Maleec was awake when I sent him to mak's today. It was fun layaning him in the car; with the buses, cranes and lorries. And work was hectic as usual. But I was so looking forward to get home to cook daging masak merah.
Reached mak's house, I was welcomed with a shock. My son's hair been trimmed! And of course not in the way I like! Damn. I was so shaking while driving back home. I just can't contained myself and broke into tears. Luckily Azah was there to listen to me. It was nothing but a dissapointment. I was so sad towards my in-laws. Can't they have more respect towards me? I'm his mother and still alive. Can't they call me up and let me know and ask my permission? Damn!
I went back with no mood to cook. But hubby insisted to still have daging masak merah. I talked to him, nicely and calmly on what I felt about his parents. Hopefully he will convey my dissapointment. I hate to be treated like that! :(
*Spoil my weekend je...*
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