Tak rasa cam main 'kawin-kawin' ke?

10:00 am - Azim stop by the house to pick up the wedding rings.

12:00 pm - Did my Henna for the solemnization at Masjid Jamek. Cost my ibu RM40. Didn't get the fancy once cause my soon to be husband hates everything 'over the top'. Last minutes shopping with my ibu for her fancy tudung. :)

2:00 pm - Last minutes spa treatment, 'mandi lulur'. Ibu insisted it, two hours passed and skin smell like spices. LOL. Even after I took a shower. BAD MOVE!

The solemnization were supposed to start at 9pm. Since I wanted to perform my magrib prayer before the makeup and the flowers and the tudung and stuff we started everything at 7:40 pm or so. There wasn't enough time, the tudung part took a lil more time than expected. Soooooo... basically I was late. Got to the masjid at 9:30pm. Atok was freaking out the whole time, that was funny cause she nag nag nag all the way about the MUA I hired.

When I got there seeing all my families, my friends, his families and his friends I was expecting some kind of feeling, any kind. I wasn't nervous at all, no butterflies in my tummy, no tears of joy. I just feel ME.

10:00 pm - Alhamdulillah, officially Abdul Azim bin Abdul Nasser wedded wife.

It felt like a game not just to me but for Azim to. We kept asking each other did we really got married and laugh about it. Cause it happened in a blink of an eye all the sudden we're husband and wife. Unfortunately we didn't get to enjoy the best part of every wedding. THE FOOD!! Photo session on our left and right with my friends, his friends. We (my maid of honor a.k.a bestest friend, me a.k.a the bride, Azim a.k.a the groom) ended up at Setiawangsa McDonalds at 12am in my wedding dress. People were staring and whispering and giggling prolly they thought we eloped. LOL. The cashier even took the chance to congratulate us.

Alhamdulillah everything just falls into places. I wasn't like the wedding of the year costing RM100K. But it was perfect. Eventhough Azim forgot to wear his socks, me smelling like spices, we didn't get to eat the good food, there was no cake, we haven't the chance to go on a honeymoon yet but everything was perfect in our memory. I got my perfect dress, my calla lily bouquet (Azim went around KL just to find my bouquet of 12 calla lilies, I LOVE HIM FOR THAT), our friends and family were there and I married my perfect man, my imam, my protector. :) Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah it is a huge blessing.

Some pictures from our official wedding photographer. But to this date (5 months after) we haven't receive our wedding album yet. Starting to get the feeling that they are so unprofessional.

COME ON GUYS DO YOUR JOB. WE PAID YOU!

A minute left.

   In exactly ONE minute its officially April 28th. But I'm not born yet, until its 11.50pm tonight. So yeah, another year passing by. Without my mom, my dad, and my sisters. Just me and my younger brother. I'm very great full ever since I'm a little girl I'm lucky enough to always have a birthday cake every single year. My dad will always came home from work with a cake and a present. Even when my mom and dad were having a difficult time financially. We just moved in our first home after 4 years we lived with my grandmother since we got back from the states. I remember, it was my 8th or 9th birthday, my dad came home with just Wall's Viennetta ice cream in replace for my birthday cake that year. Remembering that year burst me to tears, I can't even express it with words how I am great full to have my awesomess parents around while growing up, to grew up in a loving family, and feel their unconditional love. Every breath I'm taking, every tears I shed, every heartache I felt, every laughter in my life, every smile I see and give, every small little deeds I did, I owe it to them. Nothing I can do can repay what they given me. 

    The last time I was with my mom and dad and my sisters was back in 2008. I was turning 18, huge number for me but I'm still the same little girl that always waiting for my dad to come home with a cake and a present. August that year I started my college life here, I know nothing is gonna be the same. I turned 19 with just Kei and Yeh my only family here. It's not the same but it was as hard I thought it will be. I wasn't expecting anything, but for them to remember and also they are my only family, was good enough for me. The cake tradition  is still there. And I love both of them for that. And as the wonderful years passed by, from 19 to 20 to 21 and tomorrow 22. It has been the greatest and I will remember it as long as my memory part of my brain still good to go. InsyaAllah. 

    But this year is different, I don't want anything I just want ibu and ayah. I miss them so much. InsyaAllah I can keep a huge smile on my face. cause I'm good at it. Had a lot of practice. Wasalam.