by Cecile Cinco
So last Friday, I, together with my daughter who was willing to wait in an expected long queue just to get the marriage certificate that was not released, went to the National Statistics Office in Pasay. At the last minute, since she was ready anyway, she decided to do the waiting as long as she does not stay alone with her eldest sister at home.
I was sure that all documents that I got (supposedly six) were inserted in a brown envelope until I gave the envelope to hubby before going to work the next day. At the end of the day, he reported to me that there was no marriage certificate, which is what he actually needs. I was sure I applied for it since it was the only pink form. The rest got the white form. Besides, I paid for all six.
When we arrived, I went to the releasing section and I explained what happened. I was told to ask window 9, then 3. The lady at window 3 was having difficulty finding it on record since I did not have the receipt (I gave it to them that day, for them to release the document, but when they gave me the docs, one is missing). It turned out, she was using a different spelling. When I showed her the released receipts, that’s when she found that indeed I ordered the MC. She finally found it and it took us more than an hour. Well, it was better than reapplying for a new one and take us the whole day.
After that, we went malling at the SM Mall of Asia. When we got home, my legs and feet were really tired. We did not even go around the whole of MOA. When we reached home, hubby soon got home too. I teased him: “See, you’re married to me!”
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