Remember when I blogged about my brother getting married?
He’s a married man now! Congrats again, bro!
Their big fat Indonesian wedding took place on December 22, 2012.
After months of preparations – which by the way considered less than the common 1 year by Indonesian’s standard – the big day finally arrived.
The night before the wedding, both sides of the family were meant to have a little gathering at my parents’ house. White tent were up, food were specially cooked.
Then it rained! Hard!
Heavy rain literally paralyzed Jakarta’s traffic that Friday night. The Bride and her families were stuck in traffic for over 2 hours before they called it a night and turned back. There was no point for them to go on as they all had to get ready before the crack of dawn the next day.
With just close families there, my brother had his version of the Bachelor Party.
My aunty Vera’s voice cracked as she asked my brother to kneel down asking for our parents’ blessings for the last time. Both my mother and father – and pretty much all of us – shed some tears that night. Tears of joy!
Marital advises were given to my brother, Reggy. Even I got a chance to give him a few words although it was difficult for me to fight back the tears.
My baby brother is getting married!
It was at 3:30 AM when I got up, woke my brother up. Him, our youngest brother, Danny, me and my son all slept in one room that night.
Reggy woke our mother and they left to the bridal salon at 4 AM while I was still sipping my coffee.
5:00 AM, my three aunts, one cousin and myself all went to a beauty salon not far from where we live to get our hair and make-ups done while the men were still sound asleep. Hah!
Before heading to pick up the Bride, we had another small procession at home. It started with my mother putting on the Groom’s gloves. It symbolizes the last time she took care of her son, followed by my father assisting the Groom with his suit. It was emotional!
Following another Manadonese traditions, we all went to one of my uncles’ house where the Bride is waiting. It supposes to be at her family’s house but due to logistic reasons, they arranged it at my uncle’s. She waited in a special decorated room.
Armed with the Bride’s hand bouquet, the Groom waited outside alongside our whole family while one of my grandfathers knocked on the door, greeted by a representative from the Bride’s family. They exchanged some words before the Bride’s family allowed the Groom to come inside and pick up his Bride.
By the bedroom door, the Bride put on the Groom’s corsage followed by him handing her the beautiful hand bouquet.
Off to the church we all went!
The church ceremony was beautiful! I just can’t help but crying – well, I’m not alone – but it was just too beautiful. My baby brother is standing in front of us exchanging holy wedding vows.
Came to find out later, my father shed tears on that special day not only from happiness of his son gotten married but also because he was sad that his one and only daughter…me…never have that kind of wedding! I made a silent prayer in my heart that God will grant me just that and make my father proud one day.
The bride’s family sang a song and it was such a beautiful song, tears fell down again on many faces. You can watch the video below. The song talks about how although we doesn’t always understand God’s plans in our lives, everything will all become clear one day, that God has beautiful plans for us.
After the church ceremony, they had the civil registry registration.
We all headed back home right after. My little boy couldn’t wait to get out of his suit, bow-tie and all. But he looks so darn cute, right?
Up next? The big reception and an embarrassing accident! Gasp! Stay tuned, folks.