IBU MERTUAKU

lala_cute

SALAM

aku sudah berkahwin dan aku duduk di rumah metua aku....apa yg aku nak kongsi cerita dengan kawan2 yg aku sentiasa tersisih dengan ibu mertua aku...mak mertua aku membezakan anak dengan menantu.....walaupun baik mcm mana aku buat...anak dia yg dia lebihkan.....
adakah hanya perasaan aku macam tu atau memang mak mertua memang akan buat benda yg sama dengan mak mertua aku buat?
aku nak tanya pendapat kawan2.....
terima kasih

satriastendet

Sabar2. Brp lama dh kawin n dok umah mertua? Knp x dok umah sendiri? Ank brp org dh?

lala_cute

anak sorang....ayah mertua dah takde...n adik beradik lain,semuanya duk kat luar,jadi sebagai anak,suami saya bincang ngan saya untuk temankan ibu mertua saya...saya takde masalah...dah hampir 3 tahun duk ngan mertua.....rumah sendiri buat sewa....

ajinomotonosuga

nko cute..mentua tak cute..so dia tak suke laaaa

cuba ko jadi lala tak cute..tentu dia cute..so dia suke laa sebab ko huduh lagi dari dia

ko yer kan jek cakap dia haa..kalo dia kata dia lagi lawo dari kak pah..lagi lawooo dari ramlah ram..ko yerrrr kan jek..btui mak !! haaa tau?

kalo dia kata dia lagi pandei dari si semah bini tok najib tu..lagi slim dari adibah nor..ko yer kan saja..btuiiii tuuu mak !!

ko kene pandei amik ati oang tua..nak2 mentua tuh..nanti laki gaduh ngan ko..mak ko tu kang back up ko..sure punye, silap2 dia baling lesung batu kat anak dia sumpah jadi tv plasma..haaa jangan memain..doa ibu ni kuat tau..kuat sama cam prasan depa

sam0622

salam...ni pendapat saya la.....kekadang kita jer yg rasa tersisih...lgpun, kita kena ingat, mesti la mak mertua lebihkan anak dia.......tu kira normal la tu....mmg akan buat kita terguris, tp jgn ambik ati sgt....buat baik jer dgn dia...sbb islam pun dh ckp, mak mertua tu, sama mcm mak sendiri. Tp jgn sampai dia menganiaya u..jgn sampai menyakitkan secara fizikal. Jgn risau, semua kebaikan u akan berbalas jugak........ Ingat satu jer, klu kita sayangkan husband kita, kita tak nak dia sedih atau susah ati, so, jaga lah hati org yg paling hampir dgn dia (mak dia) dan jgn sekali biar husband terpaksa pilih antara u atau mak dia..... kesian dia.

faraway1

biasalah tu, duduk dekat..
jadi semua cita keluar.. busuk manis pahit tawar..
sbb tu org kata dekat bau kentut, jauh bau wangi...
jadi kiranya nak jadi kentut wangi ke kentut busuk...

maizana

Since this topic re MIL, just spend 5 minutes read this.. This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who take life for granted. Please, read this story until the end, it is such an opener.


You never Know.........!  Copy and paste frm the email that i received.... pls keep tissue besides u...

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with
us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother
endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see
him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a
great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to
bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing
the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the
sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly
just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized
and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling
that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his
pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he
would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender
and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For
example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she
could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people
spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!"
I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also
become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby
smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to
it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came
home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she
would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home
with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how
much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more
upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little
fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."
There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds
before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.
As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf
ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help
out with some housework, but soon her help created additional
work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags
accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our
house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish
washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt
her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby
was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting
cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I
do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her
once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however
unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time,
mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward
feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was
caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on
the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At
the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to
perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation,
I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That
night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not
to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears
as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
"LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no
choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my
throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw
down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just
as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly
in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no
words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then
stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days,
hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since
mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what
else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to
throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the
events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.
Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a
doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of
sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of
this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby
standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had
wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I
couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he
has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I
told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I
have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am
having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles
of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears
started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test
of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,
sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I
saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and
some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for
good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave
a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I
did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with
hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird
look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the
hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found
hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face
was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I
couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only
the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left
the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop,
apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the
countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she
tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally
understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that
morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the
killer of his mother.

to be continued....

mclaren

kalau my hubby pulak ada masalah mertua buat dia macam anak sendiri.. so dia tak berkenan sangat.

biasa lah mak mana tak lebihkan anak (well my mom tu lain sikit, sama rata sikit).

maizana

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window,
I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering
from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my
hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say
to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks
at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and
stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow
heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually
backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That
night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to
indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.
He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home
from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned
to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial
desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my
medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a
guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office
colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I
will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw
hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with
cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I
know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months
plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within
myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I
will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out
from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my
bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the
paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name
on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since
mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not
control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes,
but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing
each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my
heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could
never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to
me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In
the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes,
I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's
heart. For me, it's unintentional; for
him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of
reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and
could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth
to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he
buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to
him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love
had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the
bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had
no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can
hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick;
last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will
Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and
could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are
going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I
had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby
came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were
living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the
dead knot in his heart.

surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and
laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned
because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's
groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this
to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no
choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on
his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none
of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring
in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden
stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change
and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran
down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept
wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once
we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery
suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed
my mind: In my lifetime, who else would
love me as much as he did?

maizana

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes
caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out
of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy
and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at
me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I
cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired
eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but
the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at
that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver
cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he
managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he
had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room
and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer
was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer
has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible
difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....
Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy.
Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most
and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school,
to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of
love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me:
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I
have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want
to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My
dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile,
thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to
our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every
year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over
and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our
son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open
his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the
sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my
face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in
this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of
having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years
with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a
price, every thing became too late."........

This is a true story.
LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read
through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed
the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and
communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as
well as patience.... This story has really touched my heart and life as a
whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is
also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to
live a life free of grudge. People please let's live a life devoid of
grudge. Communication is key.
Take greatest care and live on.

mclaren

tu la hisap rokok lagi, kan dah kena liver cancer (err ada connection ke?)

nurryn

camna baik pon kiter as menantu.. kiter xkn sama taraf ngn anak2 pompuan dier..
camna baik pon mak mertua... camna teruk pon our own mom... time susah we still cari our own mom... n between 2, our own mom la yg akan berkorkan.. bersusah payah utk kiter...
my single cent

my-alja

Originally posted by nurryn at 28-5-2009 08:42
camna baik pon kiter as menantu.. kiter xkn sama taraf ngn anak2 pompuan dier..
camna baik pon mak mertua... camna teruk pon our own mom... time susah we still cari our own mom... n between 2, o ...

yeeppp, u are so rite....
yg lagi tak patut my mom akan puji menantu dia dulu sebelum anak sendirik
sian kat kami

my-alja

Originally posted by faraway1 at 28-5-2009 07:50
biasalah tu, duduk dekat..
jadi semua cita keluar.. busuk manis pahit tawar..
sbb tu org kata dekat bau kentut, jauh bau wangi...
jadi kiranya nak jadi kentut wangi ke kentut busuk...

btol tu fara...even mak sendiri pun sama
dah duk dekat2...itulah yg bau busuk
anak jauh gakkk....yg disebut-sebut
dah adat....

nak cakap pasal tersisih nie, i nie menantu luar....
setiapkali ada gathering....i akan bawak diri sebab depa kat dapur cakap german
malas nak pikir apa2....i buat hal sendiri, join anak buah basuh motor kaa...

bezita60

How to kill your mother in law


A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married & went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.

Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.


Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting.

But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband! D great distress.


Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-! law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs.

She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.


Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you."

Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving.


Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. "Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy.

She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.


Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper!r, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother.


After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.


The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in- law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter.

Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening. One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She's changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her."


Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."


HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: "The person who loves others will also be loved in return." God might be trying to work in another person's life through you. Send this to your friends and spread the POWER OF LOVE

Hana

aku rasa normal..misti ler lebihkan anak sendirik dari menantu..

oklah tu, dibandingkan dgn anak sendiri (suami kita)
kalo dibandingkan dgn menantu2 yg lain? mcm mana? haa..itu lagi sakit hati lah.

ala..ko pikir gini udah ler..tak sayang sudah, gaji tak berkurang pun tiap2 bulan..  
tapi, kalo bos tak sayang, haa, nnt maybe tak dpt bonus.   itu baru susah hati ekk.

tapi, mmg tak best duk dgn mertua. ape leh buat..dah takdir ko kena stay dgn mertua.
takperla..sabarrrrrrrrrrrrrr ajek la..
dah tugas isteri kena sabarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ..baru tau kah?  

Abomb

mmmmmm rasa nye mmg setuju
kalau anak yg jauh tuh la dikenang2 disebut2
walhal anak yg dekat nih la yg selalu teman kan dia...
mmg adat lah mcm tuh
kena terima la
kalo nk disebut2 kena la dok jauh2 sket...

mjla

Klu nak layan ragam mertua, mau meroyan haku hari2....

Haku cuba wat yg terbaik jer......

Tapi klu MIL masih lg tak puas hati......  lantak ko lah......

Tak kuasa haku nak melayan.....

faraway1

Originally posted by mjla at 27-5-2009 20:23
Klu nak layan ragam mertua, mau meroyan haku hari2....

Haku cuba wat yg terbaik jer......

Tapi klu MIL masih lg tak puas hati......  lantak ko lah......

Tak kuasa haku nak mela ...

heheh exact, me ada mentua paling cerewet dan
paling susah nak puaskan hati.....

me ada tahun pertama yg sukar dgn mentua.
dr masalah komunikasi sehingga masalah tak setaraf..
tapi hari ni me duduk sama rendah berdiri sama tinggi dah..
napa, me buat tak tau aje, masa dengan dia layan bebetul aje..
jangan ambil hati, diam ajelah walau dia cita benda yang sama..
me tak duk dgn dia, tapi being the only menantu dan laki me
the only anak dia ada kat sini.. sapa lagi yang nak jaga dorang
kalau bukan kamikan.. jadi kami spent masa selalu sangat bersama
sampai me gelar mentua me tu our travel partner kat sini
sebab mana kami pegi, dorang ikut sama

anyway, me menantu kesayangan dorang sekarang
seperti yg dorang cakap, tapi kalau dorang cakap
ngan semua jugak camtu, tiadalah me heran.. me jaga bahagian me aje

leenn

Originally posted by mjla at 28-5-2009 09:23
Klu nak layan ragam mertua, mau meroyan haku hari2....

Haku cuba wat yg terbaik jer......

Tapi klu MIL masih lg tak puas hati......  lantak ko lah......

Tak kuasa haku nak mela ...

  tak terkata haku.....tapi betul gak tu......
as long as dia tak fitnah kita yg bukan2, udah!....buat je keja kita....
5 tahun dok ngan MIL ada baik ada buruk....
last2 hubby dapat peluang bertukar negeri, tu ler dapat merasa hidup sendiri...
sekarang balik hometown pun terus dok umah sendiri, dengan alasan barang2 rumah sendiri dah ada,
tak muat nak masuk umah MIL....abis citer!...
so tuan rumah....saborrr......banyak2.....selagi kita dilayan baik, kita pun wajib layan dia macam
mak sendiri.....
nanti bila kita dah keluar, kita juga akan dirindu...itu pengalaman haku lerr....