The main reason i visited Medan was attending my highschool bestfriend's wedding, Septi. She is a Bataknese girl, the one and only person who can make me laugh till cry, so far.
The wedding actually held in a village called Dolok Saribu, it's Septi's husband village. It took 4-5 hours (i barely recall) by car from Medan. So, Arul and I had to drive from Medan at around 4 am, when we just had our sleep at around 11 or 12 pm because the holy matrimony was started at 8 am. Don't ask me how the road trip was. It was a normal dawn trip with talks, musics and 'wow' words that i kept saying to Arul about what i saw during the trip untill we got lost by google map.
Our car was lead to a narrow road that turned out to be local farmer access and for motorcycle only. And our car was stuck in muddy road. Alone. Just the two of us and our car. We half dressed up for a wedding. Long story short... in the middle of nowhere, no one, no any other way (we already tried our best to get our car tires out of the mud) we met someones that happened to pass by for morning field working and help us got through this.
We finally arrived at the wedding. Even we also had to walk up to the church with strong independent 'inang-inang', on muddy road for the second time. But it was a beautiful traditional wedding. And the story about people cry during someone's wedding was real! I shed happy tears, my tiny bestfriend got married and couldn't believe i was able to witness it.
It was my first time attending a friend's wedding and happened to be the 'my trip my adventure!' wedding, unforgettable and beautiful memory. And grateful for Arul, who was with me during this trip. Sat together with 'inang-inang' being the most handsome in the room, no signal and not complaining, kurang tidur setir subuh2 buat nemenin ke nikahan and told me to sleep instead.
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