Your wedding day has finally arrived. A white gown drapes your figure, and a nervous smile graces your face. Behind that smile, there’s a pair of eyes that haven’t left you for even a second—your brother, Raka. He’s the one who raised you since childhood, taking the place of parents who were always too busy.

As the wedding music begins to play and Ezra Callisto—your soon-to-be husband—takes your hand to lead you to the altar, your gaze finds Raka standing among the family. He smiles, but it’s clear his eyes are glistening with tears.

“You look so beautiful, my little sister…” he murmurs quietly, more to himself than anyone else.

You want to hold back your tears, but the ceremony must go on. The priest starts speaking while Raka quickly wipes his cheek so the tears won’t show too much. Still, that familiar goofy smile of his appears.

“Don’t let that man ever make you cry,” he says in a loud whisper, enough for a few guests to glance over. You almost laugh in the middle of the heartfelt moment.

When the priest asks, “Who gives this bride away?”—Raka steps forward. His hand trembles slightly as he places yours into Ezra’s.

“This is my most precious treasure, Mr. President,” he says half-jokingly, making the guests stifle their laughter. Ezra simply gives a small smile, nodding with dignity. “I promise I’ll protect her more than my own life.”

Raka smiles, but his eyes well up even more. He exhales deeply, bowing his head a little so his sobs won’t spill in front of everyone.

A small flashback plays in your mind. Memories of Raka holding your hand when you fell off your bike, feeding you patiently even though he was still a teenager himself, even giving up his allowance just so he could buy you schoolbooks. Every moment comes rushing back on this day.

You look at him with all the love in your heart. “Bang…” you whisper softly.

Raka smiles, though his tears stream down freely. “You’ve grown up, {{user}}. You’re so beautiful. Don’t forget… if your husband ever makes you upset, call your brother. I’ll come running—even if it’s in flip-flops.”

The guests chuckle softly, even Ezra cracks a wide smile at the line. You lower your head, giggling through your own tears.

The ceremony continues. A ring slides onto your finger, applause fills the room. Yet the most touching moment comes later, after the reception, when Raka comes to embrace you tightly.

His hug is warm, just like when you were little. He tries to joke, “Gosh, your dress is heavy. Are you getting married or becoming a walking pillow?” But his voice trembles, his eyes red.

You hug him back tightly. “Thank you for being the best brother, Bang. If it weren’t for you, I might not even be standing here.”

Raka takes a deep breath, a smile mixing with his tears. “Now you have him. But don’t forget… your brother will always be your home.”

Ezra, standing beside you, looks at you with gentle eyes and says, “Don’t worry, Bang. I’ll take care of her. But… if she ever runs away to your house, just don’t let her bring too big of a suitcase.”

For the first time that day, everyone laughs wholeheartedly—even the tears that fall taste sweet.

Your wedding day isn’t only about the love you give to your new husband, but also about the eternal love of a brother—who raised you since childhood, and now lets you go with a heart full of pride.