The marriage

Marry is not a small deal because when you step into marrying someone means you have a bigger responsible and your are actually not just marrying the guy but also the family. It took awhile to convince my family to accept Peter.. Peter's family, well, they were actually happy about me being his future wife.

Maybe .... his sister .... not really ... like me.

The first time i stepped in his house was after high school. By that time, his mum was home with his brother. He never talked much about his family before so everything was a surprise. We talked and his mum said about religion and stuff like that, i keep cool and answer what ever she asked. His brother was about 3 to 4 years older than Peter. His name was Jake. I couldn't lie that they looked alike and had the same type of cute face. All the time i reminded myself that Peter was just beside me and i can't stare at his brother.

Then his sister walked down the stairs and joined us. I smiled at her but she glaze at me with a who-are-you-and-what-you-are-doing-in-my-house eyes. I looked down...
'mum! who is this girl? a saleswoman?'
'no, its your brother's girlfriend. come here. you should join us.'
'uh..fine.'

And she asked me about private stuff and grown up stuff.. like,
'so, you're the one making Peter to convert Islam.'
'so, have you had sex before?'
'what! u are still a virgin. Peter have bad taste.'
'what your parents work.'
'do you have ambition'
'you don't have fashion taste like your mum i guess. where do you buy all that .. urgh ...'

I answered every question she asked patiently...

The second time going to his house was for dinner celebrating our success that both of you entered university. That time, things got more worst. But at least his dad was nicer. But his sister, yeah her name was Donna, was my nightmare. She set a trap for me. She put something in my food and i got stomach ache for a week! *sigh*

But we managed to get along now. She is like my sister! How it happen?

One day, i got semester break for summer so i went back home. As i was walking around town the next day, i saw someone was having trouble with her car. I came to help and, it was Donna. She said that the engine cannot start and the mechanic was far away. I stepped in. I managed to fix the car. Its actually not a big deal because only one plug or something was un-plug. Donna was to afraid to get her hand on dirt and she was wearing a sun glasses to check her car. And she need to put some engine oil. She was amazed that i helped her. For me, it was actually nothing. Anyone could fix it actually.

I am done about Peter's family. Now, Peter was having a hard time to gain my family's heart. My parents were fine but not my siblings. I am the youngest so ..er .. you know how protective they can be when it come to me.

My brother already started working in London and he was still single, looking at me with a boyfriend in that young age, really tear him apart. He keep on telling me how bad a guy can be and how hurt will it be if we break up and keep on nagging me on and on about all of that such things. Until i got sick!

My sister? As she completed her studies and ALSO worked in London. Oh my .... luckily she already had a boyfriend. She is kinda cool with Peter. I am glad.

After years of our relationship, Peter came to my house without my knowledge and he actually asked my dad about proposing me. He asked the proper ways and stuff like that. I was surprise. So as my dad, he called me and we talked about it. I kinda had a tiny bit of fight with Peter.
"What are you thinking?"
"I just want our relationship to go to the next level. I am ready to be your husband."
"Marry is not something easy and you can play with. What about me? Do you think i am ready?"
"Er..at least we engaged. Its not a big deal right?"
"I need time to think about it. I do want to engaged but don't think we are too young for this kinda stuff. We are study and you still don't have job yet."
"Hurm, fair enough. *sigh*"
"Peter, you are mine and i am yours. We had done so many promises and if you want to get marry and stuff, learn more things about Islam. I want you to guide me.Marry is not just about being a husband but also being the leader of a family. Consider what i say. Meet someone who is more expert about this stuff then we talk and decide. Can you do that?"
"I can do that. Hey, don't call me Peter anymore remember, call me Hakeem. I am sorry for rushing things."
"No, its ok. I got to go. Assalamualaykum."
"Waalaykumusalam."

Yupe, that was after 2 years of studying. As we graduate and start to work. He did it again. I mean, he rush things but this time, we got engaged for real. My brother seems, not really pleasant but he agreed because it had been about 5 years of relationship, maybe 4. This time maybe because he also already got engaged and will marry soon. Really soon. My sister? She already got married during my final semester. She was pregnant during my brother's engagement ceremony and during mine, she already had a healthy baby boy.

Hakeem and my brother get along AT LAST. How it happen? Promises. He met my brother personally at his office. It think it was a month after our engagement. He told me the story, but i didn't believe 100%. The way he said:
"Let's talk man to man."
"Go on."
"I will be your sister's husband by next year and i hope you will bless our relationship. Our marriage."
"How can i believe that you can make my sister happy and will never let her go?"
"Can you see how long our relationship still fine until now after about 5 years. And where it end up now. Is that not enough?"
"For me, no. Well, you said that you are a man so, let play bowling. Who wins is the real man! If you win, i bless your marriage and will sponsor half of the budget."
"let's go."

But i think these how it was:
"Can we talk?"
"Go on."
"Hurm, can we play bowling, as one whole big family."
"It seems cool and i do love bowling."
"That's great!"

Because i know my brother as someone relax and Hakeem as someone childish. Its so impossible for them to have such a serious conversation about me. And one more, Hakeem laughed as he finished told me about it. =_=

My brother was an accounted. My sister was a doctor but she already move to another hospital because she followed her husband. I worked as a Biologist while Hakeem was an engineer. My dad never want to quit his job even he was already old. My mum already stop designing but people still called her to many shows. Now she write.

Hakeem's mum was a housewife. His sister was a fashion designer and she knew my mum. His dad was someone important in one big company. And his brother work with his dad.

Most of the wedding stuff, my mum handle it because i was busy with my studies. I continue taking Master.

Larry and Nyna already got married as they completed their studies. Maybe because Larry was going to move to Russia for his job so they decided to get married early. I was happy about them. But they already promised to come to my wedding.

Well, conflicts still happen. Hakeem got mad about me choosing pink as theme. We argued about it. At last my mum mixed red with white as our theme colour. I just agreed because she was the one in charge about everything. Hakeem got mad because i seldom helped my mum. These time, i told his sister and she promised to help my mum. His mum also gave a hand.

Sometime he said about how jealous whenever he saw me with my friends or my coworker. Any guy that stand near me, not a family member and someone he knew, and he saw it. That night he called me and said:
"Who are you marrying?"
"Er, you. So?"
"Why are you so close with other guy?"
*slam my head*

Seriously! One day, i burst out! I told him, if we really want to go on with this wedding he must be less jealous and stop giving me stress and i need to focus about my studies. That really shut him up. But he will do the who-are-you-going-to-marry eyes whenever he saw me with other guys. =_=

Everything when well.. Our wedding was not a nightmare. Everything was so beautiful. I wore red dress. He wore red tuxedo. Every cousin from Malaysia and UK came.

Yeah, i forgot to tell the last shocking story. We went to Malaysia. My family and Hakeem's family to meet my grandma's and my cousins. It was fun but also tragic for Hakeem.

He thought that Sambal Belacan was like cheese cause i said, in UK its like cheese but it had red colour. He was happy because he missed UK's cook so he took a lot of it at ate it. I was about to warn him but its too late. Yaiks.

My family seems to like them. I think, UK people can mix with Asian people right.

Thats how the story ends.

Note from writer:
Hey! Assalamualaykum~ I hope you guys enjoy. Thanks for reading until the last one. I am sorry that i did not describe much about the wedding and maybe i had left some things behind. Over all, i am still someone learning so i hope, one day i will create a better story. Thats for reading.