Desire

My desire to blog has not yet vanishes into thin air. There have been too many times I deadly wanted to write but I couldn’t for various reasons. I haven’t share wit u my wedding pictures..what more my honeymoon pixs! Hahaha… u have to wait.

Life as a wife is wonderful. I am amaze with myself. I found myself trying to look pretty all the time..hahhaha.. well at least presentable. I cook. I clean up. I tidy up. I do all the things I didn’t like to do before I am a wife. Haha…and most of all.. I lipat my selimut every morning!!! Fuuuyoooo… =p say whatever u want. But it is universally acknowledged that I am one hell of a super ultimately unbelievable lazy ass. Like my brother always says ..’unta padang pasir pun tak malas cam ko’ huhu.. but then, I didn’t even know how malas those unta are..hehe…

I started living in my in law’s house on the 1st of December. That very same day, my parent in-laws went to stay at their other son’s house to baby sit his kiddies. So I was left alone..with no internet, no astro and nothing to do. My routine starts around 5.30am with the ultimate task to wake up my hubby. He is awake by that time, but he refuses to get up and ready to go to work. So I have to make sure he hits the shower before 5.45am or he will be late for work..Huhu.. around 6.15am, I go down to the kitchen to make some breakfast for him to take to work. After sending him off at 6.50am, I go back to bed ;) hehe and sleep on to my heart content! As soon as I wake up, I hang the clothes outside to dry. Then I go down and make my self some breakfast. I watch whatever on the telly and read every word in the newspaper including the obituaries. =S and its only 2pm. Huhu… Then, I plan what to cook for dinner and ransack the refrigerator for the things I need. Owh at 2.30pm I watch the Wonderpets! I love them… I really do! Then I start cooking slowly..taking my own sweet time to kupas bawang, masak nasi etc. Around 5pm or whatever time I finish cooking, I get ready to welcome hubby home. Just making sure he will recognize me as his wife not some crazy women with the hair like a lion’s mane. Usually I spent my time reading my book or watching the endless Indon’s sinetron on the telly. Around 6pm+, or depending on what time he left the office, he will arrive home. After a few hugs n kisses, I will prepare for dinner. Unlike at my own home, here there is some protocol as I have to set the table with plates and if required the cutlery. Everything is served on the table nicely.. and there will be bawang goreng or daun bawang or daun sup as garnish. So I tried to learn doing it as much as I can and hubby does loves his food served pretty. I don’t cook much but it seems he eats anything as if it is bloody delicious. And for that I really love him. =D After prayers, we usually watch the news on telly or lie in bed talking to each other. It seems there is no end on what to talk about. Then we will get ready for bed around 10pm, as he will get ready his work attire and I will settle the laundry. Usually, I insist him to sleep before 11pm. More hugs and kisses then we fell asleep.

My mom in law is particular about her kitchen. So I don’t really dare to mess it up. I tried very hard to do as what she does. Of course I am not the most desirable daughter in law, well..being lazy and don’t know how to cook, tidy up and all, but none the less she loves me like her own daughter. After almost 3 weeks on my own, they return home. Nothing much changes, but I do wake up earlier. Like 8.30am or 9 am.=D hehe and I don’t cook at all anymore. I left the cooking to the expert. I just stand there trying to be busy or something. huhuhu… but the rest left as it is. I still make my hubby’s breakfast tho.

It has been delightful and bliss being able to sleep in his arms all night and wake up next to him. To be able to pray together with him, recite the quran, prepare dinner and talk about future together. When I get to know that I have to return back to that school, I cannot help but to cry and cry. Knowing that I can only be with him over the weekend for 2 nights a week, I cry even more. It’s hard to go back. Knowing that I won’t be back in near time makes it harder for me.

back dated: 18 of January 2009