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Jacqueline and her parents are no exception. I move swiftly and quietly, capturing as many pictures as I can of the intense emotions on their faces without detracting from the moment. When Tante Yohana and Om Hendrik pull the veil over Jacqueline’s head, tears sting my eyes at the bittersweet smiles on their faces. These are my favorite moments of wedding photography. Capturing the in-betweens. The moments in between the bigones, when raw emotion is painted vividly and it feels as though I’m catching the tunes of their hearts with my camera.
Once that’s finished, we wait for the groom and groomsmen to arrive for the penjemputan.
And wait.
And wait.
I send a text to Seb to see what the hell is the holdup. I mean, really now, I’ve got a dead body in my room and somehow I’mnotthe biggest mess at this wedding.
Meddy [12:17PM]: Yooo, where’s everyone? They’re late for the penjemputan.
Seb [12:18PM]: You won’t believe these idiots. They’re all rushing around, getting dressed, messing with their hair. Some of them can’t find their shirts or pants or whatever shit.
I sigh and open up the chat group with my mom and aunts.
Meddy [12:19PM]: Everything okay?
Big Aunt sends a string of emojis that seem completely unrelated to each other instead of an actual response.
Whoever introduced my mom and aunts to emojis needs to be thrown off a tall building. Ever since they found out about emojis, my mom and her sisters think they’re a perfectly acceptable way of communicating. Except everyone has a slightly different interpretation of emojis, and it takes me about three times as long to figure out exactly what they’re trying to say. Like now, for example, the thumbs-up emoji means everything is okay, which is good, but then why is there an angry face emoji right next to it?And then the shirt emoji... does she mean to say that she managed to grab a shirt, but people are angry at her? But then why the thumbs-up emoji?Why?
Meddy [12:22PM]: I don’t know what that means.
Ma [12:23PM]: Aiya, how can not figure out? So obvious.
Big Aunt [12:24PM]: [Another string of emojis]
Meddy [12:25PM]: Everything is okay, right??
Second Aunt [12:26PM]: [String of emojis]
I give up. Whoever said “It’s as hard as herding cats” has obviously never tried to herd a group of Asian aunties. I’ll just have to trust that since they haven’t used the police car or police station or whatever other dire emoji, things are okay. Or at least they’re not catastrophic.
Just as I shove my phone back into my pocket, there’s a commotion outside the door. I perk up. Finally! The groom and his posse are here. I hold up my camera—I’m using the 35mm now, which gives me a wider angle so I can make sure to capture everyone—and snap the moments as the bridesmaids, who have been gathered at the suite door, call out, “Who’s there?”
“The groom!” comes the answer, and the bridesmaids giggle.
They open the double doors and a cheer goes up, albeit a weak and straggled one as the groom and his friends are obviously suffering from a bitching hangover.
“You’re late!” Maureen shouts.
Tom Cruise Sutopo—I really need to stop referring to him mentally by his full name every time, but then again, I can’t stopthinking of him as a knock-off Tom Cruise—and the groomsmen in the front wince at her shout. Tom smiles weakly and says, “Let us in?”
“Only if you do a few things for us!” At this, all of the bridesmaids cheer, and the groomsmen groan theatrically.
I’m smiling as I take pictures of them all. I love the acara penjemputan. I’ve seen bridesmaids come up with the most creative trials for groomsmen to do: having them shave each other’s chest hair, getting them to wear diapers over their pants, asking them the randomest questions about the bride and making them eat raw chilies when they get a question wrong.
Now, a Victoria’s Secret box is passed from bridesmaid to bridesmaid until it reaches the maid of honor. “Don’t come back until you’ve put these on,” she laughs, passing it to Tom.
The guys all groan loudly again, but they’re also laughing, some covering their faces as they fish out lacy lingerie from the box. Gamely, they put on the lingerie over their suits, and that’s when everyone realizes there’s a set of lingerie left in the box.
“Why’s there a set left?” Maureen says, holding up the lace underwear. “All of y’alls need to wear these! Come on out, stop hiding! Who’s missing?”
The groomsmen glance around, looking confused and... guilty. Huh. Why would they look guilty?
“Uh, Ryan isn’t here,” Tom says, finally.
“Why not?”