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ricottapossum · 2 years ago

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The text is super hard to read (no thanks to the quality and font) so I figured I would caption it. It still doesn't have descriptions for the actual outfits because I couldn't do them justice, but it's a start. Not sure how legitimate this may be, but, yknow, it's kinda cool.

It's long, fyi.

Traditional Wedding Attire Around the World

This is just a sampling of the beautiful array of traditional wedding dresses and outfits from around the world, and within each culture, there's a great deal of diversity still!

Norwegian

The traditional costumes are called "bunad."

Japanese (Shinto)

The white kimono symbolizes purity, though the matching headpiece is meant to hide her "horns of jealousy."

The groom's family symbol is traditionally embroidered on his kimono.

Ukrainian (Hutsul)

Life is colorful and vibrant and your wedding garments should be too!

Kazakhstani

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Ghanaian

It's common nowadays for the bride to wear white while grooms where a colorful dashiki, but we like this traditional look better!

American Romani

These puffy gowns often come in bright neon colors.

Turkmen

The tinkling of beads and pendants is supposed to ward off evil spirits.

Hungarian (Matyo)

The whole town follows the couple in a processional.

Someone will likely steak the bride, and the young husband will need to steal her back.

Vietnamese

Women traditionally wear red, while grooms wear blue.

The woman's dress is called an ao dai.

Ultra-Orthodox Israeli

Rabbis and male family members wear hats called shtreumels and dance will the groom in front of the bride in a custom called the mitzvah tantz.

Moroccan (Berber)

Friends and relatives decorate the bride with henna designs.

Sri Lankan

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Eastern Orthodox (Serbian)

Crowns are an integral part of the ceremony, symbolizing the crown of martyrdom and their status as king and queen of their home.

Sometimes, the weddings crowns are either circlets or flower wreaths.

Yemenite Jewish

This traditional headdress wards off evil.

Nigerian (Yoruba)

Usually, the bride and groom wear the same color.

It's traditional for the bride to have beautiful makeup, a bead necklace, and an abebe, or hand fan.

Indonesian (Balinese)

These expensive gold headdresses transform the bride and groom into a god and goddess for a day.

Traditional Western

The trend of white dresses for brides started with Queen Victoria, who loved the color.

South Korean

Years ago, both men and women wore their hair in a long braid, but for their wedding day, it would be knotted atop their heads. This was eventually replaced with a modern headdress.

The hanbok is worn for several purposes, one's wedding being one of the most elaborate.

Bulgarian (Pomak)

The bride is caked with face paint by her female future in-laws and is not allowed to open her eyes until the couple is blessed.

Friends and family pin money to their clothes.

Indian

The grooms shoes will likely be stolen at one point during the ceremony and he will have to pay to get them back.

Intricate henna is drawn on the brides hands by friends and relatives.

Swedish (Saami)

Solver brooches are worn on the bride's silk shoulder scarf.

Scottish

The kilt of his clan is worn, and the bride is usually given a shawl with the same tartan, welcoming her into the groom's clan.

Macedonia

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Uzbek

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Chinese (Han)

Though many Chinese are westernizing their weddings, the traditional look is beautiful.

Red is good luck, as is gold, but white is bad luck, as it's the color associated with death.

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#captioned #wedding #infographic #weddings around the world #but yeah no #i'm sure some of these are wrong #saw people specifically mentioning the romani and indian sections in particular #don't shoot the messenger

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poetrafoto · 3 years ago

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caitlynlynch · 3 years ago

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I can only describe this as Weekend at Bernies meets Crazy Rich Asians, and if that sounds amusing to you, you’re going to find this an absolute hoot. Meddeline Chan, the heroine, is the only daughter of four Indonesian-Chinese sisters living in California, and the only child not to leave home and move far, far away. Meddy even works in the family business, wedding photographer while her mother and aunts handle cakes, makeup, flowers and entertainment for said weddings.

When her mother impersonates Meddy on a dating site and sets her up with a blind date things go badly wrong. Ma’s poor English leads to the blind date expecting a lot more than Meddy’s prepared to deliver, and in defending herself, the guy ends up dead. In a panic, and quite possibly concussed, Meddy does the only thing she can think of - she goes home, turning to her beloved aunties to sort things out.

From which point, things go utterly and completely insane, and you’re going to have to suspend your disbelief at least somewhat, and accept that security cameras don’t exist at a super-luxury resort, and that an autopsy doesn’t get done on a dead guy that would show he died quite a lot earlier than the carefully crafted narrative explains.

Meddy’s old flame turning out to be the manager of the wedding resort introduces a real romantic interest for her, and certain wedding guests getting up to nefarious shenanigans means nothing was ever going to run smoothly even without a dead body to deal with. It’s hilarious, a wild ride, poignant at times, and honestly I’m really looking forward to the Netflix adaptation now.

Five stars for a wonderful read full of family shenanigans.

Dial A For Aunties is available now.

#5 star review #women's fiction #dark comedy #chick lit

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dizaquphoto · 6 years ago

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theartificialdane · 7 years ago

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Galactica, part 251

We rehearse for the wedding, and things could go better!

Thank you to everyone who has waited, and to the amazing Galactica readers

Thank you @samrull @toriibelledarling and @veronicasanders <3

“Are you really going to wear that suit?”

Raven checked her lipstick in the elevator mirror, making sure she didn’t have anything on her lips. She was wearing a formfitting red dress, her body looking like sin wrapped in silk.

“It’s the one I’ll wear after the ceremony.” Raja smiled and turned around slightly. She was wearing a white suit, her brown skin glowing, her long legs perfect in the tailored pants. “You’re changing too, and I want to match my wife in her Russian wedding dress.”

Raven looked away from the mirror, her nose slightly crinkled. “Your family’s going to think you’re a lesbian.”

“Don’t you think they’ll realise when I legally marry you?” Raja pulled Raven tight, kissing her hair gently. She could feel the nervous energy rolling off of her fiancée.

The elevator dinged, and Raja walked out, the lobby filled with her entire extended family, all flown in from Indonesia, as well as Raven’s family from Russia. Raja saw Sutan out of the corner of her eye, her brother flocked by their great aunts, all of them so happy to see him and without a doubt chastising him for not visiting in the last year. Raven was dreading the rehearsal dinner, but as Raja took her hand, she knew she’d get through it.

***

“Come on! Quick!” Sutan smiled as Violet hurried past him, the two slipping into the elevator. They could hear the dinner was just about to start, the hall bursting with noise, the rehearsal dinner hosting almost 200 people out of the wedding’s 500 total guests. They had actually been there on time, when Violet realised that she had forgotten her bag, the two of them using almost 30 minutes to get to the elevator, because everyone kept stopping them to chat.

“Your family is…”

Sutan looked down at Violet, his girlfriend wearing a beautiful blue dress. He could see she was fidgeting, but he figured it was just because of the many guests. The elevator started, Sutan pulling Violet into a half hug.

“Gigantic, terrifying, meddling, Indonesian?” Sutan lifted an eyebrow, waiting for Violet’s reaction, the girl breaking into a smile.

“Big, it’s big.”

***

“Wow!” Laila smiled as she took her phone out to snap a picture of the dish in front of her, though she didn’t get far as a waiters very pointed stare made her put it back into her bag. Of course no one could release anything about the wedding until the actual day. “The food looks really good...”

Pearl smiled as she looked at her girlfriend. Laila was gorgeous, her hair a striking purple. Pearl wasn’t sure if she had truly wanted to go to Raven’s rehearsal dinner, but the light in Laila's eyes when she had mentioned the amount of makeup artists that would be attending had convinced Pearl right away. Anything and everything that could make her Laila smile was reason enough to do it in Pearl’s book.

“Know what looks even better?” Pearl put a hand on Laila’s thigh, light dancing in her eyes as she whispered in Laila’s ears. “You.”

“Pearl...”

“We’ll be eating the same food tomorrow.” Pearl tightened her grip slightly, thanking the gay gods that her girlfriend shivered. “Come to the bathroom with me?”

“Really?”

“Please.”

Laila nodded slowly, and Pearl felt warmth wash over her.

“Okay.”

***

“Owen, sit still.” Juju took her son’s face in hand, trying to wipe the main course from his face. “How you can get so messy with so little is a mystery.”

“Mom you’re so embarrassing.”

“Relax Kelly, it’s fine.”

Karl rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe Raven allowed kids at her wedding.”

“Hey, watch your tone.” Detox held up his knife, pointing at Karl. “My kids are a fucking delight.”

“Fuck!” Julia smiled brightly, the table bursting into laughter.

***

"Hi, umh, hello, everyone, my name is Violet Chachki, I- When Raven asked me to... I was asked to be Raven’s maid of honor.. I.."

Courtney lowered her champagne glass, concern crossing her face. The dessert was taken off the table, and the entire rehearsal dinner had been painfully boring so far. Courtney liked Bianca's friends well enough, but she was slowly starting to regret that she hadn’t taken Adore’s offer of what she was pretty sure wasn’t a joke to run away and spent New Years drinking their way through Europe. She wasn’t even lucky enough to be seated at the “kids” table as Raven had dubbed it, where Adore was making faces at Owen.

“I, it’s lovely to see so many people here today who all- who all-”

Courtney looked around the table, saw everyone’s benign, pleasant expressions, and furrowed her brow. Could these people not see the extreme distress Violet was in? The woman's hands were shaking, her voice nearly cracking on each sentence. It was obvious to her that Violet was about to break down, and yet everyone seemed touched, like she was only emotional, her shaky words a testimony to how much she cared for the bride. Courtney had worked with Violet. She’d seen the girl keep cool under intense, ridiculous pressure. She’d seen her hold it together, and this? Right now? She was not even remotely holding it together.

"Raven and Raja are- they're- I.. I.. I-”

Courtney couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped out of her seat and bolted over to the mic, grabbing it from Violet’s hand, putting an arm around her to steady her.

“I think what Violet is saying is that Raven is so utterly indescribable, that no words could possibly be sufficient. And also, probably, stay away from the raw bar? Not that I’d know, since I’m a vegan.” Courtney flashed a charming smile and put the mic down, wrapping her arm tighter around Violet’s slim waist and practically carrying her out the doors towards restroom, not paying any attention to Bianca picking the microphone up, her girlfriend's voice filling the room behind her.

They arrived just in time for Violet to push Courtney aside, smack the door open and bend over the toilet, her shoulders shaking as Violet threw up everything she had eaten that day. Courtney held her hair back, rubbing her shoulders in slow gentle circles.

“Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck.” When Violet lifted her head, her cheeks were streaked with tears. “Oh god...”

“Hey, it’s not that bad.” Courtney dabbed her eyes and then her mouth with toilet paper, tucked her hair behind her ear. They sat on the floor, leaning against the stall.

“Thanks,” Violet sniffled, hiding her face. “Shit...”

Courtney flushed the toilet, before she sat down next to Violet. “At least we’re not wearing our clothes for tomorrow.” Courtney tried for a smile, but Violet didn’t even look up. “Don’t worry, she’ll understand...”

Violet scoffed, giving Courtney a look of disbelief. They both knew she was talking about Raven, though neither of them had to say it.

“I mean, eventually.” Courtney squeezed Violet’s arm

“Thanks…” Violet smiled slightly, her makeup utterly ruined. “I really fucked up…”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, or, I do, but, I can’t... I had everything prepared but, when I have to speak in public... It feels like being back in middle school, my hands, my throat, I can’t focus, everything starts spinning-”

“Hey, hey-” Courtney shook Violet slightly, the other womans color going green again. “Try to calm down-”

“Hey, what’s going on? Some of us are trying to fuck, so could you please keep it down-”

“Oh god.”

Courtney barely caught Violet, the other bending over and puking again, as if the words she had just uttered had made her sick.

“Vi? Is that you?”

Courtney looked up to see Pearl standing outside their stall, her hair a mess and her suit pants open.

“Wow, is she okay?”

“I don’t think-”

They were interrupted as the door slammed open.

“What in the bloody fuck was that?!” Bianca barked, bursting into the restroom. “Raven is gonna kill you!”

Violet groaned softly, Pearl and Courtney looking at each other for a second before they switched spots, Pearl next to Violet on the ground, her hand on her forehead, whispering to her as Courtney stood up.

“She was sick. I had to get her out of there,” Courtney explained.

“So, you decided to jump on a grenade for Violet...why, exactly? You think she’d have done that for you?”

“So what?” Courtney threw up her hands, exasperated. “Sometimes you do things because they’re right, Bianca, not because they make you look good!” She grabbed a few paper towels and started running water over them.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Very nice. And now you get to suffer Raven’s wrath.”

“Yeah, well, I can handle it. I doubt she’ll remember tomorrow, anyway...” Courtney handed the wet towels to Pearl, who pressed them to the back of Violet’s neck.

“You’re missing the point-” Bianca began, but Courtney dragged her out of the bathroom, only barely noticing Laila that ran for her life the moment she saw her chance.

“No, I see your point. You’d rather I just sat in the corner quietly while someone had a meltdown, right?”

“Courtney...”

“It’s fine. I need a drink.” Courtney flashed a sunny smile and took her hand, biting back her simmering anger.

***

“Oh god, I don’t ever want to eat another bite.” Fame laughed as she opened the door to her and Patrick’s room.

“You realize it’s going to happen all over again tomorrow?”

“Sssh, please don’t say things like that.” Fame turned her back to her husband. “Help me out of my dress? I don’t think I can move another inch.”

Patrick grabbed the zipper, the wine in his blood making him gently kiss his wife’s shoulder.

“It would be my pleasure.”

***

Courtney chewed on the side of her finger, realizing that she’d just read the same paragraph 3 times before putting her book down with a sigh. Trying to read environmental science after 3 glasses of champagne when she was still tense with anger was probably not the best idea anyway. She switched off her lamp and snuggled down under the covers.

After a minute, she felt Bianca slide into the bed with a soft groan, and arms circle her waist. Bianca kissed her neck softly.

With a slightly aggravated huff, Courtney wriggled out of her grasp, moving as far away as possible without falling out of the bed entirely.

“What’s the matter?”

“Seriously?”

“No, that was a rhetorical question for my own amusement. Yes, seriously.”

Courtney switched on the light and sat up, crossing her arms.

Bianca groaned. “Oh god, here we go.”

“Yeah, here we go!”

“Nevermind, forget I asked-”

“No, you wanted to talk, let’s talk! I’d /love/ to talk!”

Bianca put her arm over her eyes. “I’ve made a horrible mistake.”

“First of all, I did not appreciate the way you immediately sided with Raven, of all people, when all I was trying to do was help Violet. If anyone in that room had half a fucking brain, they’d have been /grateful/ that I got her out of there before she puked all over the podium. Not to mention that Violet is supposedly someone that they all care about, so you’d think they’d be happy that I saved her from humiliation.”

“You expected Raven to be logical? About her wedding?”

“No! But I expected you to be on /my side/! Instead of being a condescending asshole lecturing me about my poor choices! And by the way, I know you think that you know everything, but you’re not exactly an authority on morality. And neither is anyone else in that room.”

Bianca rubbed her temples. “I’m too drunk for this right now.”

“I’m not done.”

“Wonderful.”

Courtney narrowed her eyes. “Do not even think for a second that I missed out on you flirting with Allison Harvard.”

“Allison Ha-are you /kidding/ me?!”

“You’re gonna deny it?”

“Allison is my friend! I’ve known her for like...I dunno, ten years?! I’m not allowed to talk to her at a party?” Bianca demanded.

“A friend that you’ve had sex with.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “I’ve had sex with a lot of people. So what?”

“So that’s the point! I get that I have no choice with Fame, but do you have to go out of your way to chat up former lovers at every single event we go to?! I’ve told you that I fucking hate it. You know this. And you keep doing it anyway. It’s maddening.”

Bianca sighed, leaning her head back. “I’m too tired for this.”

“And you think I’m not?! I feel like I’m going crazy!”

“Well, what the fuck do you want from me, Courtney? We’ve had this conversation a million fucking times. I’m not cheating on you. I don’t want to cheat on you. But you know, it’s never good enough.”

Courtney covered her face, a sob escaping her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so-”

“Hysterical. You’re hysterical. What happens when I actually fuck up?” Bianca asked, shaking her head. “Because, you know, I’m human. Eventually I’m going to do something that you’ll actually be justified being pissed off about, instead of this petty garbage.”

Tears were streaked down Courtney’s face as she pulled her hands away, looking at Bianca like a puppy who’d been kicked, breath hitching, gulping for air.

Bianca reached for her. “Alright, alright, calm down. It’s-”

“Don’t just tell me to calm down!” Courtney cried, pushing her hands away.

“Oh my god,” Bianca muttered. She got up and walked over to the closet, yanking out a suitcase and quickly throwing things in from the drawers.

“What are you doing?” Courtney asked tearfully?

“I’m gonna go sleep somewhere else tonight. I can’t fight all night. I need some rest or I’m never gonna get through tomorrow.”

Courtney sniffled. “Well, you shouldn’t have to leave. I’ll leave.”

“Yeah, right. You’re not going anywhere in this state. It’s fine, you can stay and chill and we’ll talk tomorrow.” She pulled a garment bag out of the closet as well.

“But you paid for the room.”

Bianca rolled her eyes, picking up her purse, “What else is new?”

Courtney narrowed her eyes. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Love you too, baby!” Bianca called, gathering everything into her arms and sailing out the door.

***

“So about Violet’s attempt at human speech-”

“Did you see the way my mom was staring at you when I said we’re sharing a room?”

“Raven I really think we should discuss-”

“We’re getting married tomorrow! She’s not going to change my mind about you!”

Raja smiled as she gently ran the brush through Raven’s long black hair, the evening ritual calming the both of them down before the big day. Raja knew that under any other circumstances, Raven would be livid that someone had dared to break off the carefully planned and what was to be perfectly executed wedding agenda, but her fiance's anger about her mother had meant that Raven had barely noticed Violet bolting from the room with Courtney, Bianca's quick speech afterwards quickly tidying everything over.

"Violet isn’t going to do her speech tomorrow. At the wedding I mean. She just told me, so what do you-” "Who cares, tell your stupid brother to do it instead-”

“So you’re not angry that we have to change the lineup?”

“I swear, if I have to look at my mom disapproving of my choices one more time, I’m going to, I’m going to- Urgh!"

Raja laughed, happy that Raven was at least focusing on something else. She bent down, placing a gentle kiss on top of Raven’s head.

“I’ll get your mother a new seat for tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

***

Fame rose from the bed, heading for the door, as frantic knocking on her door got louder and louder.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

She looked through the peephole and then opened the door, brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t ask,” Bianca answered hoarsely. “Can I crash here?” She spoke gruffly, but Fame could see that her eyes were a bit glassy.

“Come on in,” Fame said, opening the door wider for her to enter. She wrapped her arms around Bianca tightly for a few moments, let her friend cling to her, face buried in her hair, until Bianca broke the hug, pushing her off.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she said, blinking back tears. “Let’s just go to bed.”

Fame nodded, leading her over to the bed, where Patrick eyed them skeptically.

“What’s going on?”

“We have an overnight guest,” Fame explained, crawling into the king-sized bed and snuggling up to Patrick. “It’s okay, right? I owe her.”

“I...we have a sofa, you know,” Patrick muttered softly, as Bianca climbed under the covers with them.

“I have lower back issues, bro,” Bianca said. “But I’ll keep my hands to myself. Just tell your wife to do the same.”

Fame giggled, shoving her on the shoulder. “Shut up.”

Patrick switched off the light, laughing and kissing the top of Fame’s head. “Now now, girls. Be good.”

***

Violet could feel her boyfriend getting into bed, the man thankfully not turning the lights on. Pearl had tucked her in, her friends gentle voice lulling her to sleep as she sat up her side, their fingers intertwined as Pearl had talked and talked, knowing that it was one of the best ways to keep Violet centered.

Sutan smelled like whiskey, and Violet knew he had most likely shared a drink with Karl at the bar, the two always enjoying each others company, Karl always looking at Sutan as if he made the sun go up in the morning, and like he would get the moon from the skies if Sutan just asked.

Normally it didn’t bother Violet, she didn’t really think of it, but as Sutan began to snore softly besides her, the knot in her stomach only grew. He hadn’t even realized she had gone missing, hadn’t come looking for her, hadn’t asked if she was okay. She knew she didn’t deserve it, telling Raja that she couldn’t give the speech one of the hardest things she had ever done, and as Violet closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, it was with a heavy heart, the warmth of her boyfriend beside her not comforting her at all.

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ibilenews · 5 years ago

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Indonesia’s first 3 COVID-19 patients open up about online hate and stigmatisation

JAKARTA: "Because of you, my wedding is now cancelled," said one social media post.

"Because of you, my graduation is cancelled," said another.

There was also another post that said: "Because of you, I lost my job."

These negative messages were among the many that Sita Tyasutami received since last month. She also got death threats.

The 30-year-old is known in Indonesia as Case 01, the first person who was tested positive for COVID-19 in the country.

She has since recovered from the illness, but hate messages are still appearing in her social media accounts.

“They still get me sometimes,” she said during a phone interview on Monday (Apr 6).

Tyasutami, who is a professional dancer and an independent performing arts manager, was declared positive on Mar 2, after being sick for some days.

When President Joko Widodo broke the news on that Monday morning that the country had its first two COVID-19 cases, Tyasutami did not even know that she had the disease.

Although she and her mother Maria Darmaningsih, who became known as Case 02, were already warded in separate rooms at Jakarta’s Infectious Disease Hospital Sulianti Saroso, it never crossed her mind that they both had COVID-19.

Tyasutami’s older sister Ratri Anindyajati, who is an independent producer and arts manager, was the one who broke the news to her mother.

“Ratri called me. She was so nervous,” Darmaningsih, 64, recounted.

“I turned on the TV and I saw the news about Mr Jokowi announcing the country’s first two COVID-19 cases. I was like: 'Oh my goodness' ... I felt so broken."

A nurse was coincidently in Darmaningsih’s room when Anindyajati called.

But she couldn’t verify whether Darminingsih and her younger daughter Tyasutami had COVID-19.

MEDIA FRENZY AT THEIR HOUSE

Mr Widodo did not mention the names of the country’s first two COVID-19 cases. But within minutes, messages started to circulate on Whatsapp indicating Tyasutami’s and Darmaningsih’s initials. Their health records and complete home address were also made known.

A few hours after Mr Widodo made the announcement, the health minister also held a press conference revealing details and the medical history of Case 01 and 02. What was announced matched the profile of Tyasutami and Darmaningsih.

“I asked a nurse who was visiting me in my room whether there were other patients currently warded at the hospital,” said Tyasutami.

“The nurse said no. So it must be us the president was talking about!” Tyasutami recounted.

At that stage, the nurses said they had no details on what was going on.

Tyasutami and her mother later found out that it is the protocol in Indonesia that during a specific disease outbreak, the president must first be informed before the patients are made aware.

The day did not unfold well, according to Tyasutami, Darmaningsih and Anindyajati.

A flood of messages filled their handphones, asking them various questions.

Journalists flocked to their house in Depok city, on the outskirts of Jakarta, while health officials raced to disinfect their house and test everyone living there, including Anindyajati.

The 33-year-old artist actually resides in Vienna, Austria, but she has been in Indonesia since February for professional and family matters.

ALL THREE TESTED POSITIVE FOR COVID-19

Just like her younger sister and her mother, Anindyajati was ill towards the end of February.

All three of them had been suffering from a combination of complaints such as itchy throat, fever and joint pain.

But Anindyajati quickly recovered and took her mother and sister to a local hospital in Depok on Feb 27.

Tyasutami was originally diagnosed with bronchopneumonia and Darmaningsih with typhus.

They were both hospitalised. Tyasutami later heard from a friend that she had attended the same dance event as a foreigner. The latter later went to Malaysia and tested positive for COVID-19.

Tyasutami did not know the lady but she immediately thought that she should be swabbed for COVID-19.

She and her mother were then transferred from the hospital in Depok to Jakarta’s Infectious Disease Hospital Sulianti Saroso.

Once officials knew Tyasutami and Darmaningsih were COVID-19 positive, Anindyajati also underwent a swab test.

Her result was also positive. She was warded at the same hospital on Mar 5 and became known as the country’s Case 03.

ROAD TO RECOVERY

“Clinically, our symptoms were mild. Maybe out of everyone, I had the worst symptoms,” Tyasutami said.

“When I was hospitalised, I only had a cough. It was a bad cough ... But when I was told I was positive and with all the stigma surrounding me, I was so stressed. My health got worse in the first few days."

People bombarded her social media accounts, sending nasty messages and blaming her for bringing the disease into the country. She set her accounts to private mode.

“I had high blood pressure ... up to the point when I could hear and feel my heart beating. It was so loud and fast. I started to vomit ... so it was really stressful,” Tyasutami recounted.

All three of them didn’t have any underlying conditions and they were generally fit.

“How did I recover? I just tried to be happy, which was very difficult at first. But then Ratri, my mom, my whole family, my friends, and even friends whom I haven’t seen in 15 years were all supporting me."

"And then my photos were being circulated ... Ratri said because we had quite a few followers, let’s make positive campaigns. 'I’ll make the wordings, you just need to repost',” said Tyasutami who is also a dance teacher.

SUPPORT FROM FRIENDS AND FAMILY

They started to share positive messages on social media. They also replied to messages from people who wanted to know what their symptoms were and other questions relevant to COVID-19.

Both sisters were in separate rooms. However, as the rooms were on the same hallway, they could see each other.

They kept themselves busy by exercising and practising yoga. Tyasutami even did handstands and was warned by the nurses who monitored them on the CCTV to be careful.

The three of them also wore a bit of makeup to feel better. They meditated together online, together with their families who live in other cities.

Meanwhile, Darmaningsih continued to dance in her isolation room.

Family support was the most important factor to recovery, she added.

On Mar 13, Tyasutami and Anindyajati were discharged.

The two sisters were happy, but worried at the same time.

“I felt bad because I didn’t want to leave mom behind,” said Anindyajati.

Three days later, Darmaningsih could finally go home.

The experience has made them more health-conscious.

They try to drink more water and Darmaningsih, who is the founder of the Indonesian Dance Festival, tries to rest more.

Since everyone is encouraged to stay home, the sisters are trying to spread positive campaigns to counter the hate messages which they are still receiving.

They have been approached to join fundraising campaigns for COVID-19 causes. Some people are also seeking emotional support from them.

“When the positive campaigns started, we had people who were so encouraging. They were telling us that listening to our stories made them feel very calm," Anindyajati said.

“We just keep going because we know we’re all in the same boat."

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Day 52: A World Wonder

That all-too familiar sound of my phone alarm alerted me to me to the early start. It was dark outside, and very quiet. I pulled on my clothes, not really caring all to much about my appearance. Hiza and Chonie were still up (they take a nocturnal approach to work) so I was thankful to receive a ride on the back of H's bike through the eerily quiet streets of Yogya. My destination was Sassi's workplace, one of the popular hostels in the city, where I was to get collected by the tour bus. Around 4am we departed: a small mini-bus full of bleary-eyed tourists. In just an hour, we were at the the Borobudur site. I had opted to watch the sunrise over the temple, distant in the horizon, before entering. The sunrise was kind of disappointing as it was cloudy but it did add a mysterious feel to the view. At 5.30am, we got brought to the temple itself. I couldn't get over the sheer size of it- a massive stone pyramid shape with hundreds of Buddha statues, topped with a spiked dome. Curious figures were ascending and following the steps around the structure, making their way to the top where the view was magnificent. After a brief cup of hot, strong, local coffee, I did the same. The engravings in the stone walls were again so detailed- it was fascinating. At the top, Buddha figures sat overlooking the scene and two monks clad in their bright orange robes were deep in meditation. I was annoyed at one lady who was taking up-close shots of them on her SLR for around 10 minutes and from all angles like they were some kind of tourist attraction. My time at the temple initially seemed long, but passed really quickly as I spent time exploring every single piece of art along the pathway around it. At 8am, it was bright and sunny, and I enjoyed a hot cup of jasmine tea with fresh fruit to revive me. The bus brought us back to Yogya, and I met Sassi about 10am. She picked me up on her bike and took us for breakfast- a jackfruit and green bean curry with rice and the ever-popular krupuk called sayur lodeh. I felt surprisingly awake for having had such a brief sleep. After picking up a card, we went back to the coffee shop from the day before. This time I had a manual brew which the guy let me do myself using their German dripper contraption (a Walkure). Sassi had one of their iced chocolate drinks which was sweet and rich. Saying goodbyes, I ordered a Go-Jek and rode home, trying to chat to my driver who didn't really understand much of what I was saying. Nevertheless, he was friendly and got me back safely. Before entering the house, I made some purchases from the supermarket, picking up some Indonesian condiments and medicine which I knew and loved. That afternoon, I arrived to not one, but three lunchbox deliveries that my friend Ezza had sent to the house. I opened mine with excitement: ayam pepes, rice, veggies, tempe and fruit were all prepared and packed inside. It was fun to eat it- I felt like I was on board a plane while sitting at home. I lazed around, and spent the time writing cards and sorting out my rucksack, throwing away from clutter I seemed to have gathered up. The tiredness finally caught up with me, and after a refreshing shower I took a nap, asking Chonie to waken me in time for meeting Sassi. My faithful service Grab was my way into town, taking me to a sourdough bakery/gelato shop called Cono Gelateria where I waited for Sassi to arrive. A mixture of tiredness and hunger made me feeling like I was starving, so I ordered a slice of pizza and a banana/cheese bread which were both lovely, although nothing on my sourdough treats in Nottingham. It would be my last time seeing Sassi, so I gave her a parting gift and waved goodbye as she took off for her night-shift at the hostel. I was on the back of a motorbike again, and came home to Chonie and Hiza who were both resting. I had been playing with my Vietnamese dripper and had picked up some condensed milk earlier, so made us all coffees. It was late, and we craved a supper so used Go Jek Food to order nasi goreng and butter prawns from their favourite store. I was shocked to find that Go Jek could be used for a number of services- Go Domestic (need a cleaner?), Go Post (need someone to collect your mail?), Go Line (want someone to queue for concert tickets for you?) and Go Beauty (need a beautician?) to name only a few. People are definitely getting lazier. Our poor delivery man had waited over an hour for the food (the restaurant was busy) and we cheered with delight when it arrived. Chonie cooked a massive sunny-side up egg for me (soft in the middle, perfect) while Hiza made a fresh sambal (more like a tomato and onion salsa). The fried rice, prawns, egg, sambal and a squizzle of kecap manis made one of the most comforting and delicious meals of the trip. I feel hungry even thinking about it now in retrospect! My intention was to write, but I procrastinated as ever and went for a walk around the neighbourhood with Chonie who explained to me about the community clubs where residents would meet to discuss, organise events, so night patrols and even give tips to whoever was on duty to buy a cup of tea (the excess being used for a community picnic once a year). It was a really sweet system. The sounds of a 4 part choir trickled through their local chapel, and we gazed inside at the young people practicing. It was a weird coincidence, but we actually passed the home of the Grab driver who had left me into town that night- he was standing outside smoking and we laughed when we realised he was a neighbour too. Back home, Chonie showed me her wedding photos and told me about their special days- how she had come from Sumatra to Central Java to Hiza and had to shake hands with the whole village community: 80% of guests she didn't even know! I learnt how their street had been blocked off and the woman of their neighbourhood had helped with the cooking, one house was opened for hair & makeup, and the ladies had dressed up to show the villagers who had arrived by bus-loads to the house. Chonie looked beautiful in her traditional Javanese dress- her hair scraped into points on her forehead like leaves- "They even shaved bits of my hairline!". She wore 5 large pins in her hair, standing like a crown at the back of her head, and her red and gold clothing sparkled. I felt honoured to learn about such traditions and culture. Excusing myself to go to sleep (how I had survived the day with such little rest was beyond me) and dropped off on the mattress very quickly. The sound of morning prayer did not waken me in the slightest.

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The Incredible Wedding You Need to Know Everything About

If you’ve ever dreamt of getting a princess wedding, meet your new icon. Intan Azzahra got married over the weekend, and she celebrated the occasion in a beautiful gown with the royal scenery to match. Thankfully, the photos from the once-in-lifetime event on Instagram.

Pal, wedding guest, and Indonesian fashion designer Ivan Gunawan took his followers through Azzahra’s transformation into a Cinderella bride.

She started the day sitting for hair and makeup in a lacy white robe. The beauty look was pure bridal royalty: A pearl crown by Indonesian bridal accessories designer Rinaldy Yunardi, teardrop earrings, and a glittery blush smokey eye.

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She debuted her dress in the only appropriate venue: A long, dramatic staircase. Perhaps fittingly, her husband is nowhere to be found. Is he also worshipping outside of the frame?

its ur dream wedding @intansazzahra enjoy ur best moment once in the lifetime #ivangunawan #indonesiandesigner #weddingdress #fheadpiece @rinaldyyunardi make up @imelvilentcia hair @miminhairdo

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At the other end of that staircase, according to Gunawan’s Instagram shots, was a castle. In the next photo, Azzahra appears in front of scenery straight out of an Indonesian version of Candyland. Somehow, her dress matches perfectly with the hot pink and muted white tones of the behind her (seriously hope she reclined in those seriously comfortable looking chaise lounges behind her while her new husband fed her chocolate).

satu kehormatan bisa hadir di acara resepsi @intansazzahra & @zendhyzaen #jember #wedding day #ivangunawan #indonesiandesigner #weddingdress

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Azzahra isn’t the only bride that chose a Gunawan original for her special day. He also shared a photo of Natasya Nallagan in a long-sleeve dress draped with hundreds of pearls.

. working with heart will creating a sincere beauty masterpiece, especially for a woman who getting married. Enjoy your great day @natnatallagan may your wedding happily ever after. #ivangunawan #indonesiandesigner #madeinindonesia

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Keep an eye on the up-and-coming designer’s Facebook page for more bridal couture.

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Shelica and Steven’s wedding in Bali

Shelica and Steven celebrated their wedding with twenty-five of their nearest and dearest in—Bali!! On the morning of their big day, the couple performed and traditional Indonesian wedding ceremony to honor the bride’s heritage and followed it with a glam western ceremony and reception at Renaissance Uluwatu Bali. The event was planned by Love Bali Weddings with florals by Style Wedding Decoration and photography by Love and Covenant Photography.

What made the wedding special and unique?

What made the wedding special was its location. I am an Indonesian descent but was raised in the States. I have been dreaming about going back to my native country and having my wedding in Bali. It was extremely special to have 25 people fly out from the US to the other side of the globe just to celebrate us ! And I was also able to include my family members who still live in Indonesia as part of this happy celebration.

Tell us about the gown.

My gown is a Justin Alexander and I am completely in love with it! The unique design and intricate appliqués with all over lace is something that I have always dreamed about.

What were some touches added to make the wedding personal?

We had a traditional Indonesian Ceremony the morning of. This was dedicated especially for my family and it made the day truly special. I wore a custom gown and wore my traditional Indonesian attire.

What was the most memorable part of the day?

The entire day was absolutely remarkable. Due to the amazing wedding team, everything went off without a hitch and I was able to remember and enjoy every moment of our special day. If I had to pinpoint one part, it would be the reveal of our ceremony and reception area. I was absolutely blown away at how perfect everything turned out! With this wedding being on the other side of the world, I had planned it all through WhatsApp. It was essentially a “blind wedding”. I had never visited the venue, never had any food tastings, or anything. I just had specific details of things I wanted and hoped that my wedding planner in Bali (whom I had never met in person) was going to pull it off, and they truly did! It was everything that I expected it to be. A dream coming to reality! Tremendous thank you to Love Bali Weddings.

Tell us how you met and became engaged.

Both my husband (Steven) and I went to Florida State University. I came across his profile on this dating app: Plenty of Fish. He then asked me on a coffee date and we met at Starbucks, we spent everyday together ever since. Steven proposed to me at a beach during a beautiful San Diego sunset. He had a banner that said “Shelica, Will you marry me?” And a hundred red roses shaped like a heart on the sand. We happily got married on our 4th year (dating) anniversary, July 10th.

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Photographer: Love and Covenant Photography // Planner: Love Bali Weddings // Florist: My Style Wedding Decoration // Venue: Renaissance Uluwatu Bali // Gown Designer: Justin Alexander // Hair: Rosa Hairdo // Make-up: Zevinna Makeup // Veil & Bridesmaid Dresses: JJ’s House // Jewelry: Olive + Piper // Tux: SaksFifth & Tommy Hilfiger // Videographer: Dreampeeks // Sound + Lighting: Agspro // Dancers: FoF Dancer // Wedding Submission Services: Published + Pretty

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The sleepy village of Licin is situated in the Banyuwangi regency of East Java, Indonesia. It’s a 30-minute drive from the town of Banyuwangi – Java’s easternmost tip – and an hour from the slopes of Kawah Ijen, the legendary volcano famous for its electric blue flames. It’s often used as a base for hiking the world’s most fascinating crater, and foreigners usual pass through it. But during my travels in Indonesia last November, I was instantly drawn to Licin’s wild beauty and tranquility, making it my home for the remaining two weeks of my stay in the country.

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The Forgotten Island

Java is largely ignored in favor of its neighbor Bali, which is known as “island of gods” and has increasingly attracted solo and spiritual travelers over the past decade. By contrast, Java, Indonesia’s second-largest province remains fairly untainted by tourism, existing on its own terms. In the face of the countless warnings I received to “be careful” when venturing to this less-trodden region, East Java felt incredibly safe and turned out to be one of the most welcoming places I’ve set foot.

The hauntingly beautiful Islamic call for prayer could be heard every few hours, from all corners of the village, successive chants blending in the air. Unlike the predominantly Hindu Bali, East Java has a mostly Muslim population. Islam was introduced to the island at the end of the 13th century with the arrival of Arab Muslim traders, gradually becoming the main religion after the collapse of the Hindu Javanese Majapahit Empire in the late 15th century.

The Osing People

The largest ethnic group in Licin is the Osing, who are a sub-group of the Javanese, known to speak Ngoko Osing, Java’s oldest language. They make up 70% of the population, with a small percentage of Madurese and Javanese also residing within the village. The Osing are descendants of the ‘native’ people of the ancient Kingdom of Blambangan – present-day Banyuwangi – whose rulers practiced Hinduism, until Muslim and Christian missionaries were sent by Dutch invaders in the 19th century to weaken and infiltrate the Osing community, as part of a plan to eventually occupy nearby Bali. There’s still a large number of Hindu Osing in Indonesia today, some of whom fled to Bali to resist conversion.

East Java

A majority of Osing people in East Java follow “abangan” Islam, which fuses Islam with Hindu, Buddhist, and animist beliefs. A small Christian population also exists among them. The preservation of their Hindu heritage can be observed in their bright and colorful clothing, intricate batik designs adorning their fabrics and homes, and various ancient practices passed down through the generations, including traditional dances, ceremonies, and art forms. The Osing are very superstitious, and in rural regions, like Licin, their traditions and rituals contain mystical elements, like those of the Balinese, honoring the spirits and deities.

“The most important celebrations for the Osing are the traditional wedding ceremony and circumcision party,” Achmed, a local tour guide working at my guesthouse, told me. Circumcision is an ancient rite of passage carried out on Muslim males before the age of 11, and the ceremony is a colorful and boisterous event where the community comes together to celebrate the young boy’s first step towards adulthood.

A Small Javanese Community

Achmed, who works and lives in Licin, describes himself as 100% Javanese. The Javanese are considered the native people of Java and the largest ethnic group in Indonesia, but only constitute 25% of the population in Banyuwangi and 10% of the community in Licin. Achmed, like most Javanese, identifies as Muslim. But with myriad ethnicities living side by side in Banyuwangi, including Madurese, Chinese, Manda people and Osing, Javanese culture also displays a range of influences, including animism, Hinduism and Buddhism. The Kuwung Festival is an annual carnival that celebrates the different cultures in this region of East Java, promoting ethnic diversity in Banyuwangi. The customs, traditions, and folklore of different ethnic groups and tribes are showcased through a parade that winds through the neighborhood of Banyuwangi.

A Series of Portraits

From the moment I arrived in Licin, locals were hospitable and eager to engage. Even though few people spoke English and my Indonesian wasn’t enough to hold a conversation, vendors welcomed me into their shops, mothers invited me to their homes for tea, and children waved from their windows and surrounded me in swarms to say hello.

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Each day, as I made my way to the terraced rice fields within walking distance of my guesthouse, I encountered a young, elegant-looking woman playing with her daughter outside her home. She and her family run a bridal makeup and hair styling business, helping women look beautiful for their weddings. One day, she was sitting outside her home, drinking tea with several other mothers from the neighborhood when she noticed that I had a camera with me and asked me to photograph her and her daughter. This led to other people in the area asking for photographs, and a couple of portraits quickly progressed into a series of beautiful images.

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Wandering through the emerald-green coffee plantations in the hills nearby, I met farmers producing rice, tea, and some of the best coffee on the island due to the region’s fertile soils and heavy rainfall. I found myself enchanted by our interactions, characterized by mutual curiosity and openness.

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The next afternoon, I crossed paths with a man named Ajiz on my way to the rice paddies. He oozed coolness and charisma, and while the gun that he was carrying was intimidating at first glance, very quickly, I felt comfortable and safe interacting with him. I wanted to capture the subjects with a casual yet intimate quality, reflecting the immediate sense of trust and familiarity between us.

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Living off the Land

“People in Licin are very proud and content living off the land of their ancestors. They are connected with nature,” explained Robbi, leads tours to Mount Ijen for Western travelers and lives with his family in a modest house edging the rice fields. “Some farmers earn very little money – about 15,000 rupiah ($1.64) a day,” he told me. “Sulphur miners can make up to $10 a day, but their job is very difficult.”

During my unforgettable hike to Mount Ijen, I witnessed miners descend into the volcano crater in darkness and re-emerge with wicker baskets containing 90 kgs. of hardened sulphur, with only a piece of cloth wrapped around their mouths to protect themselves from the poisonous fumes. The baskets were hauled back down the mountain through the smoke-filled air and transported to a sulphur production factory in Licin, where they’re processed to make matches, fertilizer, batteries, sugar, and plenty more products.

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A Serene Pocket of East Java

Like most hidden gems, Licin is tricky to find and easy to miss. There wasn’t much to do in the village, but this serene pocket of East Java was a perfect place to hike surrounded by tropical forests that left me in awe at their greenness and experience the charm and friendliness of local people. After traveling through many tourist-laden parts of Southeast Asia, Licin reignited my thirst for connection and an authentic cultural experience.

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Locals of Licin, East Java The sleepy village of Licin is situated in the Banyuwangi regency of East Java, Indonesia. It’s a 30-minute drive from the town of Banyuwangi – Java’s easternmost tip – and an hour from the slopes of Kawah Ijen, the legendary volcano famous for its electric blue flames.

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