It bothers me when I wash the dishes. It bothers me when I transfer my clothes out of the dryer (yeah, I don’t have to hang laundry). It bothers me when I walk in the park. It bothers me enough to blog it.
You see, I have this neighbour around my age. She would peek into my kitchen window. She would tell me who has moved in and who has moved out. She would pinched my toddler cheeks and scared the fleas out of him. Don’t say my toddler, she also scared the shit outta me.
If you watch Desperate Housewives, she is like that nosey parker who lives on Wisteria Lane. Get the picture? No, I do not detest her ‘cos she is not the other nosey parker who asked me if my husband is MY husband. Nor the other nosey parker who asked if my toddler is my grandson.
So, let’s call her Auntie Long Hair (ALH). ‘Cos if my toddler wants to run out of the house, I would go, “Haaah….Auntie Long Hair catch you.” Works all the time. Better than dinosaur, monster or policeman.
ALH had been missing from the scene for something like 1+ months now. She usually passed my corridor with her super-whiney, super-high pitchy, super-annoying little daughter who seems to cry all the time. Her MIL stays 2 doors from me. A woman who is surprisingly not friendly unlike other aunties on the block who think I am a daughter-in-law from heaven who cooks, breed only sons and errmm…I never preach Christianity eventhough I wear a cross pendant.
Back to ALH – she stays one floor below me. So she did come to her MIL’s house for meals. ALH has one happy family. I admire ‘cos I got no MIL. They have these family gatherings on weekends with extended families etc.
I wanted to ask ALH’s MIL where her daughter-in-law is. I dare not.
I wanted to ask ALH’s hubby where she is. I also dare not.
I wanted my sons to ask ALH’s son where his mom is. Sons call me kay poh chee.
I wanted to ask my other neighbours where ALH is. I sked they call me sei phat phor.
The kind and good side of me wonder if ALH is being ill and needs any food sent to her family. But where is her little daughter leh? I don’t mind playing the helpful neighbour. It is my duty. It is only right.
Now, this is where my dilemma comes from. Three to four months ago, I bumped into ALH with her daughter eating at McD with man. He could be her brother. He could be her insurance client. (ALH is a non-working woman la)
Being a woman, I did try to read the body languages. That’s why I dare not show my face and show ALH that I actually saw her.
I dare not ask because I am afraid the family may give me an angry look that says, “Sei phat phor, why you want to know where my wife runs to?”
But I think I should ask as a courtesy because if I suddenly died and disappeared, I sure want my neighbours to ask my family where I go die liao.
You get what I mean? If I had not bumped into ALH 3-4 months ago, I would have straight out asked her FIL (who is more friendlier). It is normal to ask about the well-beings of our neighbours.
So, tell me. Is there a fine line between kind and caring or nosey and busybody? What should I do? Keep wondering? Go ask?