Datuk's wife was here yesterday. She entered the room with a smile but her smile faded when she saw me. Apa salah aku? Nothing ,it's her nature. She is skeptical towards young woman like me. Some source said that she is afraid that one of us is trying to woo her hubby albeit she's the second wife. Ironic.
So she placed her anya hindmarch tote bag on the table and settled in front of me. Hell, her taste in fashion is not bad.I love the bag. Tsk..memang lawa. While puffing her ciggie she conversed with my director. Demm. I was kejung on my seat. Why? Because once, she went ballistic in the office because of ermm..jealousy and insecurity? Tapi nasiblah aku buruk semalam, tak mekap, rambut kusut masai sebab suke sangat carik rambut gatal.Still she looked at me with an icy-kinda-look.
I couldn't help from eavesdropping to their conversation coz she was seating in front of me. And ehe, I couldn't help from glancing at her face. Even without make up she looked quite nice-looking. A kelantanese, fair skin and pleasant features. Still, the snob-typical-wife-of-a-datuk is there.
If I happened to marry a datuk or my husband being awarded with the datuk-ship..How shall I behave? Will give the keji smile while cruising in my jaguar? I will buy the jaguar but the keji smile? I dunno, unless I caught my driver mengorek hidung while driving the car.
Hmm..But I won't say that "saya akan menderma kepada anak-anak yatim dan bla..bla..bla" coz for me those things goes without saying and if you do it, you don't have to tell the whole world about it. And I would not restrict myself to mingle with the datin's society only, because I dun think I can handle their way. Witnessing they way this type of people [ not all, but some] talk and socialize smothered me. Like..ohh boleh tak kita menggelupur macam biasa? Boleh tak kita duduk sambil mencarut-carut macam biasa? Boleh tak kita makan nasik dengan tangan even dekat kedai-kedai yang best?
I just don't understand, because of some status you have to change the way you used to be? Unless you are born like that. It's forgiven. And I don't understand people who kiss these tan sris and puan sris assess as if their asses were made from first class sugar. I mean, they are human. Yes, we regard them with reverence but hello, doesn't the other citizen deserved that kind of treatment too? And just because you have more money than the others you can treat the others like shit? I do respect those datuks and datins who treated others equally. They still exist. I do believe coz I met some.
Alamak, aku macam lari topik tapi takpe. To think of it again. What is money and name if you don't even know who you really are.
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On the other news. I was watching diari AF3 where amy search and awie was invited as the "suprised" guest while eating a packet of julie's biscuit. My mom sat on the sofa when she was supposed to do her isya' prayer but tak jadi.
Mom : Cuba bayangkan amy search tu jadi husband awak.
Me : Hah, kenapa pulak *kenapa mak aku boleh terpikir soalan ni?*
Mom : Hish, mau aku terkejut malam-malam.
Me : La.Dia kan stylo.
Mom : Teruk betul taste awak ni.Muka mengkaghung macam tu kata stylo?Ceh![mengakarung?]
Me : Hehehehe.
Mom :Eh,takkan tetek si amy ni besar macam tetek pompuan kot?
Me : Merepeklah.Dia bukannya nyah ke apa.
Mom : Ha.Tengok tu.Kan ke moncong je tu!!*pointing to the tv where suddenly there were two cone shapes on amy's chest.*
Me : *Choked*
Where the hell did my mom get this idea?Macamanala dia boleh perasan benda-benda macam ni?
Anyway, have a blast weekends!
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