I Will Miss You..

Finally my hubby's old house in DJ is sold. Abit relief, but abit sad also. Don't know why. Then my sis in law reminded me the reason when she replied my comment .."Sasha, ya lor. That was where you and my bro first "pak tor" hor? ;-) " Aisey..got hidden meaning ka? Why got " " wan? hehehe

Yes, that house is where I first paktor with my hubby every Saturday. Why Saturday only leh? Cos I was going out with him secretly without my parents knowledge. Sunday must stay at home and pretend like don't have lurve life ma... heheh They're very strict..all girls school from primary, No tuition classes for me cos my dad saw a guy talking to me on the first day of my class, even up to college. How did i meet my hubby? High-tech ma..Through internet la..you know that chat place called www.alamak.com ?

Anyway, that house is also where I first met my MIL. My first session with her is my haircut session. She was a homebased hairstylist. From that day onwards, I do not need to pay any money for haircuts. But I know she's not very happy with me cos I overheard her asking my hubby "where's the previous one?" "Where is SM?" a few times when I was there.

I was chubby then..57kgs. Then I went to the gym but nothing happened. And finally when i stopped going to the gym, my weight dropped to 52kgs. My MIL asked me .." Oh..so HL told you I said you're chubby so you went and loose weight ah?" my hubby faster faster turn away...then only i know..she don't really like me cos I was Chubby and have a notty face (like smoker,drinker,clubber and play girl type-Don't judge a book by its cover ya-I'm not).

And she loves to cut my hair. So my hair never grew longer than my shoulder. Always BOP style...and one day she decided to perm my hair. So short how to perm leh? But MIL wants to perm ma...so kwai kwai sit down and perm hair lor..End up like a cabbage head..and the best part was....she asked me to take a bus home myself after that cos she want my hubby to driver her somewhere. A trick or what..that I don't know..but nevermind la..

Most of the time when I'm there, she'll be in bad mood. I don't blame her.. she was sick. And most of the time, i pity my hubby cos he gotto take care of her..drive her here and there and do all the housework during weekends. She'd ask him to drive her to Sect 17 to buy kicap, SeaPark to buy Pork and Oldtown to buy vegetables, all in a day time. That's why I love this guy so much.. cos i know he is very loving and he is very patient. Patient is patient..but sometimes he will cry in his room, cos he is tired and sometimes MIL will scold him for nothing and take it out on him. In order to lessen his burden, I'll go to his house on Fridays and help him to clean the house so that he can rest on weekends. (nice leh? hehe)

But then MIL health deteriorate and got worst. She was hospitalised many times..few times she was about to pass away..I told her to wait for Laura's birth.. she managed to hold on.. another time i asked her to wait for my BIL's wedding..but the last round I didn't ask her to wait. I guess she suffered and waited enough..

My last conversation with her was at the hospital. UH's nurse is very garang wan..After the nurse changed her bedsheet, she came out and asked for her family member. Hubby was away to buy something. So only me available. Rupa-Rupanya she want me to "clean" my MIL. I'm already used to it cos I used to take care of my grandpa last time. MIL didn't know it was me...when we're done, she turned around and ask "how come its you?" and she was quiet for the whole day..Another time i massaged her and she didn't know it was me too..And on her last day..we all stood by her bedside and she called my name.."MW, you come already ah? So nice to see you.." and held my hands.. and i told her "auntie..yes I'm here..you rest la..". And before I left the hospital.. i told my hubby.. "I think your mom won't last till tomorrow"..i can see it in her eyes..the same look as my grandpa before he passed away..And true enough...12++am my hubby called me and said that MIL passed away peacefully.Her funeral was held in Buddhism way and there's a gold lady bug always hanging around her coffin...So pure and gentle and I know she was a nice lady, kind hearted and bubbly. It's only her sickness that made her grumpy.

So now I can say its not because its the first paktor place..it's because I met my MIL there and shared many precious moments together with her there...and I'm glad I get the chance to meet her before she passed away. And I will always miss DJ house cos I will always miss you MIL.