
Two Saturdays back, I ventured to Ampang to attend a wedding. No major hiccups, we found ourselves arriving in good time. A intricate relationship.....the bride was my houseman, and her mother a nurse at the ward I once worked in. We met the usual bunch of people, from work. I must say the weather was extremely nice. Clouds loomed over us, which gave the day a little break from the hot breeze which enveloped us earlier.
The bride looked very nice, as all brides should. What this wedding had was an air of family closeness. One doesn't always sense such an atmosphere. The bersanding ceremony finally started after I had squeezed myself into a little corner and had my legs tucked under in an incredibly lady-like fashion. Quite a feat for my legs. They behaved impeccably that afternoon. After a bit, we heard the kompang drumming sound and lo and behold, the couple arrived and sat down. The bride's younger brother was in charge of keeping the groom sweat-free. This he did in such a manner, one would have thought part of the epidermis would come off as well. Instead of dapping ( as all sensible people would ), he cheerfully opted for the more drastic..and more effective way of removing all semblance of sweat from brow. And when that task was over, he promptly started on task number two of the day ie keeping the groom cool.