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Let me begin with an apology ππ, because it took me so long to properly introduce Anton - the man I now call husband, to you guys. Ever since I posted this following picture on Instagram, I have received a lot of kind comments and DMs (direct messages) from many of you who congratulated me (thanks again, guys! *hugs*). And some of you, especially those who have followed me since years ago also requested me to share the backstory of how I met this guy, and why I chose to marry him.
Let me begin with an apology ππ, because it took me so long to properly introduce Anton - the man I now call husband, to you guys. Ever since I posted this following picture on Instagram, I have received a lot of kind comments and DMs (direct messages) from many of you who congratulated me (thanks again, guys! *hugs*). And some of you, especially those who have followed me since years ago also requested me to share the backstory of how I met this guy, and why I chose to marry him.
But since the proposal, which was on June 2017, time flew super fast and I was hulahooping between finishing my thesis and trying to graduate on time, doing the pre-wedding shoot, finding a place to live and going furniture shopping, preparing and designing a lot of details for the wedding (still trying to blog about it until nowww omg), planning and packing for the honeymoon which was done right after the wedding (ok I left most of the planning part to Anton cause honestly I couldn't handle any more stuffs at the moment T_T), setting some new operational systems for Dapurfit, and of course, juggling all that while doing my job creating contents for my social media channels and get distracted a lot by movies, TV series and bolmik.
So..., where were we? Right, how I met my husband, and why I chose this pokemon. I tried to keep it short, but still it ended up pretty long, so you might wanna grab yourself a cup of coffee or tea before we move on.
Areeeee we ready? Great, here we go!
April 2015. After getting out of a shitty relationship, I decided to go to India.
↑ Mom was there for me ↑
She's so sweet and caring, she just wanted me to move on ASAP so she tagged along despite India's SUPER HOT WEATHER (up to 40ΒΊ Celsius in April) π±♨️ππ
There in India, amidst the serene unassuming atmosphere, it hit me that I've never been really single since I was like, thirteen? I was 27 years old by that time, so apparently, it took me more than half my life to realize that I was too insecure to feel content just being by myself.
For me, it was better to try and risk being in a bad relationship than to do nothing and be single.
Let me explain to you why, as openly as possible.
First of all: The Need.
I guess it's because I'm a self-centered introvert, I prefer small social circle (never really have a lot of friends to begin with either), and yet I also need to socialize on daily basis; preferably with someone who sincerely adores me, always be there for me and willing to do anything for me. So, a boyfriend definitely fits the criteria better than a bff. Besides, even though I'm a logical person who rarely show my vulnerability (especially in a relationship, because I always feel like it can be used against me), secretly I'm a hopeless romantic. So it would be a real jackpot for me if I finally found 'the one' while moving on from one relationship to another.
Next: The Excitement.
I enjoy the dating game. I know that it can be tiring and intimidating for some people, but I like it. Well, mostly I like the thrill of getting someone I barely know to fall in love with me head over heels, and then maintaining it that way. Being in 'the game' is like doing a side job that I love beside working on my real jobs - it inspires me and keeps me passionate.
Last but not least: The Exit Door.
One thing for sure though, I NEVER stay long in a bad relationship. This is a very important factor, because if you're easily attached and you don't have the heart to break up with someone, someday you could end up waking up to someone who's just... not right your you. So, once I sense that a guy is not right for me (e.g. insincere, momma's boy, potential cheater, rude, or many other unfixable bad habits), I'd never hesitate at all to cut them out of my life because I love myself too much to let me be bullied, and I wouldn't want to waste my time any longer with the wrong person. That is, until that last shitty relationship because even though it was shitty and I tried to break up with him all the time, he ended up being the one who broke up with me - but he was the first guy who broke up with me actually, so it really hurt my pride FML. Although it was a blessing in disguise, really, because if it didn't happen that way, I might not have this wake up call.
So as you can see, my reasoning up there are definitely not the healthiest causes for wanting to be in a relationship, because they're quite childish and selfish, am I right? And I realize that it wouldn't be possible for me to build a good relationship out of a bad foundation. Therefore, during that very moment in India, I decided to change my mindset, and first of all I'd need to try to be truly free and single for... God knows how long. Call it a relationship detox or whatever, but little did I know that along this journey, not only I found myself, I also found the love of my life.
...And it all started from:
Facebook. 2011.
Okay, first things first. As an introvert who rarely hang out with friends, go to exciting events or do anything that would possibly create an encounter with new people (read: prospective dates), I personally think Facebook was a great alternative because it really simplifies the stalking process. I'm not kidding you, it's all there, yo. You wanna check out someone's zodiac, their mutual friends with you, their favorite movies, how many siblings they have, you go to their Facebook and bam, skip all the question marks and move on to the next step -or not.
Of course, that would only work if this eligible crush of yours has thoughtfully (or maybe not, since they probably never even predicted that they'd get stalked unapologetically) fill out all those Facebook questions. But back then, Facebook was the hottest online platform just like Instagram today, so everyone - well, most people used it very eagerly to ‘exist’.
Backtrack to when this guy messaged me on Facebook.
He didn’t say much, just a simple, “Hi. How’s your holiday?”. But what instantly caught my attention was his name, Anton Widjaja, because my dad’s first name was Anton, and my mom’s surname is Wijaya (same pronouncement with 'Widjaja', only slightly different spelling). So naturally, my first reaction was, “What the hell”. Unfortunately for me, he’s one of those people who doesn’t really take care of his online persona, so all I could figure out from his barely used Facebook page was... nothing, really.
Curious and a bit annoyed because I assumed someone must've been trying to troll me, I immediately replied him. It turned out that it is his real name, and no, he didn’t know my parents’ name. We didn’t even have that many mutual friends, only this one guy and neither of us are even close to him. So, was it all a weird coincidence? I guess so. But anyway, that Facebook message didn’t get anywhere. We did exchanged numbers, but that’s it, we didn’t meet, we didn’t chat any further, it just sort of ended there. For a while.
Until...
Fast forward to April 2015, to the beginning of this story, where I just got back from India.
Out of the blue, a WhatsApp message popped up, “Hi, remember me?”. It was him, the guy who has both my parents’ names. Apparently, he kept my number all these years and according to him, he was deleting some of his contacts when he stumbled upon mine. Curious, he stalked me on Instagram, AskFm, Twitter, basically everywhere online before he finally jumped to conclusion that I was not in a relationship at that time, and so he tried his luck.
Aaaaanyway, remember that I told you up there that I promised myself to be single for awhile? Well, I bent that promise just a teeny tiny bit by replying him, because... a little chat wouldn’t hurt, right?
Wrong.
I went out with him! So weak!!
Ummm and yeah, his sister’s name is also Elissa!!! What. are. the. odds.
Anyway. Sigh.
Once we met each other, and a few text messages and phone calls later, this guy turned out to be really sweet and he’s definitely THE MOST persistent guy I’ve ever met. Not to mention that he’s, uhm, pretty cute.
Uh oh.
“But what about that being-single-and-be-content pact??,” my inner voice would yell at me.
And by inner voice, I mean my one and only sister ELLE. Yep, she’s very supportive of this relationship detox idea from the beginning, and she would constantly remind me to stay focused for my own good. FML.
So.
A week after my first meeting with him, Elle and I were in Singapore to film for Pantene.
But when I saw him sitting there waiting for me in a white shirt (yes, yes, tall guy in a white shirt is my weakness, among many others), I was like, “Uhm, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go out and I’ll buy you some ice cream*.” hashtag facepalm.
So we walked out of the hotel, talked about many things, and there was this one time where we had to cross the street, he put his hand on my lower back, and I got maybe like, 927 butterflies running wild in my stomach, thank you very much.
*Btw I didn’t manage to buy that ice cream because apparently, I only brought this 1000 SGD bill with me and of course the ice cream guy didn’t have enough change. I was so embarrassed but he just laughed and paid for the ice cream instead, and til today he likes to tease me about the ‘ice cream incident’. -_-
Back in Jakarta, I finally told him about the promise I made myself about being single and that means, not even a ‘casual fling’, ‘TTM’, or whatever it is. I explained how important it is to me. He said he understands, but it didn’t really stop him from hitting my phone anyway, even though I only replied him less and less. When I told him in serious manner that he should just forget about me and go for other girls, he just laughed it off and said, “It’s up to me to go after whoever I want, and I’ve told you that I only want you”.
Okay, did I mention that he's the most persistent guy I've ever-- um, yes I did.
June 2015, my father passed away.
Since Ant (yes, I called him Ant to avoid confusion with my dad’s name) and I were still in contact every once in a while, he knew about our upcoming trip to India and he impulsively wanted to go as well. I told him that he shouldn’t because I’m getting real serious about this being-single pact. I didn’t even let him come to my dad’s funeral, so how could I possibly bring him along with my family? And I mean, it’s India, and the ashram is certainly not a touristy place, so it's not that easily accessible, especially for first timers.
But this guy, this particular guy, being as persistent and stubborn as he is, said that he’ll find me there.
And true to his words, a few days after we reached the ashram, which is located in the middle of a remote small town called Puttaparthi, there he was - all alone, wearing a black t-shirt among a sea of Indian devotees in white clothes. He spotted me, smiled and walked towards my way. I was BEYOND shocked. This guy’s effort really exceeded my expectations and his actions always match his words, which is a quality I truly adore and rarely find in most guys I’ve met. UH OH.
Needless to say, I was flattered and impressed. But *sigh*, yep, with my dad’s passing and all that’s happening within a span of those last few months, I decided to stick to my personal resolution of trying to be content just being by myself, because it just felt like the right thing to do.
And so right there and then in India, I completely let Ant go.
About one year has passed since then.
During that period, I spent most of my time with my family.
We travelled a lot, helped each other out and had some really fun and memorable quality time which I wouldn't have, or at least would be quite different if I had a boyfriend by my side.
And I'm really glad I made that decision. π€ππ
Meanwhile (if you're wondering about Ant), after India, I have never replied to ANY of his messages, comments, phone calls, emails... Boy he did send me lots of emails. Wait, I'll just screenshot some and put them here hahaha. You can click on each email to enlarge it:
↑ October 2015's email ↑ |
↑ December 2015's email ↑ |
↑ January 2016's email ↑ |
↑ April 2016's email ↑ |
I would always smile reading his emails, but since I couldn’t wouldn’t do anything about it, I just kept forwarding his emails to... my MOM! Lol. I knew I can’t share it with Elle, because I tried once or twice but she’d lecture me endlessly to get back on my path of being a nun a strong woman who need no validation from men to feel secure and confident.
Just kidding. To be honest, even though I was pretty much pissed off because I felt like my sister was being overprotective and super strict on me, deep down I know she did that simply because she has my best interests at heart. ππ
My mom, tho, as cheeky as she has always been, would act as a balancing inner voice for me. She’d say something like:
“Oh come on, how much longer do you need to ‘punish’ yourself, and him??”
“Look how much he’s into you!”
“Dammit Jess, if I were you, I would immediately pick up that phone!!! Can I pick up that phone?” Of course not, mum!! π
So yeah, it went on like that for about a year. And I can’t help to feel that each and every form of contact he made were constant reminders to make sure that I’m aware that he’s always there, waiting for me, until I'm finally ready for a relationship again.
Long story short,
One fine day I finally decided to text him, and from then on out, things just rolled up nice and sweet.
Long story short,
One fine day I finally decided to text him, and from then on out, things just rolled up nice and sweet.
Click to enlarge π |
Photos taken on September 2016, a month after we're officially in a relationship ππ |
Now, the last remaining question is of course, "But what made you choose to marry him, sister??".
One of my best friends, Hanna, also asked the same question when she first met me and Ant on a dinner (by that time, we were already engaged). When she got to our table, the first thing she did before sitting down was shaking Ant's hand and shot him right away, "Amazing. What exactly did you do that made her want to marry you? Because I've known Jess for so long, and as far as I'm concerned, she just doesn't want to get married."
It's true, though, and I guess it's quite typical for kids whose parents got divorced to be more skeptical about marriage. So, even though I'm secretly a hopeless romantic, I was leaning more to the 'hopeless' side, because after so many failed relationships as well, I never even dared to think I would really, finally met THE ONE.
Okay, going back to THE question. Well, I didn't know how to begin, so I just showed Hanna this list that I made on my phone. It's basically a note that consists the sweetest things he did for me (and my family) that made me fell for him, effective immediately. I initially made it so I remember the whole story, the details etc. when I'm telling my mom about it. But later on, it just became a habit because there are so many of them and I just want to remember them all. And it's not even all of them:
So there you go. Some of the things that convinced me that he's the one.
His extraordinary efforts even made my grandma said to me twice, "If there is a reincarnation and if I'm going to be reborn as a girl again, I wish there would be a guy who would do the same things for me. Chasing me around the world, how nice!" πππ But I know that some people might find things that he did for me a bit too much? Like, I know some girls prefer their guys to be a bit mysterious and not clingy, but for me personally, I hate guys who play games and I love those who wear their heart on their sleeve, just like Ant. And yes, I love it when he's clingy, I think it's really cute. ππ
Alright, PHEW.