First Raya with the Ishak's

Lately, i've been wanting to blog about something more ... political. But i've put it off, for the lack of encouragement to do what is right. You do not want to be caught in the controversial Section 114a Act.

But anyway,Raya has been great, and the 1 week i've had going to open houses has manage to balance the 1 month i endured for fasting. I'm back to the not-so-wonderful figure i had Pre-Ramadhan. I can't even fit my sister-in-law's baju kurung (well not surprising really, considering how skinny Alia Ishak is!).

There is of course so much to be grateful for Raya this year especially when it is the first time you are spending it as a wife. And I thought that with 9 other siblings, our Sidek’s raya is havoc enough. I was proven wrong. Having an extended family with multiple cousins can be overwhelming, especially when they are all wacky in their own way.

So yes, I am blessed. And looking forward for spending the other 22 days full of Eid happiness.

This wifey feeling

So I’m in Senai Airport, waiting for my flight back to Kuala Lumpur. What a week it has been, and it felt surreal.

A week ago, I was still replying work emails, managing subcontractors, answering calls from my expeditors, and TODAY, it was still the same chores. What happen in between was probably the most exciting period of my life.

I got married over the weekend, 2 of the biggest functions I’ve ever organized and attended (talking about micro-managing your very own wedding) and it felt oh-so-wonderful. I haven’t succumb to the fact that people are calling me Puan Suhana now (cause I am so used to it anyway, given my age, people ASSUME I am married) and that whenever I type on this lappy, I can see the ring he gave that symbolizes union of two very wonderful being. The henna is still red on the hand, and it felt just like yesterday when he kiss me on my forehead and did his akad.

I kept staring on my facebook profile photo, reliving those moment. What I can remember is how angry I was that the kadi was super late to the solemnization, and the restless look I had when I was literally directing people from the main table to correct the montage preview and managing the technical glitches. If I had just taken a step back, inhale and relax. But when I retract some of those very vivid moments, I remember him holding my hand and walk me down the aisle, and the look on his face after the whole akad completed. The moment when I became his wife.

So I’m smiling by myself at this half empty airport, and people may think I have gone cuckoo. But the feeling is just so wonderful not to relive.

I’m in Johor and he’s a few thousands km in Labuan, both working on different project on different fabrication site. How dreadful to think that this is how we are going to be next year, both with different commitment. But it will pay off in the future I suppose.

To Azlan Ishak, my soulmate – the guy who has finally pluck the apple from the top of the trees (cause they say that’s where the best ones are!), thank you for coming to my life.

As I listen to this track ‘Tercipta Untukku’, I feel like I’m almost in tears now.

I’m married.

(and somehow, my blogging mood is back these past few days).