Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
-Albert Einstein-

About Us

Deddy Andaka
Groom

Deddy was born in Denpasar on July 27th 1982, is a small town boy from Pupuan Tabanan who moved to Denpasar on his high school age. Then he continued his study at Udayana University Faculty of Medicine, Bali. Now he is on his first year as a Neurology residence at Neurology Department Sanglah Hospital/Udayana University Faculty of Medicine. A coffee-lover, Deddy interested in health care services, blogging, marketing and photography.

Martha
Bride

Martha was born in Jombang on March 17th 1984. She grew up in Jombang and Surabaya until she finished her high school. Then she moved to Denpasar to continue her study at Udayana University Faculty of Medicine, Bali. Now she works on Dermatology Department at Indera Hospital. Martha is a tea-lover, loves reading books, love cooking, love good food, love traveling and love shopping!

Proposal

Woman and Chamomile

It was silent that night, I stare at her – sitting there with a cup of chamomile in her hands. She gazed and she lets the aroma filled her breath, and sipped. I cannot fathom what she could be looking at. Past.. present.. future.. joy.. sorrow.. or hope? Yes, maybe she was gazing at hope. I still remember how she so adore a statement from an English dramatist, Sir Arthur Pineto. “While there’s tea, there’s hope,” said he. And while there’s hope, there’s life and happiness.

I feel so jealous sometimes, the tea so freely kiss her lips and dominate her time. For a moment – it was only her and her tea. Had I been a photographer, I’d immortalize that moment as a photograph focused on the woman and her tea, with a blurry background. Yes, it was only her and her cup of chamomile tea.

I wanna be between her and her tea, I said.
I wanna be with her forever, for the rest of my time.
I stepped, trying to enter the sacred area between her and her tea.
I tried to control my breath – hoping it would help making me relax (though I know, chamomile would do so much better).

Will you marry me? I asked.

She stared at me back – looked at me intently. It’s almost like time stood still for a moment. Slowly tears start to fill her eyes. She gave me a smile.

Yes, she answered.

It was no longer silent that night. Now, there’s me and her… and a cup of chamomile tea.

6 October 2008
A starry starry night at The Living Room, Kuta, Bali
(Original version: Wanita dan Chammomile by Deddy, translated by: Wiwid, typed by: Benny&Winda)