Saturday – Met my ex-company residence patphor (gossiper). Thank God I had taken that extra 20 minutes before I went shopping. It must be my lucky day.
I know she is probably going back to my ex-company and broadcast what has happened to the bitchy ex-sexy-turkey. I think every woman whom had stopped working to be a full-time mom has this deep-seated phobia. To meet the ex-colleague in their worst possible appearance and knowing that the ex-colleagues are going to bitch that ‘so&so has turned into a true-blue silai who wears baggy t-shirt, capri pants and Bata sandals, broccoli hair, sans make-up and looks haggard and yellowish with a rattan bag’.
I do. And I wouldn’t be caught alive in that scenario. I will probably scoot away before I actually come face-to-face with the person. Or I pretend to look the other way and turn deaf when people calls my name. Muster “Just keep walking, just keep walking”.
It is a big price we full time moms have to pay. The loss of our dignity, the plunging of our harga saham (share market value 🙂 ) , the loss of our identity and most of all, the label of ‘housewife’. Urghhh….
I sometimes do get very pissed when my husband casually replied to questions, “Oh, she doesn’t work, she is a housewife’. Man….I wanna buy rat poison in that situation. At least a widow sounds more glamourous than urggh…housewife. It happened a few weeks ago when I told one restaurant owner that I had put up his restaurant in my food blog.
It is sooooo unfair. If I am a janitor, sitting down at public toilets, collecting money, I am working.
If I am a clerical staff (like my residence patphor mentioned above), I still have a title and a job and NO HOUSEWIFE label.
So, you see, it is terrible being ‘not working, i am a housewife’ person.
Thank God I have the saving grace to appear so exuberant, with dangling earrings, blue nails and toes peeking out of my shiny sandals, a matching outfit with matching make-up and the pride to tell residence patphor “Nolah….I am not working. Enjoy life only lor. Kids grown up already. Shopping lor.” and then, put on a quizzical look and asked “What???? You still HAVE TO WORK?” Muaharharhar….
So, you define silai. What picture do you get when you hear this word? Silai = housewife = suri-rumah.
Tricky question. Whoever gives the wrong answer risks getting broccoli stuff up the baboon red backside.