One of my friends is gonna get married this weekend! It is so damned… mad? Uh, I come to think… near, near, near in the future, might be just some years from my last teen age (yes, I am nineteen now), I would also get married! With someone now-I-don’t-know!
Oh my. Someday in the future, I will live with other person who now-I-don’t-know, sharing a room with him (be naked in front of him), having breakfast-lunch-brunch-dinner-anything with him (and even cooking for him?), (kissing him, hugging him, whispering to his ears, staring straight to his eyes, reading the same books, watching the same movies, going to the same places, sad for the same problems, happy in the same happiness), wearing a wedding ring on my ring finger? Oh my.
Does that mean I will live together happily ever after and be beside that only person until forever—pardon me, is it really only him? Does that mean I will be his and he will be mine? My eyes roll and I still cannot think in a good way of it. It is now, still, I think very ridiculous. A bit strange, somewhat denial, and I cannot imagine I will marry this soon (if I were my friend who’s-gonna-get-married-this-weekend).
I cannot even imagine that I will work—I will have my children—I will be a mother. Um, will I be a good grandmother? Oh my. And later I will die—old.
…
Sigh.
Okay, this is funny. Let’s imagine, tomorrow there will be someone (whoever he is) propose me to marry him and, let’s ignore the reality of my fear to marriage, I would say yes. But… wait, let say he has a complete family—he has father and mother, and siblings, and a whole family. With the fact, I am this alone. No one seems to know anything about his presence in my life (except some of my friends, maybe?) and, damn?
What will be happening on my wedding day? Who will I invite? Who will come? What is the background music I will choose—what tradition I will use? Where will this-very-special-moment take place? When it is going to be happened?
Will I have my honeymoon?
…
Oh my God, I think marriage is a real proof of faith. For billion (or even zillion) of people on the earth, we will marry only with one person. And even that person is not someone who will know the best of all parts in our life. That-unknown-person-for-now maybe only knows some fragments of our life. And that-last-person-of-our-love-life is the-chosen-one.
And I marry him! Oh my God.
Isn’t that very funny? I maybe should ask some of them who have got married. But, uh, they seem that okay—and even, nothing really changes from them. They still laugh like ordinary people, they still cry and tell story like the tomorrow, and when I ask them about what they are feeling, they just say… nothing really special in their marriage—it was just like others’ marriage. With the-bad and the-good, with the-happiness and the-sadness, is that so?
Yes, might be that so. I try myself to reminiscing of some movies with the scene in a church where the couple swears to love, to honor, and to cherish each other before they are legally said as a married couple by the priest. On that special day, it seems there would not bear a divorce—sooner or later. It seems that they will live for each other just forever, together in the black and white life—or with the color one, which no one knows exactly.
And the scene then moves to the fact. As what been mentioned before, that couple will live in the same house, sleep at the same bed, install the same time for alarm clock so that they will wake up in the same time, eat the same menu, sit in front of the same movie, discuss about the same matters, meet the same people, have the same bad weather and say some similar swearing words, have the same children, and the same grandchildren, or might be, be death in the same place. Cool?
And my sweet beloved friend will have all those moments with her special guy. I am not sure whether she will be happy with the person she’s got to marry, but I am quite sure that she will have those all great moments I mentioned if they have a long time to live together.
It is very sweet, that my friend who I used to ask of her shoulder to cry on will get married this soon. With someone she already knew—yet, not very well, I think. For they come to know each other just in these two months.
However, it means… not far in the future, she will get all the color of life. I think not very soon she will also get her first son, and not long from the moment, she will get another one. She will be a good mother, and teach a good moral value to her children. She will manage the expenditure and the income of his husband. She will be an angel to smile each time her children crying—and the real fairy lives in the kitchen and bakes sweets for the family.
I think I will just wish all the happiness for you. J
#While I am not really sure when the righteous time will come for me, I write this.
6-Oc-2010 12:00:42 AM
To: my best friend, J.
Oh my. Someday in the future, I will live with other person who now-I-don’t-know, sharing a room with him (be naked in front of him), having breakfast-lunch-brunch-dinner-anything with him (and even cooking for him?), (kissing him, hugging him, whispering to his ears, staring straight to his eyes, reading the same books, watching the same movies, going to the same places, sad for the same problems, happy in the same happiness), wearing a wedding ring on my ring finger? Oh my.
Does that mean I will live together happily ever after and be beside that only person until forever—pardon me, is it really only him? Does that mean I will be his and he will be mine? My eyes roll and I still cannot think in a good way of it. It is now, still, I think very ridiculous. A bit strange, somewhat denial, and I cannot imagine I will marry this soon (if I were my friend who’s-gonna-get-married-this-weekend).
I cannot even imagine that I will work—I will have my children—I will be a mother. Um, will I be a good grandmother? Oh my. And later I will die—old.
…
Sigh.
Okay, this is funny. Let’s imagine, tomorrow there will be someone (whoever he is) propose me to marry him and, let’s ignore the reality of my fear to marriage, I would say yes. But… wait, let say he has a complete family—he has father and mother, and siblings, and a whole family. With the fact, I am this alone. No one seems to know anything about his presence in my life (except some of my friends, maybe?) and, damn?
What will be happening on my wedding day? Who will I invite? Who will come? What is the background music I will choose—what tradition I will use? Where will this-very-special-moment take place? When it is going to be happened?
Will I have my honeymoon?
…
Oh my God, I think marriage is a real proof of faith. For billion (or even zillion) of people on the earth, we will marry only with one person. And even that person is not someone who will know the best of all parts in our life. That-unknown-person-for-now maybe only knows some fragments of our life. And that-last-person-of-our-love-life is the-chosen-one.
And I marry him! Oh my God.
Isn’t that very funny? I maybe should ask some of them who have got married. But, uh, they seem that okay—and even, nothing really changes from them. They still laugh like ordinary people, they still cry and tell story like the tomorrow, and when I ask them about what they are feeling, they just say… nothing really special in their marriage—it was just like others’ marriage. With the-bad and the-good, with the-happiness and the-sadness, is that so?
Yes, might be that so. I try myself to reminiscing of some movies with the scene in a church where the couple swears to love, to honor, and to cherish each other before they are legally said as a married couple by the priest. On that special day, it seems there would not bear a divorce—sooner or later. It seems that they will live for each other just forever, together in the black and white life—or with the color one, which no one knows exactly.
And the scene then moves to the fact. As what been mentioned before, that couple will live in the same house, sleep at the same bed, install the same time for alarm clock so that they will wake up in the same time, eat the same menu, sit in front of the same movie, discuss about the same matters, meet the same people, have the same bad weather and say some similar swearing words, have the same children, and the same grandchildren, or might be, be death in the same place. Cool?
And my sweet beloved friend will have all those moments with her special guy. I am not sure whether she will be happy with the person she’s got to marry, but I am quite sure that she will have those all great moments I mentioned if they have a long time to live together.
It is very sweet, that my friend who I used to ask of her shoulder to cry on will get married this soon. With someone she already knew—yet, not very well, I think. For they come to know each other just in these two months.
However, it means… not far in the future, she will get all the color of life. I think not very soon she will also get her first son, and not long from the moment, she will get another one. She will be a good mother, and teach a good moral value to her children. She will manage the expenditure and the income of his husband. She will be an angel to smile each time her children crying—and the real fairy lives in the kitchen and bakes sweets for the family.
I think I will just wish all the happiness for you. J
#While I am not really sure when the righteous time will come for me, I write this.
6-Oc-2010 12:00:42 AM
To: my best friend, J.
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