A sisterly love

When my sister first bought home a transparent alluring very sexy (insert more 18sx adjectives here) white top from House of Fraser, she mentioned it's going to be her Nikah (solemnization) top.

Naturally, I got the shock of my life.

My first reaction was "Are you serious? What are you trying to pull? There'll be kids at the wedding you know"

Of course I didn't have the vision and flair like she does. And not all people could pull off a top like that.

My sister is a natural-born artist with a complicated yet creative mind. Even when she was young she spends most of her time in her room drawing. Or more productively reading a manga comic as I would say it. I never get her.

Open up her school note books and you'll find drawing after drawing in almost every page. She would draw intently as if she's taking notes in class, like a good pupil. No wonder she's a teacher's pet and the head of prefect for the girls' division.

When it's time for a family outing, she'll take hours to get ready. Putting on all the colour tops and cardigans and quirky socks she loves at the same time at the same moment . That's fashion for her.

The funniest part has to be when she's being a storyteller. She'll laugh first before finishing her sentences. Leaving us audience in an awkward position. Really awkward as she expects us to laugh with her. Haha. She's so funny even when she did her BM karangan assignment she wrote  "Hahaha" before finishing her (funny part as I may say) sentence. One time , there it was in the end of the page in red ink, her teacher wrote "see me after the class". I thought now that's a HAHA.

Another time we had a "guess the music" contest between us and aunty kecik. So each of us came up with a song and hummed it while the other 2 had to guess it. The person who guessed it right first wins. When it's her turn, nobody could guess what song she was humming. I don't think she could guess what song it was. Naturally we tease her a lot.

We're miles apart in the character department. Most of the time I feel like killing her. Metaphorically speaking of course. But that doesn't separate the fact that we look and sound alike. Even mommy sometimes mistook us on the phone. She's the baby in the family. Every kid, every uncle, every auntie who see her will love her for her innocence. Me on the other hand a trouble maker. The mischievous one. The independent one that couldn't care less as she puts it.

Her choices of shoes and clothes are utterly different from mine. I would just wear them as they are. But not her; she would tweak it here and there as she pleases. As she likes it to be. Most of them would look out of this world.

And turns out the sexy, transparent, alluring top was muslimah suitable for her nikah day after all. In fact it was more than that. It was perfect. She was perfect. Just like I imagined she would be. Whimsical as the theme dictated it.

Everything was perfect. As an architect-to-be she is now married to a family of architects. She can now get weird with them without a sister who raises an eyebrow every time she mentions a weird idea. Who annoys her about cleaning and being neat all the time.

A sister who teases her sometimes. OK. Most of the time. Who pushes her to her limits just to toughen her up. Who seems like she couldn't care less but quietly she can't sleep thinking about her safety and well-being. Who regrets it everytime she says something mean to her. I'm so sorry.

I know sometimes she feels like she wants to be the only girl in the family. But never ever would I trade her with anybody else. In an awkward way, I love her so much I wish she knew how much it is. And as much as would like to kill her sometime.

But kill for her? All the time. Again, metaphorically speaking of course.

P/S: I love you baby sister; congratulation on your wedding. Love Aju unconditionally and be good to each other. And oh! don't forget to teach him to cook. Man who knows to cook is just sexy. Haha...


Editor: Fadhli Mustaffa
Wedding photos by Ainul
Drawing by Thara Aziz