a "Nightmare"

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, with the sun shone brightly at high noon. A wedding was about to take place. The bride's house was the venue of that wedding, with tents erected, caterers standing at the ready with their food trays laden on tables. Waiters stood rigid, expecting an order from a guest or their employers. Chairs arranged together with tables on the spacious front porch.

The house was a little quiet , maybe the lack of guests from the groom's side. The bride was a demure looking thing, with her maids flanking her as she walked towards the two chairs which makes up the pelamin. The groom stared at his life partner, whom he has fought tooth and nail to get her, regardless of his heritage and the pressure of his relatives.

He looked at his bride to be as she walked elegantly towards him, and gazed on her. The boy shuffles uneasily on his golden chair as he waits for his bride, thanks to the lack of his parents, nor his relatives being there for his biggest day, a rather usual thing to happen to an exiled member of his family. Only a few of his friends stood there, offering moral support. They were chatting to one another idly as they stood near the groom. A wave of regret swept the groom's mind as he contemplates his life with his wife-to-be.

Moments later, the bride sat beside her partner on the pair of golden chairs. Adorned with an exquisite baju kebaya and a myriad of jewelry, she looked ready for the event, with the elegance and looks of a queen.

The groom is no slouch either. Dressed in expensive, designer material Baju Melayu, complete with a tengkolok, a Malay headdress for royal males with some lining of jewelry.

Sitting beside his bride, the pair looked like a royal couple just for the moment.

As the handsome pair looked shyly towards the small audience, the imam pronounced the pair man and wife, as the bride's mother sprinkled rose water on them. "Ahmad Danny, and (insert name of Malay girl here) you are pronounced man and wife", echoed the hall.

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*wakes up in cold sweat*

I gasp on my double-decker bed as my heart beat rapidly like after a 10km marathon. I could hear its "BOOM" "BOOM" in the cold stillness of the night accompanied by the ceiling fan's spinning blades.

It was a nightmare.

~~This was written promptly after a week's absence of Internet and weird lingering thoughts that I just can't seem to get down~~