- 8 years ago
- Wedding: June 2010
i just got (officially) engaged!
We had been dating for three and a half years, and living together for three. Everybody around us knew that we were getting married, and kept asking us when it was going to happen. I’ve always dodged the question by retorting the question to Boy, who would just give his usual goofy grin and ask back, “when IS the wedding?”
Well, around November last year, his coworker announced that they had a Vegas elopement. It was like the light bulb on his head turned on; all of the sudden he started to talk about actually getting married. I jumped on the opportunity and told him that we can do something small, like wedding dinner, since we both come from small families and aren’t really the flashy type. I even told him that I didn’t need an engagement ring because we’ve been living together for so long. So it was decided: we would get married some time in 2010.
We decided to visit my parents so that Boy can ask my dad for my hand in marriage, because Dad’s old-fashioned like that. I called Mom and asked her to keep the weekend of February 13th opened.
“Why?” She asked. I simply replied that we needed to talk about something important. And at that moment, she squealed so loud that the phone spitted static into my ears. It was a happy squeal, but I heard a soft ringing in my ears for hours afterwards.
“I have to keep it a secret from Daddy! I want to see him cry,” she said. Why in the world would she want to see that? And how? Mom can not keep a secret to save her life. “Oh I know! I’ll tell him that you’re visiting for Chinese New Years. That’ll put him in a good mood!”
“You do that,” I told her. It was the beginning of January at this point, and I was certain that she would spill the beans by then.
February rolled around, and Mom was calling me every. single. day. “Daddy doesn’t suspect anything,” she giggled. Surprisingly, Mom told the whole world about how she was going to get a son (okay, well, her students and maybe the whole block), but managed to keep it a secret from Dad.
“Daddy’s picking you guys up at the airport. I offered, but he said that he doesn’t want me to get lost at the airport.” A wise choice on Dad’s part (when my mother gets lost, she panics. And a panicky Mom is no bueno), but I was also worried that he would ask us the reason of our visit in the car ride.
Fortunately (or rather, unfortunately) that didn’t happen. The day before we arrived, my baby sister totaled her car on the way back from college. Thank god she came out of it with just a few bruises, but Dad was deeply rattled- during the car ride, he talked about the whole ordeal in detail. We were home in no time.
After we put our luggage down and started to unpack, Mom asked us to come to the living room for a drink. It was obvious that she was trying to make *the perfect timing* for Boy to pop the question – she poured some wine for us, and sliced up some salami to ‘tide us over’ till dinner. Unfortunately for Mom, Boy is the most oblivious person she’s ever met, and just sipped on wine and nibbled on charcuterie with my Dad as they talked about what to do with my sister’s car. Eventually Mom ran out of patience and yanked me into the other room.
“Do it now!” she whispered, “before we go out to dinner!”
As if it was up to me! So I went back into the living room and sat next to Boy. I tapped his thigh and gave him the maybe now is the time? look (something akin to a death glare). He fidgeted for a bit, eyes wandering, not sure what to do. Now? He mouthed. Then Mom nonchalantly pranced into the room, poured herself a glass of wine, eyeing him the whole time, and plopped down in the seat next to him. Boy was trapped.
“Mother, Father,” he started, after a minute of (awkward) silence. Dad perked up, because Boy never called them by that. Boy took my hand and squeezed it lightly.
“We would like to ask for your permission to let us get married.”
And in that instant Mom started to cry. No, let me rephrase that. She started to BAWL. Dad started to laugh because Mom was crying so hard that her nose was starting to run. Her eyeliner was also running, and she was starting to look like a panda. She took her apron front and started to wipe vigorously, smudging more eye makeup, mumbling about how she was so glad and happy for us (which we caught none of, because it was muffled by her apron). I hadn’t made my mom cry this hard since I got my first D in high school.
“Cool,” Dad said, when he finally managed to catch his breath. “Marriage is a team effort. Remember that and you’ll be fine.”
Then we went to out to dinner and celebrated our engagement. I just thought it was funny, because my Mom’s the one who did the planning and instigating, and she’s the one who stole the scene. I love that nutball 🙂