Nour Love Set

⟡ 316 Stainless Steel PVD Plating
⟡ 18K Gold Plating/ Steel
⟡ <11.79g weight for earrings
⟡ <7g weight for ring
⟡ Tarnish Free, Water Safe Jewellery
⟡ Hypoallergenic

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Love Story 3: Mothers & Daughters by Shy & Curious TM

“Dayang-dayang! Lekas, nak pakai barang kemas ke tak?” (“Handmaidens! Hurry up, do you want to wear jewellery or not?”) I heard my mum’s shrill voice from her bedroom.

It wasn’t an actual question but instead a summon to my sister and I as we march in like diligent soldiers. My mum sat on the edge of her bed in all her splendid glory like a queen in her traditional baju kurung songket, bold blue eyeshadow and her hair teased to the heavens with hairspray. Despite resting directly in front of the fan whirling at top speed, beads of perspiration trailed from her hairline down her cheeks as she looked up and me and asked, “Is Mummy’s make-up ok?”

My mother may have been a homebody but she was a stickler for looking your best when you leave the house. Even a short jaunt to the corner mama store required a powdered nose and dab of lipstick as she considered it a basic sign of respect. As I stood there sweating my ass off as well in our thick songket outfits, I heard the undertone of anxiety in her voice and understood. She wasn’t really asking about the make-up. We were heading to a cousin’s wedding with her new status as a divorcee.

“Yes mum, it looks good,” I smiled reassuringly. Automatically I spun around and knelt at her feet with my back facing her. It’s been our ritual since we were old enough to be dressed up in our baju kurung for special occasions and this wedding was no different. I lifted the hair sticking on my neck and lowered my gaze down. The cloud of my mum’s sweet Anna Sui perfume enveloped me first before I felt the cool gold earrings. “Don’t move!” She grumbled as she fiddled with the back. “Baby’s not moving!” I whined back. Finally she smacked my back and said “Dah” (done).

I stood up and stepped aside as it was my sister’s turn and strolled over to her mirror. I’m not a fan of Malay weddings because I find them formal and boring with a million people whom you’ll only meet once a year and won’t recognize if you pass them in the street. However, I’ve inherited my mum’s love for dressing up for them. As I admired my getup despite feeling the sweat roll down my back, I heard my mum’s smug voice, “Cantik pun bila dah jadi Anak Dara Melayu….” 
(“You’re beautiful once you’ve embraced being a young Malay lady.”)

I smirked back at my beautiful regal Mummy in the mirror, touched my matching gold earrings that we were all now wearing, and proceeded to fluff up my hair.