Kenapa....? by Adam Ismadi

Of all the things my parents forced me on doing, attending weddings is the one I hate the most! Sigh.. Why are we always forced to attend such ceremonies? I had to put on a fake smile until my cheeks turned black and blue of cramps!

There I was right smack in the middle of Kampung Baru. Parking is an absolute nightmare! The house is boxed-in by the main road, Safuan Plaza, a market, a mosque and some other buildings. I know the piece of land is worth millions, but how could he be living there still? Felt seriously claustrophobic! Since I am there by force, I simply know what I should do. Had my forced fake smile on and went on greeting all of the aunts and uncles while answering that old rotten aweful question, "How is everything?" A very heartless and sweepingly generic insincere question. Should I sit them down and gave them a detailed rundown of my personal and professional life? Nope.. I am actually pretty good at this now. I simply said "Everything is good!" not forgetting my fake smile thrown-in for good measure. Hehehe..

The wedding of my dad's cousin's daughter I suppose. I don't even know who she is! I'm just guessing because I saw the bride came out of the house before the couple's sickening slow-mo parade while some mad teenagers banging their life's frustrations out on to those damned 'kompangs'!

I've seen her father once or twice at my parents though. I should count my lucky stars really, because it could have been worse if I came along with my parents. They will automatically start introducing me to every single soul they come across. As if I'm some vintage avant-garde haute couture piece or something...?

I purposely came late.. fashionably!? Is it? Nah.. just simply late. Hehehe... I sat with my sis, her hubby and kids. Far far away from those annoying aunts and uncles. After eating the Nasi Minyak and some oranges, I told my sis that we've done our 30mins cameo and its time to go. The usual of every weddings, they gave out some useless dust-collecting tacky trinkets, this time its in the shape of a plastic swan filled with a boiled quail egg. What on earth should I do with this little swan? Sigh..

Don't you just hate attending weddings!?

Posted by AdamIsmadi on Sunday, January 01, 2006 at 7:37 pm | Permalink