The Imam asked Dean, “I need to confirm this as a procedure. He, on the other hand, did not even look at me!!! I was like helloooooo bride’s this way, look at me! He later told me that he wanted to keep it special and only look at me after the akad. I did steal a glance at him though and my first thought was “Can someone please fix his crumpled baju melayu?”. Dean and his entourage walked in and I had to act all shy and look down. I was seated on the pillow (was not easy trying to smile while ) and surrounded by my dulang girls and my sister.
I mean, if he showed the slightest sorrow, I would be wailing in the ladies’ room. It was hard to hear with me crying like a baby.īut my dad kept his cool and that helped me a lot. So in the car, he gave me marriage advice and words of wisdom. My dad and I left together from home in the car to KLGCC where the ceremony was held. Seconds away from being Dean’s wife and having the responsibility baton passed from dad to Dean. I’m really close to my dad, so you can imagine what a bittersweet moment it was for me. I was sitting with my dad in my view and I just poured out crying, stringy snot and everything.
The feeling when my dad shook Dean’s hand was overwhelming. Our akad nikah ceremony was my favourite one, maybe because it was the actual moment Dean and I are pronounced husband and wife.
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