivo's father who was just met my father and my brother at that very time, asked my father to "borrow" my brother for a few minutes. After 10 minutes have four-eye talking with my brother, he said that he will let his daughter to think about the sudden proposal my father just offered. Two weeks passed and that family ended up in front of my family's door to clear everything up.

Jubir Ivo : Saya tidak pandai berbasa-basi, Pak Rizal. Saya hanya ingin menyampaikan bahwa keponakan saya, Ivo, setuju.

Papa : Alhamdulillah...

That was more than a year ago's occurence. Sounds impossible? Well, not for our family. Not with my father's surprising style. Tee-hee-hee. Now, my brother is counting the days. My father looks completely different with his usual self; his face is very tense and sometimes seems very puzzled. My mother is drowning herself for the final preps, to be exact the food-related stuff. I'm no different than them, checking this and that, here and there. Only Citra and Era who look a little bit relaxed, living their daily life without burden. 

Talking about the final preps, two days ago, a lightning as if strucked us; the girls. My mother just picked our kebaya from the dressmaker. We must wear two different kinds of kebaya; for the reception at Solo and at home. And both of the kebaya were completely different from our orders. All of them were body-fitted. Gahhh...*frustrated*

The most ruined ones were mine. My mother were clueless about her daughter gaining a few kilograms this past two years. She used my old body size for my kebaya[s]. As a result, yeah...i barely able to breath wearing them. Alhamdulillah, we received our modified kebaya today. Well, still far from satisfying my mother, but they are better. I don't mind wearing them as long as i still own my privilege to breath while wearing them.

I hope everything goes well for this very first wedding our family have to bear. I'm excited as well as nervous to meet the D-Day. I couldn't imagine how is my brother's feelings. He must be bloody nervous.

***Papa : Mad, kau ade ke kenalan2, anak gadis Arab geye...yang kire2 seumuran ngan Gema?

Oom Amad : Tar lok, Jal. Mun kurase ade i...sigik. Anak kawan orang, ade die di Solo. Ngape kau tang padah2 geye? Gema dah nak minte kawin ke?