Breaking the Good news…(#Part One)

After the proposal.

I was still trying to sink in that I am no longer single or even have a boyfriend but a beloved finance. At that point in time, I was nervously excited for this reality and future. Taking life in a new direction that I never thought I would be in. It was a fairy tale that I once read in books. And did not believe that one day it could happen to me. Obviously, this was an emotional moment for me.

But I was also excited to announce this engagement to my close family and friends. In my mind I knew exactly who I wanted to tell. I had a particular order, not because I have a fixated mindset but it was important to me that people who I was dearly close with, knew first.

The obvious answer was I wanted to let the most precious women in my life know first. This women is strong and full of love and wisdom of words. She made me grow as a person and taught me how to love. But at the time of the engagement she was admitted to hospital. When I tried calling her at that moment of the engagement, it was obviously quite late coming to midnight. She didn’t pick up.

I was quite disappointed and Sad. I also started to worry if she was okay in the hospital on her own. I also know how much she did not like staying in hospitals.

Nonetheless, my finance reassured me that we should call her first thing in the morning. The reassurance did me good because the next day I called her again – And I can honestly say that she was a happy bumble bee. She has always asked about my marriage with this man for the last 8 years I have been with him. The good thing is that she does not ask constantly but at times when she asks you and the only reply I have is ‘nothings happening grandma’ – her face drops with disappointment. Then the next times she asks, I reply ‘try again next time’. So when I told her for real this time I was in tears, I can now finally say ‘I’m engaged’. Now her next question is ‘when are the babies coming out?’, I reply ‘try again next time’.

But also that night, we headed back to my finance’s parent or rather my in-laws as that was were we were staying that night. I showed them the ring and they smirked because they knew exactly what was to happen that night. A few minutes of having a conversation with them, I took the ring off to go for an emergency toilet. The in-laws was quite curious why I would take the ring off. I explained to them that the ring will rust if I wash my hands after using the toilet. They laughed  and chuckled for quite a while – I was wondering at that point what I was missing. His father replied ‘If the ring rusts you know its fake, you should give it a try’. I was a little embarrassed at that moment, silly me…anyway 5 minutes later I gave the ‘rust test’ a try. To my surprise….I’ll let you fill in the gap.

So after the phone conversation with my beloved grandma, I called the house to let my granddad, father and mother know. It wasn’t in that particular order, but you get the gist. Elders first then parents. The house phone didn’t actually work but I manage to do a video chat. The first thing I saw was a pair of yellow marigolds – my mother was actually doing some cleaning around the house and looked a bit hectic. I told her to put them gloves away and find a quite place to chat. Well, she insisted that she is quite happy talking to me with the gloves on. If you knew my mother well, she never stops working around the house. I suppose the yellow marigolds was a bold statement for her. When I broke the news, you can see that big white teeth and smile. She looked like she was getting ready for a cleaning advert. She showed granddad, although he can’t really remember me he said ‘Congratulations, you are the 6th grandchild to get married’. By the way, he is still counting since he has a total of 20 grandchildren to go. He used to count how many passed their driving tests, graduated from university, dating someone and now getting married. We all know he will be counting how many of his grandchild will give him a great grandchild and so it continues.


To be continued….



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