Friday the Beginning

The beginning of our life together - for real, forever more, is going to be this coming Friday. Can you believe it, because I can't ! This Friday ! It's going to be 18th January 2013... I'm not sure how this date came ... but well, since there is not supposed to be any belief about good dates and bad ones - I shouldn't think too much about it - but my point here is that it's going to be in another - well, in less than 24 hours !!!! It's going to happen this coming 10 A.M. , on 18th January! A Friday ! That's my favourite day of the week!!! And yes, this whole little article here is going to be accompanied by the exclamation mark parasites.  

So, I took the guts - and all the guts in my body and in my mind - I might have invented them on the way - to walk into the court of Syariah in order to get my Wali Hakim. Or Wali Raja. I heard Wali Hakim but in the paper it was written Wali Raja. To be really honest, I disliked all the procedures of getting married. It was troublesome - with lots of paper thus lots of tree parts being wasted - stamped and ink and shredded and all. I was just thinking that, there should be no necessary sacrifice for the success of my marriage. However, I am more than thankful for the help I had gotten from dear's parents. They helped us out so much, I don't know how else to be thankful. Last few nights I have had some fights with dear, but then to think about it, I shouldn't have been too harsh and I should lower my expectations. Dear's parents really helped us so much, helped us from A - Z... and they had been there to support us throughout the whole time. Seriously, without them I didn't think I was going to be able to do it all by myself. 

I walked into the court - with nervousness in me - and I had to witness the case before mine. It was a divorce case, and I felt sad for the lady. She said she did not wish to stay on with the husband because of some of the things that he had done - whatever, even though I do not know the lady and she doesn't know me, I am not sharing what I had heard in the court - for some reason I feel the need to respect her, because honestly it has got nothing to do with me - and I wished I could just shut my hearing system for that time frame while she was explaining and answering the lawyers' questions. 

Anyway, when it was my turn, I got very nervous but kept remembering something that my friend from the Mualaf Intensive Course, Belinda said - "Babe, you didn't do anything wrong, why are you so scared?" in whatsapp. So I tried to keep my cool and the judges spoke very softly like soft kitty and I had to "Huh?", and "Sorry?". Gosh! 

However, I have this inside of me now - From This Moment - ALL THE TIME ! 

One Step Closer...

Finally the Ustaz signed off our papers! Our documents are settled... the only thing left is for the documents to be submitted. Finally, after all the arguing, all the stress, all the so-called obstacles and all the roses' thorns, finally ... :') 

And, guess what, today dear has collected the cards from his close friend, Ah Porn. His real name is Rafizi. Well, I'm thankful, even though it is a bit late - or according to his mum , VERY late! Hahaha! 

So, two paragraphs - means two things done. Tomorrow we will be going to JAIS (Jabatan Agama Islam Selangor) office and have the documents submitted. I'm glad that my boss understands. I'm really glad. I cannot wait for this to be over, in fact - despite everyone waiting for it to happen. I only want to be his wife. I do not want @ need a fancy wedding. I only want to be his wife. 

I have to admit that the closer we are to the date, the more anxious I become and the more - obstacles or you'd prefer the natural reference of them - the need of climbing through the mountains and swimming across the sea - come alive. As in ALIVE! I'm not giving up. Regardless of what happens.

2013 celebration

Guess where we "celebrated" our new year? At his routine badminton court - where he goes for badminton every Monday. 

I had never followed him there - but I needed to see him when the clock struck twelve. I wanted to at least be there with him at that very tick of the moment, even though he was busy hitting off some shuttlecock away. Him and badminton just cannot be separated. I thought of following my friends around because it was definitely going to be fun going out with friends on a new year's eve but a few reasons stopped me. First off, dear, because as I mentioned earlier I wanted to be there during the very important transition of year. Secondly, the potential crime that could befall me and I might have just killed the man, or the men. Thirdly, I would like to save. I feel broke. I feel very broke, in fact. And his badminton normally takes 3 hours if his friends were around - but last night his friends were not, so we went for supper quite early - earlier than his normal times... 

So, I followed him to the badminton hall where I felt awkward - but at the same time fingers tapping away on my both cell phones, wishing everyone happy new year. 

To be very honest, the badminton court looked very haunted to me - I had to pee, he did accompany me to the toilet but I was still scared to go in. It looked very old, it was pretty small - and he told me that on the way there (I drove, because he got sick of the traffic and driving the whole day), there were many bumps because of one fatal accident long ago involving one monster truck and one school kid. He told me the story near the school - Yikes! I was already imagining. 

So, I let myself be at a safe place - which was inside the badminton court where it was bright with all the fluorescent light and the players and all that, even though it was pretty hot in there. I could smell my own sweat. Eww.

That's the end of my celebration story. I heard the firecrackers though. I just couldn't see them.

Our Journey is about to begin...

This coming 27th January(2013) marks the day of my wedding. My marriage. I am finally going to be wedded, I am finally going to flaunt my Married status whenever I fill in a form for whatever purpose. I am finally going to be a Mrs. I am finally going to be a wife! I have been living with the single status for a while now, and it's time for me to ...become a butterfly. I cannot hear the wedding bells, because there will be no church. But there's him, my love.. and there's going to be our families. There are going to be so many things that I will look forward to. I want to take care of my man.. I want to give him babies... I want to go to be on trips with him, I want to do many things for him, with him, I want to grow old with him, and I want to just, be his wife! :-) Amie's wife. Finally! I cannot wait... and In Sha Allah, everything goes well...

Finally!