Someone is celebrating his first wedding anniversary today. So, being the obliging blogger, I am going to write a post on marriage for his reading.
You see this old, broken, little hut? It is a tiny tailor shop. Just today, my son said, ‘I want to be a sewer’. And all of us went, “HUH? You are so full of shits, so be a sewer very suitable for you”
Then, we only realised he was talking about a tailor. Sew clothes. Doh! We had a good laugh over it.
As we reached our apartment, the neighbour’s dog came out.
#A son : Go nearer lah, the dog bites your ball.
#B son : You go near, the dog also can’t bite your ball ‘cos it is not there. It is soooo puny.
#A son : If I go there, the dog cannot bite because my balls are too big for it’s jaw. Not like you, none at all.
And the more we laughed.
See? All the simple things in life is enough to make us happy.
And we went to the tailor around almost 11 pm because dear hubby wants to get his new pants shorten. You see, my marriage contract doesn’t include ironing, sewing or cleaning the toilets. That’s why we made a stop to have it done. Easy solution, right?
After the tailor trip, my growing teen needs to eat roti cheese telur. But the mamak heard wrongly and made roti tisu.
So, we accepted it because it is already done and it won’t be nice to ask them to take it back. After all, it is food.
Then, I saw the delicious ikan keli, kelompong and telur ikan. So, I couldn’t resist and fall into temptation. I asked my eldest son, “How? 11 pm and I still eat, how? Fat, how?”
And he said, “Eat lah, not like we eat like this every night.” We then ordered a plate each.
We shared our dishes. Half a beef, half telur sotong. Half telur ikan.
And I drank this susu lembu halia. It is fresh cow’s milk mixed with ginger juice.
Of which my sons said, “You don’t call us in the middle of night and tell us you are going to die ok?”
Because I am lactose and Vitamin C intolerant and had fainted many times due to stomach cramps when I drank those UHT milk. It is always very severe and dramatic where I would broke into cold sweats, dizziness and screamed for someone to bring me the Tiger Balm because, “I am going to dieeeee.” *then fainted on the toilet floor* (in Hokkien, Kah meh, wa ai si liao!!!) It is always the family’s laughing stock and they will always bring it up just to tease me.
And my point is – Being married is all about give and take. It is about accepting each other faults and bask in the simple things in life. We can laugh over everything and talk about anything. Once you have that formula, things are always smooth going.
Therefore, (name not included yet), Happy Anniversary Lah. You want to reveal your identity so that all of us can wish you long, long, romantic, romantic, full of farts exchanges and shits comparing relationship or not? (you gotta be so close to your spouse, you can make farts orchestra *peet, phoot, peet, phoot* and can compare what the previous night dinner produced the next morning, ok?)
See? I did not forget to remind you, right? Faster say thank you, niamah!