Uncle, I would like to have your permission to marry your daughter… I know you’re concerned that I may be jobless at the moment but I’m trying really hard…
I may have laughed like a hyena (yes, I can be that mean – it was my idea, after all) when Nil rehearsed his whole dialogue with me just seconds before he repeated the same thing to my father over the phone…all the way from Lyon.
The man had been mustering up some, if not a lot of, courage since Sunday when I had decided that I wanted to move to Lyon by middle of the year, which meant that we would have to get married. I’ll give him credit for that. After all, he has never been married or been in a situation like this. *beams*
Y’know, although we have been engaged for some time, nothing beats the moment when your parents get told…or rather…get asked for their daughter’s hand in marriage. You should have seen my parents, especially my father. Nevermind that he thinks Nil should now call my brother and tell him too! But we settled for emails since my brother is hard to get most of the time. As old-fashioned as it may be, every father loves to hear that sort of thing. Respect, bravery, love, even maybe the whole stepping-out-of-your-shy-shell to tell someone, if not the world, that you want this woman enough to do crazy, old-fashioned stuff for her.
I may have laughed but at the end of the day, it made my heart flutter ever so sweetly.
I really can’t believe it. I am going to be
someone’s his wife. OMIGOD.
Be Mine by Guy Sebastian