Hubs and I met in a family reunion hosted by one of Aunts and became boyfriends against her wishes. When it's time for the engagement to be arranged, a messenger was sent to talk to my parents. The messenger was my first cousin and a friend of my husband's elder cousin. We were surprised to learn of him as the messenger but he knows both families so he was the best person for the role.
Family review was successful. They didn't see anything wrong or bad that should prevent our union. We're not blood related at all. So the next meeting was set, which was to introduce the parents.
Foods and wine were prepared for the meeting of parents. Both our mothers know each other for they usually attended the reunions but never our fathers. My father prefers to stay home and look after the animals and his father prefers the field and the forest over attending such gatherings.
My husband's father would not come inside the house preferring to sit at the garden bench. My father would not go out of the kitchen not wanting to see the guests. So me and hubs had to usher each one and let them meet at the porch. Nervously, we introduced our fathers. And immediately we felt like some electric currents passed between the two old men. They eyed and measured each other. Time stood still with everyone watchful, alert and anxious. Our moms were at the door watching, too. If anyone of them feels anything they don't like, there will be no wedding however we plead.
But miracle of miracles! The two old men seemed like they couldn't contain their excitements! They hugged tightly as if they've known each other for so long. It feels like looking at twin souls who knew each other so well has finally met. They could hardly stop hugging each other in welcome until finally, they shook hands and both sat down with smiles on their lips. Side by side they sat and shared some betel nut and tobacco.
Everyone sighed in relief because no one was expecting such an easy meet-up considering both of them are strict men, leaders of each village, practicing shamans of each tribe.
Lunch was served while family stories were exchanged, photo albums were shown, and wine was provided for the men. Our mothers had fun bonding, touring the gardens, the backyard, checking the plants, and chatting while our fathers could not separate themselves from one another. They talked and drank the whole afternoon and half the night yet still managed to wake up sober for breakfast and continue discussing.
It was such a rare sight to behold. How the two men were so engrossed with their discussions like lost brothers. We were even surprised by their peals of laughter in between. They sounded like they were having a good time, like they are young boys again.
We learned later that shamans are of kindred spirits, no matter what tribe they belong to. They feel each other, respect one another, and feel honored when such unions occur between families not because of arranged marriages (which was the norm), but because of LOVE.
~Here's wishing that you too find the love of your life. :)
~Posted in behalf of Isabel D. KM