It was in Bali, January 30, 2009.
My parents, me and Bill are traveling together. Our route : Jakarta-Jogjakarta-Bali-Jakarta.
That day me and Bill decided that we want to take a trip on a cruise. We chose Bali Hai, Aristocat package. Unfortunately, the Aristocat has to be fixed that day, so Bali Hai crew transfer us to the Bali Hai II boat.
It was nice and sunny. We get on the boat, and walk straight to the top deck. There we sat. For me, it was a nice boat ride. About 1 hour to get to our destination, Nusa Lembongan Island. Bill and I talked about how we want this and that in the future, and Bill wished to have a boat, so that we can sail around with our boat. Ironically, Bill got a little bit of seasick. I think he is not ready to become a sailorman (yet)
On the way to the island, Bill spotted a "private" beach and he told me that we should find a way to get there. So once we arrive on the main beach, grab our snorkelling stuffs, he told me to ask on how to get to that beach.
I asked, people told me, then we walk to the beach.
It was a NICE beach !!! Clean, not even a single trash....!
With bathing suit on our body, we are ready to play in the water !
The wave are too big for me, and several times I got hit and knock down by the wave.
Some time I hold on Bill, so I could stay in place.
Tired with the water, I decided to sit on the sand. Bill sat there, right beside me.
It was quiet. And suddenly Bill roll over, look at me in the face and said
"Tessa, will you marry me ??"
I was laugh at him, and thought that he is joking, since we played "Tessa, will you berry me" game a lot lately !
Then he said he is not joking, so I said "when ?"
He laugh, and said "I dont know",
Then he asked me again "Will you marry me ?"
I said "I do"
He look away and smile and said "Thats not how you answer to this question" out of frustration (I guess)
for the third time he asked "Tessa, will you marry me ?"
and finnaly i said "Yes"
I was happy and surprised ! Never thought that he is deadly serious with me, and ready to take this big decision in his life. We hugged, we kissed. We took picture and then we walk back to the main area, because I am hungry !
Lunch and another sun-sea-snorkelling time. And then we sail back to Tanjung Benoa Harbour, ENGAGED !!!
I told my parents once we got back to the hotel, they are so happy for us.
We had dinner at Jimbaran, Get some seafood ! Grilled Fish, Crab with padang sauce and Sweet and sour Calamari. It was a gooddddd food.
That's the place where Bill asked my parent's permission.
Bill " So Tessa told you that I propose her to marry me, and at the first she said When, then she said I do and finally she said Yes, So now I want to ask your permission to marry her"
Mom "Ok"
Dad "Sure, but you have to take care of her, because I only have one daughter"
Bill "I will"
There it is !
The story of our engagement...
SO here we are, engaged. We are going to spend the rest of our life together, so we started our own blog, so we can remember every single thing, and share it to the world.
Living our happy life :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
When??
I got seasick as soon as we hit the unprotected waters on the way to Lembongan. The rocking catamaran pitched violently and I was grateful that our smaller original boat, The Aristocat (a sailing catamaran) was down for repairs that day. But perhaps it was more than my lack of sea legs which had me feeling queasy, nauseous and more than a little anxious. I had decided that I would ask Tessa to marry me that day. It's not that I was seriously scared she would reject me (although the thought had crossed my mind), it was the magnitude of the request and the life-altering consequences which had me more than a little flustered.
We arrived and immediately I spotted the perfect place to propose, a sheltered cove with only one other couple on it. The water was so clear that you could see the boundaries between coral and sand. We quickly hiked over to the spot and promptly rushed headlong into the crashing surf. There was no break so the waves were breaking right on shore, often so hard that Tessa would be knocked down and rolled around, all the while giggling uncontrollaby with that silly grin she gets when she can't contain the joy any longer.
What a perfect place and time to do it! Yet still something held me back, again not a fear of rejection, but a desire to do it at the absolute right time. Many perfect moments came and gone, sitting and resting under the shade of a palm tree or in the water during a calm spell. But still all I could do was open my mouth and nothing came out.
Until we were laying in the sand freshly worn out after a thorough thrashing by the surf. Why I chose this time I still am not sure. We were exhausted, over stimulated and distracted by the waves and surroundings, and fully exposed to the brutal sun. I don't want it to sound like this was the wrong time to do it, but looking back I'm not sure what motivated me at that moment to do it. Recalling the instant before, it was much like the rush you get standing on the edge of a high dive, or before jumping into a lake you know is freezing cold. You stop thinking and start doing..
So I did, I rolled around onto her legs in a sort of half-kneeling, half pleading stance and just let it out: Tessa, will you marry me? (Here is where it gets interesting), Response: What? / again / Will you marry me? / You are joking! / I'm being serious, will you marry me? / (drumroll here, at this point its clear I am not kidding and expecting the words to fall from her mouth.../ Response: When? / What? I don't know...soon. / (smiling, but still looking dead serious) But when?? / I look away for a moment here (i'm completely flustered) , and say, that doesn't matter, will you are won't you marry me? / I do! / (smile) / Or I mean Yes!. At this point I'm pretty sure she kept on pressing the when part. And for all my confidence and reluctance and rehearsing this moment I didn't have an answer! But she said yes and thats all that matters.
It might have been the massive amounts of salt water or the direct tropical sun, but I'm fairly sure that the tears forming in the creases of her eyes were from emotion, equal parts happiness and desparation to know the exact date of our wedding. (not coincidentally I spent today with her dad and we talked of his admirable dedication to punctuality, life father like daughter).
The rest of the day was sort of a blur: I remember we ate delicious food, eyed each other in a slightly different light, and snorkeled on top of a big coral reef.
I do remember, quite vividly, that I felt perfectly fine and at ease on the choppy sailing back to Bali.
We arrived and immediately I spotted the perfect place to propose, a sheltered cove with only one other couple on it. The water was so clear that you could see the boundaries between coral and sand. We quickly hiked over to the spot and promptly rushed headlong into the crashing surf. There was no break so the waves were breaking right on shore, often so hard that Tessa would be knocked down and rolled around, all the while giggling uncontrollaby with that silly grin she gets when she can't contain the joy any longer.
What a perfect place and time to do it! Yet still something held me back, again not a fear of rejection, but a desire to do it at the absolute right time. Many perfect moments came and gone, sitting and resting under the shade of a palm tree or in the water during a calm spell. But still all I could do was open my mouth and nothing came out.
Until we were laying in the sand freshly worn out after a thorough thrashing by the surf. Why I chose this time I still am not sure. We were exhausted, over stimulated and distracted by the waves and surroundings, and fully exposed to the brutal sun. I don't want it to sound like this was the wrong time to do it, but looking back I'm not sure what motivated me at that moment to do it. Recalling the instant before, it was much like the rush you get standing on the edge of a high dive, or before jumping into a lake you know is freezing cold. You stop thinking and start doing..
So I did, I rolled around onto her legs in a sort of half-kneeling, half pleading stance and just let it out: Tessa, will you marry me? (Here is where it gets interesting), Response: What? / again / Will you marry me? / You are joking! / I'm being serious, will you marry me? / (drumroll here, at this point its clear I am not kidding and expecting the words to fall from her mouth.../ Response: When? / What? I don't know...soon. / (smiling, but still looking dead serious) But when?? / I look away for a moment here (i'm completely flustered) , and say, that doesn't matter, will you are won't you marry me? / I do! / (smile) / Or I mean Yes!. At this point I'm pretty sure she kept on pressing the when part. And for all my confidence and reluctance and rehearsing this moment I didn't have an answer! But she said yes and thats all that matters.
It might have been the massive amounts of salt water or the direct tropical sun, but I'm fairly sure that the tears forming in the creases of her eyes were from emotion, equal parts happiness and desparation to know the exact date of our wedding. (not coincidentally I spent today with her dad and we talked of his admirable dedication to punctuality, life father like daughter).
The rest of the day was sort of a blur: I remember we ate delicious food, eyed each other in a slightly different light, and snorkeled on top of a big coral reef.
I do remember, quite vividly, that I felt perfectly fine and at ease on the choppy sailing back to Bali.
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