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Remember these two happily married couples?

Danial & Rozi

Shuk & Fariha

Well over the weekend, the whole lot of the clan went home to our late granparents' house for our annual 'Kenduri Sambut Puasa'. The family would have this gathering once a year before every Ramadhan whereby the elders would give a token to every family member. It used to be that the girls in the family would get a batik sarong or some cash. Later on, after our grandparents have passed on, the uncles & the aunts would alternate from sarongs to cash to sugar to cloth. This year we all got cloth to be made into kebaya or kurung.

So anyways, to get back to the happy couple, amidst the merry making somewhere along the way the news got out that both couples are pregnant! Yes, it's confirmed. Although it's still early days but of course we can't help but feel happy and excited for them. My cousins, the ones who taught me about football and would always get me involved in games usually played by boys when we were younger are going to be daddys!! YEAYy...!

Anyhow, that's something nice to update. The family gathering was a whole lot of fun for the rest of the evening. And THEN the clan got exceptionally excited when Buffy and Mak started handing out Buffy's wedding cards. Everyone just freaked and were already skipping talking about their 'Baju Raya' to what they're going to wear for the wedding. It was hilarious!

After everyone has got their cards, we finally called it a night but not before we were practically barricaded by the hoards of questions and curiosity. Poor Buffy had to answer heaps of queries about the wedding from all the aunts & uncles. One thing's for sure though in my family, be it on Bapak's side or Mak's side, saying goodbye would normally take more than 15 minutes to conclude. So if we were to leave early, better budget announcing your intention to go home earlier than your targetted time of leaving. Hehe!


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