I had a strange dream last night. Dreams to be exact.
The first dream scared me the most. All scenes took place in my hometown, in my house. I was busy in kitchen preparing meals for the guests when suddenly my brother and my mum approaching me and muttered scariest words in my life.
“Outside, there are my friends. They are gangsters. And they’re here to ask ‘my-sister’s-hands’. You know what i mean, dont you?”
All of my life, i always think that arranged-marriage is the most beautiful thing ever. but it turns out that i was wrong.
“go and bring this meals outside. they wanna see you for their brother”
my heart wrenched.
I dont wanna get married to one of them.
Give me a chance to tell Mr.P what i feel and let him decide.
I want Mr.P (still, Mr.P came across my mind during my sleep!~sigh*)
“so, he is not here?”
“no, he’s at their house. They would like to bring you back home if you agree to this marriage and you can meet your husband-to-be ” i almost puke when i heard that. Eeuww-! HE IS NOT GOING TO BE MY HUSBAND!
Everyone in the house is hoping a YES from me, they are gangsters remember? How could i went against everyone? No supporter.
In a flat tone, i asked;
“if they are gangster, does that mean everyone has to agree to what ever they are asking for?”
Silence.
So i made my steps to the living where the ‘gangsters’ are.
Half scared, half brave.
Cis, this is not gangster, this is Taliban. The friendly Taliban. Not the cruel one. And they are smiling. One of them asked,
“Are you coming with us?”
For a brief sane moment, the images of my family been killed brutally and my house been bombed already played in my mind if ever i disagree with this marriage plan. But this is my life. What if he turns out to be very very ugly that i couldnt bear to look at him even for only 5 seconds? How am i going to wake up every morning and see there’s an ugly creature lying next to me for years ahead? What if in the middle of our marriage, Mr. P confesses his love to me? (wah perasan gila!) Mr. P might be killed by these Taliban. No, no, no - I wont let it happen.
But hey, think again. Do you love Mr.P more than you love your family?
Damn. Why did i ask such question to myself? Stupid dream.
With the deepest strength, i spoke for myself.
“i’m sorry but i have to say that i dont want to get married to your brother”
I was shivering.
I was scared to death.
What is going to happen to me? To my family?
Please don’t kill us.
And this is the foolest part of my dream;
“OK. We understand. Thank you for your hospitality” and they left our home calmly.
Just like that. JUST LIKE THAT!
Cis cis cis!
It was just a waste of energy to be scared of something like this.
If i ever knew they were gentle, i wont waste my sweat shivering like hell.
Damn u stupid dream. Tak mencabar langsung!
The first dream scared me the most. All scenes took place in my hometown, in my house. I was busy in kitchen preparing meals for the guests when suddenly my brother and my mum approaching me and muttered scariest words in my life.
“Outside, there are my friends. They are gangsters. And they’re here to ask ‘my-sister’s-hands’. You know what i mean, dont you?”
All of my life, i always think that arranged-marriage is the most beautiful thing ever. but it turns out that i was wrong.
“go and bring this meals outside. they wanna see you for their brother”
my heart wrenched.
I dont wanna get married to one of them.
Give me a chance to tell Mr.P what i feel and let him decide.
I want Mr.P (still, Mr.P came across my mind during my sleep!~sigh*)
“so, he is not here?”
“no, he’s at their house. They would like to bring you back home if you agree to this marriage and you can meet your husband-to-be ” i almost puke when i heard that. Eeuww-! HE IS NOT GOING TO BE MY HUSBAND!
Everyone in the house is hoping a YES from me, they are gangsters remember? How could i went against everyone? No supporter.
In a flat tone, i asked;
“if they are gangster, does that mean everyone has to agree to what ever they are asking for?”
Silence.
So i made my steps to the living where the ‘gangsters’ are.
Half scared, half brave.
Cis, this is not gangster, this is Taliban. The friendly Taliban. Not the cruel one. And they are smiling. One of them asked,
“Are you coming with us?”
For a brief sane moment, the images of my family been killed brutally and my house been bombed already played in my mind if ever i disagree with this marriage plan. But this is my life. What if he turns out to be very very ugly that i couldnt bear to look at him even for only 5 seconds? How am i going to wake up every morning and see there’s an ugly creature lying next to me for years ahead? What if in the middle of our marriage, Mr. P confesses his love to me? (wah perasan gila!) Mr. P might be killed by these Taliban. No, no, no - I wont let it happen.
But hey, think again. Do you love Mr.P more than you love your family?
Damn. Why did i ask such question to myself? Stupid dream.
With the deepest strength, i spoke for myself.
“i’m sorry but i have to say that i dont want to get married to your brother”
I was shivering.
I was scared to death.
What is going to happen to me? To my family?
Please don’t kill us.
And this is the foolest part of my dream;
“OK. We understand. Thank you for your hospitality” and they left our home calmly.
Just like that. JUST LIKE THAT!
Cis cis cis!
It was just a waste of energy to be scared of something like this.
If i ever knew they were gentle, i wont waste my sweat shivering like hell.
Damn u stupid dream. Tak mencabar langsung!
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