The Wedding Bells

A round the clock (12-hours) hibernation wasn’t what I expected, what more a wedding in my deep slumber.

In my dream, I was back from a long trip. Exhausted and soggy, I saw flocks of people on my front lawn. Tents were up, “bunga mangga” hanging and a wedding altar. There was a wedding at my house.

It didn’t take me long to find my parents, they were standing at the entrance in nice traditional Malay cloth, (collecting wedding tokens I presume). I walked right up to them, curious to know who’s wedding was it.

“Go, go change you cloth! You’re late for your wedding”, said dad.

“WTH? My wedding? ” I replied with a WTF-look slapped on my face.

“Don’t play dumb mister. You called in and asked me to arrange this wedding. Don’t go chicken out now!”, mom nudged her way in the conversation.

“I don’t even have a bride, how can this be my wedding?” I told them.

“I’ll give you 3 hours to find one! We can’t disappoint attendees. Don’t make me look like a fool”, dad struck a mean tone.

I didn’t want to waste time, so I started dialing every doc on my phone book. “Hi, will you marry me? No? Ok bye.” 10 down, at least 30 more to go.

It was a pure WTF moment.

Thank God it didn’t take me long to wake up. I jumped right out of bed and pummeled my way to the corridor. Pheww.. no one, no tents, no wedding altar. I should really learn to wash my feet before going to bed.

ps: WTF = What the F*ck. WTH = What the hell. (In case you’re too innocent to know the abbreviation.)

pss: No way I’m desperate to find a life partner. If it happens, it happens. If not, shut up.