Syawal 7, 1435H. After seven days with my mother-in-law in Kelantan, Kamal, Khalish, and I visited my parents in Negeri Sembilan. I, particularly, looked forward to the visit because all my brothers and their respective families were there, too. Imagine my family of three with a set of parents, five brothers, four sisters-in-law, one future sister-in-law, six nephews, and four nieces under one roof. Fun.
The documenter in me yearned for a portraiture session with The Chembong Clan, which I have missed for the past two years due to different holiday arrangements. The yearning deepened from the lack of photos with The Ketereh Clan as I was down with diarrhea. To my delight, everybody humoured my last-minute request.
Syawal 8, 1435H. My mother's delicious breakfast spread energised us for the camera. Haikal, Hazim, and Harraz, my eldest brother's children, set the mood with their cuteness.
I loved my sister-in-law's choice of colour. All of them were resplendent in fuschia. Each of us glowed indeed. Must be the happiness. How I wished to be able to capture more, but time was not on our side.
When my elder brother and his family stepped in front of my camera at the backyard, my mother was already serving lunch at the patio. It calmed the children, except for Khalish. The reason for the non-existence of our family portrait. Kamal, in between the tasks as my asssistant and the responsibilities towards our son, joked that we were in need of a professional photographer to photograph us. A great idea actually.
My elder brother and his wife beckoned my younger brother and his wife over only after a couple of shots, stating the complexity of modelling with four children. Oh, there were numerous photos of Anis, Haris, Arman, and Elis, but, all scattered. Meanwhile, Ivy laughed a lot at her cousins' antics, only to challenge her aunt with a straight face afterward. Heh.
Another younger brother and his family were still vibrant despite being among the last to be photographed. Thanks to Arif and Ezara who kept everybody jovial. One was mischievous, another was playful. Too bad my youngest brother and his fiancée needed to attend to a personal matter when their turn arrived.
My parents concluded the whole session. Chez Chembong was still full of laughter. While photographing, I simply felt the contentment of being a part of the family. Life with them, like the scene at the backyard, has been a delirium interwoven with every single adjective in the dictionary. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, all of us sat over tea, marvelling at those moments, cherishing each emotion captured in the photos.