The Thirteenth Year
Come every 27th April, is my wedding anniversary.
The day was Thursday 27th April 1995. I looked dashing in my silky white baju melayu, just had my hair cut at the Indian barber shop in my hometown Sitiawan. And I also visited the dentist, just to have my teeth scaled and polished.
"Now there you go, you’ll look great with those smiles. Have a great wedding young man." Said the local dentist, Dr T K Liew. His clinic has been there for God knows how long. My mum used to say that even my grandfather used to visit the dental clinic.
Somebody then called me from JB. "Bro, make sure that you finish up the Permata Yang Hilang book that I gave you. Jangan gelojoh sangat."
"What? Oh ok. What do you mean gelojoh?"
Then another call, again from JB. "I’m so sorry, I can’t be at your wedding. Tiba-tiba pulak rasa tak sanggup. I’ll send my little brother instead to represent our family. Have a great time. My doa is with you, always with you."
"Mmm …" I was speechless.
It was the time. The Tuan Naib was there, my late father-in-law was there, together with my dad, mum and close families.
"Aku terima nikah …" It was accepted in one go. And from there onwards, my dear wife and I are legally married. True is the scripture written in the Protected Tablet in the Seventh Heaven.
Fast Forward to now: It seems like only yesterday, that fine young man and that beautiful lady got married. Now, after 13 years, everything seems not that long.
Well except, when looking at the 12 year old five foot four Ahwaz, the 10 plus year old Ateef with Nickelodeon accent, the 6 plus year old Akram who love the azan and nasyid, and the 5 plus year old Umayrah who making us (me especially) flat, I know that it has been 13 years since that akad nikah day.