Heat

The day was hot and she was wearing songket. Not that she wanted to but she was just succumbing to her mom's demand. She had something else on her mind that time. Bad thought. What could be worst than the mak andam forgot to provide them with the umbrella?


Wearing mighty songket [that scorch even more under the blazing sun] with groups of silat people but no umbrella. The moment her cousin pulled out two normal white umbrella she started to get annoyed. There should be gold umbrella rather than white with some logo on it. This is her day, and it was supposed to be perfect.


How can it be perfect when the bridesmaid is not there yet? The silat people took their place followed by the sounds of kompang.


She hated silat. She hated to walk on the red carpet even on her wedding. She hated everything. She wished they could disappear and be somewhere else rather than smiling to people who are mostly strangers to them.


"Smile, love. Don't be stress" He said.


She smiled but only for a while. The sound of her aunty who volunteered to become the bridesmaid at the last minute, telling her how to walk what to do eradicated her smile.


"Get ready to walk". The aunty said.


She sighed.
She took a deep breath.
Closing her eyes
I am going to hate this, she thought.
Urghh.


Out of sudden she felt his hand on hers. Tight


In the middle of the heat, the noise made by the kompang, the mayhem, she heard him whispered.


"You look so pretty love. I love you"


And he gave her the sweetest smile ever, ushering her towards the aisle.


Walking her first step she know, that will be a fine day.





Now, whoever you are, you need to stop googling already.
I don't like it.

I know you did more than that :)