Lemme tell you a story.
It started around 5-6 years ago. I was an RA at UPM. So my lecturer (or supervisor, or boss) calls me to her friend's office, to help two new students to register. They're starting their Master's degree. Gave them forms. End. Was busy shredding some exam question papers with a couple of friends and had a little chat with these two juniors. End. Heard stories and rumors. Heard confessions, a little bit, here and there. And then came the day i had to move back to my hometown. Was asked out for lunch a couple of days before. End. Birthdays, festive holidays, trips to the airport. And last november 2013, i was taken straight to Prep Day 1. T minus 5 months. And here i am, at T minus TEN days.
I've never actually considered myself as "the marrying type". Never had a boyfriend, never actually date. Never really thought anyone would like me enough to marry me. Never really thought i'd be brave enough to accept anyone to be my husband. But i've always wanted to be a mother. Was set on adopting a child (and even planning on breastfeeding) some time this year. But Allah is the best planner. And I'm thankful for the privilege. Alhamdulillah..
So i'm getting married! Isn't that surreal? Thank you for all your prayers, my friends. Thank you. Love.
