::Selamat Hari Raya::
Saya ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada semua umat Islam, Maaf Zahir dan Batin...
This year's Hari Raya takes on a new meaning for me because like every married couple, I now have to go visiting Sri's family instead of just gathering at my grandma's house, so from now on time is a very precious commodity for us. You know, like we need to pandai2 divide our time between our families to avoid disappointment on either side. Takkan stay kat 1 rumah 30 minit lepas tu chao kan? Furthermore, I was working the morning shift on the first day so there you go.
We decided to visit Sri's grandma first at Bedok before joining up with my family. Supposed to have reached there at 4-ish and then leave by around 6pm but Sri took like FOREVER to get ready (Girls,does it really matter how the pin looks like on your tudung? Sheesh!) so in the end we reached there at 5.30pm. Now this is the first time I am meeting Sri's family in their entirety so needless to say, I was a bit nervous at the questions they would ask, how they would look at me (for e.g, "asal Sri kahwin ngan lelaki handsome giler nye? Confirm deni the playboy type!) and etc. I know its unlike me to get all restless when the spotlight's on me, but hey, it shows that I AM human after all.
So basically I chatted with her grandma,uncles and cousins (the guys, not the girls,I'll get slaughtered if I do that), always aware of how I sit, my hand movement when I talk, forcing myself to laugh at a joke they cracked which is really not funny and even then,I have to restrain myself from laughing too loudly like I always do. In a way, acting senonoh when I am actually a tak senonoh type of guy. If you can do that people then I really salute you like how I saluted myself. Sri remarked afterwards that I so-called did well (YEH!!! malam dapat!!! hehe...) but now that I've gotten that first meeting out of the way, I promise they'll see the REAL Anuar the next time I drop by and visit. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
So then it's Sri's turn to meet my family and although I was sure she will do just fine, seeing as how pure and demure she is, I was a little bit worried at how she will get on with my mum (because of a little incident which I will explain in due course). So we met them straight at my grandaunt's house at Teban because they had already left my grandma's house at Yishun to go there. The thing is,we reached there earlier then them and my grandaunt, being old as she is, had to ask who I was (Saya Nurul, anaknye Ela Nek) before she let me in. In the 15 minutes we were there, never before had I felt so awkward in my life (except maybe 5 other instances,but I digress) because I wasn't that particularly close to her,and I still wasn't sure she knew who I was (I was imagining her suddenly jumping out of her seat and screaming "you are intruders in my house!" and taking a kitchen knife to chase us out), so our "conversation" (to call it an interview would be more apt) was punctuated with pregnant pauses and lots of "makanlah kuih". Something like this:
Her: Nurul keje mana skarang?
Me: ICA. Chop passport.
Her: Ooooh.
*pause for about 30secs,then suddenly...*
Her:Makanlah kuih,apa yang ada.
Me: ye nek,tengah makan ni.
Yep,so you repeat the scenario above for about 5 times and there you have it, my conversation with my Grandaunt.
to be continued. . . .
This year's Hari Raya takes on a new meaning for me because like every married couple, I now have to go visiting Sri's family instead of just gathering at my grandma's house, so from now on time is a very precious commodity for us. You know, like we need to pandai2 divide our time between our families to avoid disappointment on either side. Takkan stay kat 1 rumah 30 minit lepas tu chao kan? Furthermore, I was working the morning shift on the first day so there you go.
We decided to visit Sri's grandma first at Bedok before joining up with my family. Supposed to have reached there at 4-ish and then leave by around 6pm but Sri took like FOREVER to get ready (Girls,does it really matter how the pin looks like on your tudung? Sheesh!) so in the end we reached there at 5.30pm. Now this is the first time I am meeting Sri's family in their entirety so needless to say, I was a bit nervous at the questions they would ask, how they would look at me (for e.g, "asal Sri kahwin ngan lelaki handsome giler nye? Confirm deni the playboy type!) and etc. I know its unlike me to get all restless when the spotlight's on me, but hey, it shows that I AM human after all.
So basically I chatted with her grandma,uncles and cousins (the guys, not the girls,I'll get slaughtered if I do that), always aware of how I sit, my hand movement when I talk, forcing myself to laugh at a joke they cracked which is really not funny and even then,I have to restrain myself from laughing too loudly like I always do. In a way, acting senonoh when I am actually a tak senonoh type of guy. If you can do that people then I really salute you like how I saluted myself. Sri remarked afterwards that I so-called did well (YEH!!! malam dapat!!! hehe...) but now that I've gotten that first meeting out of the way, I promise they'll see the REAL Anuar the next time I drop by and visit. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
So then it's Sri's turn to meet my family and although I was sure she will do just fine, seeing as how pure and demure she is, I was a little bit worried at how she will get on with my mum (because of a little incident which I will explain in due course). So we met them straight at my grandaunt's house at Teban because they had already left my grandma's house at Yishun to go there. The thing is,we reached there earlier then them and my grandaunt, being old as she is, had to ask who I was (Saya Nurul, anaknye Ela Nek) before she let me in. In the 15 minutes we were there, never before had I felt so awkward in my life (except maybe 5 other instances,but I digress) because I wasn't that particularly close to her,and I still wasn't sure she knew who I was (I was imagining her suddenly jumping out of her seat and screaming "you are intruders in my house!" and taking a kitchen knife to chase us out), so our "conversation" (to call it an interview would be more apt) was punctuated with pregnant pauses and lots of "makanlah kuih". Something like this:
Her: Nurul keje mana skarang?
Me: ICA. Chop passport.
Her: Ooooh.
*pause for about 30secs,then suddenly...*
Her:Makanlah kuih,apa yang ada.
Me: ye nek,tengah makan ni.
Yep,so you repeat the scenario above for about 5 times and there you have it, my conversation with my Grandaunt.
to be continued. . . .
posted by Anuar @ 12:13 PM
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