Hi,
First, I apologise for the tardiness.
This week is a hectic one for me...
Not only am I shifting home but it is also my last week of maternity leave.
So in anticipation of much busi-ness, I am throwing the schedule to the wind. I will post as soon as I write, and try my best to keep to 3 post a week, atleast.
I have every intention of completing this story and I already know what's going to happen as we near the end...please bare with me as juggle all my responsibilities and projects.
Thank You for your understanding&readership.
Ree
Monday 24 November 2014
Part 56: Generous Genies
Before we left on Sunday, Sabera pulled me aside to tell me she felt certain about this but very nervous.
My parents were very pleased.
I couldn't believe that we had a wedding to do while I was in so pregnant. I tried talking my father into delaying the wedding till after I had the babies but he laughed at me! There was no way.
My mother said I would complain even more with two newborns. Well, at least I have something to do now while Imraan's at work, planing Saberas wedding should full my days.
This coming weekend will be the Janna-Charow, since Sabera hates 'Indian Traditions', it's just going to be house people...Luqmaans brother and his family will be coming down since they haven't met Sabera yet.
Good thing its a small function, I can't exactly find anything comfortable to wear. I don't know when they going to have the Nikkah but I guess I shall have to wear a tent for the Walima!
On our way back from Port Shepstone we stopped to visit Imraan's parents. It's so weird going there, our room doesn't feel like 'our room' anymore though we read esha there.
I looked around it amazed how my perspective had changed in such a short time.
Even though we visited for a short time, it was so nice to see Sumaya, I really miss that bond we had.
Shireens pregnant again and very excited. She's already complaining about aches and pains and can barely keep up with the twins now.
My MiL spoke excitedly about her up coming trip, she is going to Dubai for two weeks with all her sisters, her brother and his wife. She promised me lots of gifts but I told her not to worry, she should just go enjoy herself.
" Jaa-Ja, my kushi is to spend on you'll...if I don't spoil you'll I won't be happy, no no...I heard about all the souks there, Il look for nice nice things.", She said.
" Jee, but it's not cheap there.", I said. Her open generosity was making me uncomfortable, our family was quite big, I didn't want her to feel like I expected gifts. It would be difficult for Mil to buy a ton of things for all of us, though I am sure my Fil would give her a generous allowance.
We left after a light tea and I was just falling asleep in the car when I heard Imraan say, " I gave mummy some spending money from our side for herself, about R10 000."
Ahhh...it was my husbands generosity that she was flaunting, now that made more sense, I could sleep easy.
My parents were very pleased.
I couldn't believe that we had a wedding to do while I was in so pregnant. I tried talking my father into delaying the wedding till after I had the babies but he laughed at me! There was no way.
My mother said I would complain even more with two newborns. Well, at least I have something to do now while Imraan's at work, planing Saberas wedding should full my days.
This coming weekend will be the Janna-Charow, since Sabera hates 'Indian Traditions', it's just going to be house people...Luqmaans brother and his family will be coming down since they haven't met Sabera yet.
Good thing its a small function, I can't exactly find anything comfortable to wear. I don't know when they going to have the Nikkah but I guess I shall have to wear a tent for the Walima!
On our way back from Port Shepstone we stopped to visit Imraan's parents. It's so weird going there, our room doesn't feel like 'our room' anymore though we read esha there.
I looked around it amazed how my perspective had changed in such a short time.
Even though we visited for a short time, it was so nice to see Sumaya, I really miss that bond we had.
Shireens pregnant again and very excited. She's already complaining about aches and pains and can barely keep up with the twins now.
My MiL spoke excitedly about her up coming trip, she is going to Dubai for two weeks with all her sisters, her brother and his wife. She promised me lots of gifts but I told her not to worry, she should just go enjoy herself.
" Jaa-Ja, my kushi is to spend on you'll...if I don't spoil you'll I won't be happy, no no...I heard about all the souks there, Il look for nice nice things.", She said.
" Jee, but it's not cheap there.", I said. Her open generosity was making me uncomfortable, our family was quite big, I didn't want her to feel like I expected gifts. It would be difficult for Mil to buy a ton of things for all of us, though I am sure my Fil would give her a generous allowance.
We left after a light tea and I was just falling asleep in the car when I heard Imraan say, " I gave mummy some spending money from our side for herself, about R10 000."
Ahhh...it was my husbands generosity that she was flaunting, now that made more sense, I could sleep easy.
Saturday 22 November 2014
Part 55: wedding bells
The trip to Port Shepstone was uneventful. I remember the last trip we made after Ramadaan back when we just found out we were pregnant.
Sabera looked absolutely stunning for her meeting with Luqmaan. She wore a simple but lovely knee-length top with jeans and her scarf and shoes just tied the outfit together. She looked stunning but no different from the way she dresses usually. I was so glad she didn't try to make herself into something she isn't.
Luqmaan wore jeans and a shirt tucked in, in a very smart casual look that suited him perfectly. I could already think of him as a 'brother', he looked very intimidated when he created Ahmed which was funny because Luqmaan was a year older than Ahmed, but Ahmed had that effect on people.
I couldn't help but notice that Luqmaan was wearing a shirt that was the exact shade of grey that Sabera loves, her room curtains were the very same colour. I wonder if it was a coincidence or he panned that.
My mother went all out for the visit and made a million little eats for them. I felt very privileged that even though I was technically from the "boys side", it was my parents home so nobody raised eyebrows when I heaped my plate multiple times and whacked lashings of chutney's.
Dadi kept saying, "kaah...kaah..." and eat I did!
When Sabera and Luqmaan came back from their brief chat, they looked like deer and doe caught in headlights. My heart went all melty...
This looked like a done deal but ofcorse Luqmaan left with a question he would have to wait for the answer too.
As soon as they left, Ahmed, Imraan and I turned to torment Sabera but she was way smarter than that...she rushed of to her room saying she had istikara to make.
Imraan and I had decided that we would spend the rest of the weekend with my parents. So I am totally looking forward to full share of spoiling. Ofcorse I am suddenly feeling for everything.
Sabera looked absolutely stunning for her meeting with Luqmaan. She wore a simple but lovely knee-length top with jeans and her scarf and shoes just tied the outfit together. She looked stunning but no different from the way she dresses usually. I was so glad she didn't try to make herself into something she isn't.
Luqmaan wore jeans and a shirt tucked in, in a very smart casual look that suited him perfectly. I could already think of him as a 'brother', he looked very intimidated when he created Ahmed which was funny because Luqmaan was a year older than Ahmed, but Ahmed had that effect on people.
I couldn't help but notice that Luqmaan was wearing a shirt that was the exact shade of grey that Sabera loves, her room curtains were the very same colour. I wonder if it was a coincidence or he panned that.
My mother went all out for the visit and made a million little eats for them. I felt very privileged that even though I was technically from the "boys side", it was my parents home so nobody raised eyebrows when I heaped my plate multiple times and whacked lashings of chutney's.
Dadi kept saying, "kaah...kaah..." and eat I did!
When Sabera and Luqmaan came back from their brief chat, they looked like deer and doe caught in headlights. My heart went all melty...
This looked like a done deal but ofcorse Luqmaan left with a question he would have to wait for the answer too.
As soon as they left, Ahmed, Imraan and I turned to torment Sabera but she was way smarter than that...she rushed of to her room saying she had istikara to make.
Imraan and I had decided that we would spend the rest of the weekend with my parents. So I am totally looking forward to full share of spoiling. Ofcorse I am suddenly feeling for everything.
Wednesday 19 November 2014
Part 54: Imraan makes a proposal
My family's visit was so good. I went out of my way to prepare for them but ofcorse my mother and Dadi came with a wagon worth of prepared meals to stock my freezer and fridge.
"now my wife won't cook for me for months!", Imraan said when he saw the loot.
"I'm surprised she cooks at all!", Sabera chimed in.
"Oh, we'll see what kind of a housewife you make!", I shot back at her
"I will be a kept women", Sabera sighed, pretending to study her manicure..." Besides, Dadi said she'll come once a week to cook for me!"
"Ja-Ja, tharu maathu!", Dadi retorted, eyeballing Sabera with disapproval.
My mother just shook her head at us as she helped me tidy up after lunch.
I made tea for us and then the four of us sat down for panchaat as my father went of with Imraan to inspect something in the garden.
I could see why my mother was so concerned about my Dad, he really looked tired and drained out. My mamagee had scheduled him for an ECG and a check up with a physician. My father was playing delay tactics.
As we sat and chatted about this and that, various members of the family and the latest in Muslim fashion, my father and Imraan came back in...both of them had a strange look on their faces.
We all looked at them waiting for them to speak...my father sat down and cleared his throat ... Then he stirred the cup of tea my mother had poured for him. The tension was thick.
I couldn't begin to imagine what was so serious but I had a small clue from the way Imraan kept glancing at Sabera.
Finally my father spoke.
"Imraan has made a proposal of sorts...", he said gravely.
What! My mother, Sabera and Dadi looked at him so confused.
I giggled at my fathers choice of words.
Imraan had mentioned to me that his friend Luqmaan had been asking about Sabera recently, ever since he saw her a few months ago when he bumped into us the weekend of Nasreen's baby shower.
Sabera too, had confided in me that he had invited her on Facebook as a friend.
My father explained to the three that Imraan had asked if it is okay for Luqmaan and his dad to come up to Port Shepstone to see Sabera.
Since Luqmaans mum had past away not to long ago and his brother lived in Johannesburg, Imraan and I would accompany them.
Even though Sabera had seemed chilled about the Facebook invite, I wasn't sure how she would react to the proposal. However, one look at her face said it all...she was red red red like a tomato...not from anger though! My sister was blushing!!!!!
I smiled across at Imraan as Sabera nodded her head at my father, telling him its okay for Luqmaan to come home.
My father smiled as my mother hugged her, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
We all kind of had a feeling that " this was it" for Sabera. It was a bitter sweet moment.
"now my wife won't cook for me for months!", Imraan said when he saw the loot.
"I'm surprised she cooks at all!", Sabera chimed in.
"Oh, we'll see what kind of a housewife you make!", I shot back at her
"I will be a kept women", Sabera sighed, pretending to study her manicure..." Besides, Dadi said she'll come once a week to cook for me!"
"Ja-Ja, tharu maathu!", Dadi retorted, eyeballing Sabera with disapproval.
My mother just shook her head at us as she helped me tidy up after lunch.
I made tea for us and then the four of us sat down for panchaat as my father went of with Imraan to inspect something in the garden.
I could see why my mother was so concerned about my Dad, he really looked tired and drained out. My mamagee had scheduled him for an ECG and a check up with a physician. My father was playing delay tactics.
As we sat and chatted about this and that, various members of the family and the latest in Muslim fashion, my father and Imraan came back in...both of them had a strange look on their faces.
We all looked at them waiting for them to speak...my father sat down and cleared his throat ... Then he stirred the cup of tea my mother had poured for him. The tension was thick.
I couldn't begin to imagine what was so serious but I had a small clue from the way Imraan kept glancing at Sabera.
Finally my father spoke.
"Imraan has made a proposal of sorts...", he said gravely.
What! My mother, Sabera and Dadi looked at him so confused.
I giggled at my fathers choice of words.
Imraan had mentioned to me that his friend Luqmaan had been asking about Sabera recently, ever since he saw her a few months ago when he bumped into us the weekend of Nasreen's baby shower.
Sabera too, had confided in me that he had invited her on Facebook as a friend.
My father explained to the three that Imraan had asked if it is okay for Luqmaan and his dad to come up to Port Shepstone to see Sabera.
Since Luqmaans mum had past away not to long ago and his brother lived in Johannesburg, Imraan and I would accompany them.
Even though Sabera had seemed chilled about the Facebook invite, I wasn't sure how she would react to the proposal. However, one look at her face said it all...she was red red red like a tomato...not from anger though! My sister was blushing!!!!!
I smiled across at Imraan as Sabera nodded her head at my father, telling him its okay for Luqmaan to come home.
My father smiled as my mother hugged her, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
We all kind of had a feeling that " this was it" for Sabera. It was a bitter sweet moment.
Monday 17 November 2014
Part 53: Dodged a bullet...
After I calmed down on Saturday night, we managed to have a beautiful date under the stars.
Imraan and I spoke about everything and life has more or less settled down into a happy routine.
Now that Imraan isn't working crazy hours, we can spend more time together and enjoy the last few months of our pregnancy. I can't believe that in 2 months we will be a family if four!
I changed my hospital booking to a hospital here to make life easier for us.
We spent yesterday exploring midmar dam and even took a short drive to the quaint little town of Nottingham Road. Imraan has booked us a weekend away at Midlands saddle and trout that I am really looking forward to.
But before that, we will be hosting my family and ofcorse there is that proposal ambush my mother has planned for Sabera. I don't think my mother is very good at deception though, because Sabera called me today, in a panic.
"Fatima! You have to help me stop mummy from inviting those people from coming to see me!!!", she practically yelled into the phone.
I didn't even get to ask her how she found out about it because she was off on another tangent.
"You remember my friend Serisha?...", Sabera asked.
"-yes! The one that's engaged to a Muslim boy?", I replied...remembering Sabera's pretty friend who came home for iftaar every night one Ramadaan, a scarf neatly perched on her head. She had explained that she had met a Muslim boy and they were going to get married , so she was practicing from now. That was years ago...what did she have to do with any of this!
" well yes! She's pregnant...-", Sabera said.
" oh wow, that's great, how far along is she? You didn't tell me she got married, did she marry the same guy?..", I said excitedly.
" she didn't! Fatima pay attention!!", Sabera said, impatiently.
"She didn't marry him, he never even introduced her to his family...he just kept promising that soon has his finished with his studies. She believed him because he was doing hifiz etc. Then she fell pregnant and when she told him he got very angry and said she was trying to trap him and he never wanted to see her again!", Sabera said in a rush.
Omw...i was shocked! Why was Sabera telling me all this but.
"Fatima, this is the same guy mummy wants me to meet.", Sabera finished with a sigh.
" Whaaaaaaaaaat!", I gasped, horrified.
Shoh! No wonder Sabera was so against it. The cheek of this boy, to string along a sweet girl, promising her the world and using her...and then dropping her to save your own reputation. No regard for her, her future and the child you fathered....and then, find a nice innocent girl to marry, who is non the wiser of your past! The story made me sick!
I told Sabera not to worry, I would sort it out. Later I called my mother and told her Imraan and I weren't willing to host these people because we have heard some very unflattering things. My mother sounded very annoyed over my vague excuse but since it is our home, she couldn't push it. She did start stressing over what to tell the family so I suggested that she let Gori Foi, as the go between, to deal with it.
My mother called me back very late last night to tell me that a friend of hers was visiting and she confided in her about the dilemma over the proposal...some how, tue story about Serisha had reached this lady's ears and my mother was both shocked and grateful that we had managed to call off the meeting.
Dodged a bullet there...
Imraan and I spoke about everything and life has more or less settled down into a happy routine.
Now that Imraan isn't working crazy hours, we can spend more time together and enjoy the last few months of our pregnancy. I can't believe that in 2 months we will be a family if four!
I changed my hospital booking to a hospital here to make life easier for us.
We spent yesterday exploring midmar dam and even took a short drive to the quaint little town of Nottingham Road. Imraan has booked us a weekend away at Midlands saddle and trout that I am really looking forward to.
But before that, we will be hosting my family and ofcorse there is that proposal ambush my mother has planned for Sabera. I don't think my mother is very good at deception though, because Sabera called me today, in a panic.
"Fatima! You have to help me stop mummy from inviting those people from coming to see me!!!", she practically yelled into the phone.
I didn't even get to ask her how she found out about it because she was off on another tangent.
"You remember my friend Serisha?...", Sabera asked.
"-yes! The one that's engaged to a Muslim boy?", I replied...remembering Sabera's pretty friend who came home for iftaar every night one Ramadaan, a scarf neatly perched on her head. She had explained that she had met a Muslim boy and they were going to get married , so she was practicing from now. That was years ago...what did she have to do with any of this!
" well yes! She's pregnant...-", Sabera said.
" oh wow, that's great, how far along is she? You didn't tell me she got married, did she marry the same guy?..", I said excitedly.
" she didn't! Fatima pay attention!!", Sabera said, impatiently.
"She didn't marry him, he never even introduced her to his family...he just kept promising that soon has his finished with his studies. She believed him because he was doing hifiz etc. Then she fell pregnant and when she told him he got very angry and said she was trying to trap him and he never wanted to see her again!", Sabera said in a rush.
Omw...i was shocked! Why was Sabera telling me all this but.
"Fatima, this is the same guy mummy wants me to meet.", Sabera finished with a sigh.
" Whaaaaaaaaaat!", I gasped, horrified.
Shoh! No wonder Sabera was so against it. The cheek of this boy, to string along a sweet girl, promising her the world and using her...and then dropping her to save your own reputation. No regard for her, her future and the child you fathered....and then, find a nice innocent girl to marry, who is non the wiser of your past! The story made me sick!
I told Sabera not to worry, I would sort it out. Later I called my mother and told her Imraan and I weren't willing to host these people because we have heard some very unflattering things. My mother sounded very annoyed over my vague excuse but since it is our home, she couldn't push it. She did start stressing over what to tell the family so I suggested that she let Gori Foi, as the go between, to deal with it.
My mother called me back very late last night to tell me that a friend of hers was visiting and she confided in her about the dilemma over the proposal...some how, tue story about Serisha had reached this lady's ears and my mother was both shocked and grateful that we had managed to call off the meeting.
Dodged a bullet there...
Saturday 15 November 2014
Part 52: Snot, tears and moonlight
Imraan sent me a text message after lunch today, it said: " get ready tonight...a date under the stars...dress to impress...its only for our eyes!"
I was so surprised to receive the message, I immediately tried to call him but it just rang till voicemail. I decided to play along, we really needed these 'dates', but were could we go where it would be just us! PMB isn't that big!
I decided to play it safe...I wore a low cut short dress with thights, I did my hair up into a high bun and glammed it up with a tiara clip and diamond earings, I put full make up on too, unfortunately I couldn't wear heels so I wore a very pretty, strappy sandal....then I wore an abayaa and scarf over!
This way, I was dressed to be out in public but if Imraan truly had a "just the two of us date" planned, then I just had to remove the abayaa and scarf! Perfectoo!
When Imraan picked me up, I was so excited... I paid attention while he was driving to try and figure out where we were heading...funny thing is...it looked like we were heading back to his office!! I hope I was wrong...there is nothing romantic about going to his office building!
I tried to keep up with the conversation as we drove but we just seem to get closer and closer to .... The Office!!!!
Imraan parked and turned to look at me, the excitement in his eyes was clear...excited about what!!!!! He spent all his time here and now he brings me HERE for a date too!!!!
Imraan laughed at the look on my face, he pulled out an airline eye cover from his pocket and told me to put it on...i almost growled at him...what kind of surprise was this! I couldn't keep the look of annoyance of my face...
"what are we doing here, Imraan!", I demanded.
" trust me babe, its not what you think, I promise.", Imraan said
Well what choice did I have! Once in the lift Imraan gave me the blindfold to wear. I looked at it skeptically.
"you sure that's a good idea? Im pretty wobbly anyway, I would be a hazard blinded", I said.
" Don't worry, I'll be your eyes.", Imraan said laughing.
I was really questioning his thought process...a surprise date at his office? Blindfolding his very pregnant wife? Imraan's insane!!
I reluctantly slipped on the blindfold and within seconds the lift launched upward, I grabbed the rail to steady myself, Imraan placed a reassuring hand on my arm. I felt the lift come to a halt and the door slid open, I blast of cool air greeted me...it didn't smell like a stuffy office.
As Imraan guided me out of the lift I got the sense that I wasn't indoors anymore.
"you can take out the blindfold.", Imraan whispered.
I took of the cover and slowly opened my eyes...the sight made my breath catch!
Imraan slipped his hand into mine and lifted it to his lips...he kissed it and looked into my surprised eyes...a slow smile lingered on his lips..."Surprise!", he said.
I laughed...i couldn't help it...i just laughed.
I laughed at my earlier reservations and annoyance...at my hesitation. I laughed at Imraan, his boyishness, his secrecy. I laughed...and it felt so good.
It was like a release of all the tension from the last few weeks, all the emotions...
And then, my laughter turned to tears...
There I stood, on the roof garden of the office building. The night sky was a decadent dark blue that looked almost black...the stars twinkles above me. Lit candles were placed here and there, the flames swaying in the gentle breeze, and there I stood, crying!
The tears poured out of me, not sweet gentle ones...No! These were hot, snotty, hiccup tears, running rivers down my face, spoiling my makeup.
I stood crying my eyes out as I looked at the beautiful set up of scattered cusions and lanterns on a soft green blanket. The picnic basket and bucket of ice that was chilling our drinks...the fancy tableware and the bouquet of roses...
Imraan had planned the perfect, romantic, private date...and I was thanking him as if I was at a funeral!!
My sweet sweet husband, just wrapped me in a tight embrace, till my tears came to an end...
I was so surprised to receive the message, I immediately tried to call him but it just rang till voicemail. I decided to play along, we really needed these 'dates', but were could we go where it would be just us! PMB isn't that big!
I decided to play it safe...I wore a low cut short dress with thights, I did my hair up into a high bun and glammed it up with a tiara clip and diamond earings, I put full make up on too, unfortunately I couldn't wear heels so I wore a very pretty, strappy sandal....then I wore an abayaa and scarf over!
This way, I was dressed to be out in public but if Imraan truly had a "just the two of us date" planned, then I just had to remove the abayaa and scarf! Perfectoo!
When Imraan picked me up, I was so excited... I paid attention while he was driving to try and figure out where we were heading...funny thing is...it looked like we were heading back to his office!! I hope I was wrong...there is nothing romantic about going to his office building!
I tried to keep up with the conversation as we drove but we just seem to get closer and closer to .... The Office!!!!
Imraan parked and turned to look at me, the excitement in his eyes was clear...excited about what!!!!! He spent all his time here and now he brings me HERE for a date too!!!!
Imraan laughed at the look on my face, he pulled out an airline eye cover from his pocket and told me to put it on...i almost growled at him...what kind of surprise was this! I couldn't keep the look of annoyance of my face...
"what are we doing here, Imraan!", I demanded.
" trust me babe, its not what you think, I promise.", Imraan said
Well what choice did I have! Once in the lift Imraan gave me the blindfold to wear. I looked at it skeptically.
"you sure that's a good idea? Im pretty wobbly anyway, I would be a hazard blinded", I said.
" Don't worry, I'll be your eyes.", Imraan said laughing.
I was really questioning his thought process...a surprise date at his office? Blindfolding his very pregnant wife? Imraan's insane!!
I reluctantly slipped on the blindfold and within seconds the lift launched upward, I grabbed the rail to steady myself, Imraan placed a reassuring hand on my arm. I felt the lift come to a halt and the door slid open, I blast of cool air greeted me...it didn't smell like a stuffy office.
As Imraan guided me out of the lift I got the sense that I wasn't indoors anymore.
"you can take out the blindfold.", Imraan whispered.
I took of the cover and slowly opened my eyes...the sight made my breath catch!
Imraan slipped his hand into mine and lifted it to his lips...he kissed it and looked into my surprised eyes...a slow smile lingered on his lips..."Surprise!", he said.
I laughed...i couldn't help it...i just laughed.
I laughed at my earlier reservations and annoyance...at my hesitation. I laughed at Imraan, his boyishness, his secrecy. I laughed...and it felt so good.
It was like a release of all the tension from the last few weeks, all the emotions...
And then, my laughter turned to tears...
There I stood, on the roof garden of the office building. The night sky was a decadent dark blue that looked almost black...the stars twinkles above me. Lit candles were placed here and there, the flames swaying in the gentle breeze, and there I stood, crying!
The tears poured out of me, not sweet gentle ones...No! These were hot, snotty, hiccup tears, running rivers down my face, spoiling my makeup.
I stood crying my eyes out as I looked at the beautiful set up of scattered cusions and lanterns on a soft green blanket. The picnic basket and bucket of ice that was chilling our drinks...the fancy tableware and the bouquet of roses...
Imraan had planned the perfect, romantic, private date...and I was thanking him as if I was at a funeral!!
My sweet sweet husband, just wrapped me in a tight embrace, till my tears came to an end...
Wednesday 12 November 2014
Part 51: Matchmaking and ambushing
My mother called me back to tell me the real reason she called!
Gori Foi had phoned to say her say that her neighbour was looking for a 'nice girl' for her son.
"Ettlo haro pooiro che!, kurta, beard ne hando!", Gori foi had said to mummy.
So the lovely boy wants to meet Sabera.
Sabera however, is just not interested!
Mummy said that after much persuasion Sabera had relented and agreed to atleast meet him, she even got curious about his name and surname and mummy had thought she was finally coming around. Then all of a sudden she flew of the handle and changed her mind. She was refusing to meet him.
Mummy and Gori Foi decided that telling the boys family not to come now was just rude, so they arranged for them to meet at my home!
Sabers is going to be furious! I begged mummy not to put me in the middle of this. My mother somehow talked me into agreeing and I just had a nasty feeling.
My mother thinks Sabera is just being difficult, this boy was from a respected family, he was a hafiz, he is an accountant and already has a job...in my mothers eyes, it was already a match.
Once I got of the phone with my mother, I too was thinking that no harm could come from them just meeting. Nobody was asking Sabera to marry him on the spot, or even like him...but she could at least meet him.
Imraan didn't like my mothers sneaky idea about ambushing Sabera into meeting this guy. Imraan felt like Sabera probably had a good reason to refuse...
"A good reason like what!", I challenged him.
" like maybe she already has somebody else in her life or on her mind.", Imraan suggested.
WHAT!!!!
How could Imraan even suggest that!
I was so mad at him.
He smiled slyly..." Maybe her big sister thought her a thing or too...!", he winked.
I couldn't help but laugh!
"Well, if it doesn't work out with this guy, there is somebody I would like to introduce her too...", Imraan said offhandedly.
Whaaaaat! Who?!;!
Imraan that monkey...he just winked again and left for work.
Gori Foi had phoned to say her say that her neighbour was looking for a 'nice girl' for her son.
"Ettlo haro pooiro che!, kurta, beard ne hando!", Gori foi had said to mummy.
So the lovely boy wants to meet Sabera.
Sabera however, is just not interested!
Mummy said that after much persuasion Sabera had relented and agreed to atleast meet him, she even got curious about his name and surname and mummy had thought she was finally coming around. Then all of a sudden she flew of the handle and changed her mind. She was refusing to meet him.
Mummy and Gori Foi decided that telling the boys family not to come now was just rude, so they arranged for them to meet at my home!
Sabers is going to be furious! I begged mummy not to put me in the middle of this. My mother somehow talked me into agreeing and I just had a nasty feeling.
My mother thinks Sabera is just being difficult, this boy was from a respected family, he was a hafiz, he is an accountant and already has a job...in my mothers eyes, it was already a match.
Once I got of the phone with my mother, I too was thinking that no harm could come from them just meeting. Nobody was asking Sabera to marry him on the spot, or even like him...but she could at least meet him.
Imraan didn't like my mothers sneaky idea about ambushing Sabera into meeting this guy. Imraan felt like Sabera probably had a good reason to refuse...
"A good reason like what!", I challenged him.
" like maybe she already has somebody else in her life or on her mind.", Imraan suggested.
WHAT!!!!
How could Imraan even suggest that!
I was so mad at him.
He smiled slyly..." Maybe her big sister thought her a thing or too...!", he winked.
I couldn't help but laugh!
"Well, if it doesn't work out with this guy, there is somebody I would like to introduce her too...", Imraan said offhandedly.
Whaaaaat! Who?!;!
Imraan that monkey...he just winked again and left for work.
Monday 10 November 2014
Part 50: Errands and Excuses
As hard as Imraan and I have been trying, we seemed to be getting lost in the whole humdrum of life. It seems as if little things are making huge spaces between us.
I have been so focused on setting up home and Imraan is very busy with work, I between all that was MiLs drop -in and now my Gori Foi is acting up.
When we moved to PMB I didn't think that my Aunty would decide that we her new taxi drivers. She phones me every fee days with some errand or the other.
"Fatima bethi, can you please give me lift to the hair salon, so many days I never dye my hair."
"Salaam Likum Fati, how you! You know that fabric shop down their on church street, must tell me if you going that side, no hurry hurry, I just want to get some material before the sale finishes."
"Fatima, when you get a chance must take me to the dress maker."
Argh!!! Im pregnant, I hate driving around in the heat. Im also not familiar with the streets and Gori Fois directions are just terrible!!
" Turn over there!"
"go back go back!"
"little bit more"
" next to the black car is the driveway"
It was way to stressful so I started making excuses, doctors appointments...dentist...gyni...vomiting...leg cramps...stomach pains...anything I could think of!
I must have over did it abit coz my mother called last night, her voice full of worry!
" Fatima are you okay batchoo?"
" Jee I am fine mummy."
" you sure? I just spoke to Gori Foi now and she says you always feeling sick and going to the doctors."
I felt so guilty, good thing my mother couldn't see my red face through the phone!
" if you want me to come stay with you for a few days, just let me know!"
I felt horrible now, my mother didn't need the stress, my dad wasn't feeling well and mummy was taken a strain because of it.
" no no mummy, I'm okay I promise. Sometimes I just make things more dramatic because Gori Foi always needs a lift here and there", I finally admited
"What!!! She's using you to take her around! In your condition! I'll tell Dadi about this", my mother fumed
Oh-0, now I was really causing it.
"Mummy stop fussing, I'm fine really...hows daddy?"
My mother heaved a huge sigh and I immediately felt her worry stress as she spoke about my fathers lack of energy, chest pains and stubbornness. He was still refusing to go to the doctor!
My mother said she was thinking of inviting mamagee up for lunch on Sunday so he could by the way talk some sense into my father and perhaps check him out!
"He still wants ghee rotis and oily oily achaar, Fatima!", my mother said sounding so upset.
I got of the phone feeling horrible, I decided I really needed to go visit my parents soon.
As luck would have it...they decided to come to see me.
I have been so focused on setting up home and Imraan is very busy with work, I between all that was MiLs drop -in and now my Gori Foi is acting up.
When we moved to PMB I didn't think that my Aunty would decide that we her new taxi drivers. She phones me every fee days with some errand or the other.
"Fatima bethi, can you please give me lift to the hair salon, so many days I never dye my hair."
"Salaam Likum Fati, how you! You know that fabric shop down their on church street, must tell me if you going that side, no hurry hurry, I just want to get some material before the sale finishes."
"Fatima, when you get a chance must take me to the dress maker."
Argh!!! Im pregnant, I hate driving around in the heat. Im also not familiar with the streets and Gori Fois directions are just terrible!!
" Turn over there!"
"go back go back!"
"little bit more"
" next to the black car is the driveway"
It was way to stressful so I started making excuses, doctors appointments...dentist...gyni...vomiting...leg cramps...stomach pains...anything I could think of!
I must have over did it abit coz my mother called last night, her voice full of worry!
" Fatima are you okay batchoo?"
" Jee I am fine mummy."
" you sure? I just spoke to Gori Foi now and she says you always feeling sick and going to the doctors."
I felt so guilty, good thing my mother couldn't see my red face through the phone!
" if you want me to come stay with you for a few days, just let me know!"
I felt horrible now, my mother didn't need the stress, my dad wasn't feeling well and mummy was taken a strain because of it.
" no no mummy, I'm okay I promise. Sometimes I just make things more dramatic because Gori Foi always needs a lift here and there", I finally admited
"What!!! She's using you to take her around! In your condition! I'll tell Dadi about this", my mother fumed
Oh-0, now I was really causing it.
"Mummy stop fussing, I'm fine really...hows daddy?"
My mother heaved a huge sigh and I immediately felt her worry stress as she spoke about my fathers lack of energy, chest pains and stubbornness. He was still refusing to go to the doctor!
My mother said she was thinking of inviting mamagee up for lunch on Sunday so he could by the way talk some sense into my father and perhaps check him out!
"He still wants ghee rotis and oily oily achaar, Fatima!", my mother said sounding so upset.
I got of the phone feeling horrible, I decided I really needed to go visit my parents soon.
As luck would have it...they decided to come to see me.
Apologies
The blog didn't update automatically and I only realized that now.
I will post manually in a moment.
Sorry guys!
I will post manually in a moment.
Sorry guys!
Wednesday 5 November 2014
Part 49:Point Taken
Pregnancy brain really got me for a six, after fajr I had explained to Imraan how I had mixed up the dates and he couldn't believe it.
We had such a lovely date night last night. We went to a really nice restaurant for supper and a drive through the empty streets afterwards as we chatted and laughed. It was so good to spend time with him like that.
Imraan assured me that things would settle down soon for him at work and we would have more time together. I was glad.
I tried to explain to Imraan how annoyed I was that his mother had rearranged the kitchen to suit herself but he didn't understand. He said she was only trying to help and I can just put it right when she was gone, no big deal.
Today Shireen and Bilal drove up to fetch MiL since her friend had decided to stay in PMB for a few more days, while everybody was eating lunch I asked the twins to go to the garage and see if the want to set some of Imraan's tools right for him. Imraan is very fussy about his tools, he has a special cabinet for them that he made himself and everything is neatly organized.
I watched at the twins reset all the containers of screws and nuts and bolts according to the lid colours and then mixed up the star and flat screwdrivers. I was more than happy for their "help" and directed them out before they caused to much of a ruckus.
So tonight after supper I asked Imraan to please screw on the hinge that had come of the cupboard door...his shout of irritation from the garage when he discovered his neatly arranged tools had, me laughing.
I tried to keep a straight face as Imraan came back demanding to know what happen to his tool cabinet...
" oh, the twins...they were just trying to help...you can just rearrange it now,they gone.."
Imraan looked like he was going to explode!!!
He must off caught my hard to hide grin because his face suddenly changed as the penny dropped.
'Point taken', he muttered as he back walked out of the kitchen, " Il speak to my mum".
" Thanks!", I replied with a smug look...
"oh and Imraan...dont forget to fix that door for me!"
"Humph!", was the only reply followed by the jingle of the tools....
We had such a lovely date night last night. We went to a really nice restaurant for supper and a drive through the empty streets afterwards as we chatted and laughed. It was so good to spend time with him like that.
Imraan assured me that things would settle down soon for him at work and we would have more time together. I was glad.
I tried to explain to Imraan how annoyed I was that his mother had rearranged the kitchen to suit herself but he didn't understand. He said she was only trying to help and I can just put it right when she was gone, no big deal.
Today Shireen and Bilal drove up to fetch MiL since her friend had decided to stay in PMB for a few more days, while everybody was eating lunch I asked the twins to go to the garage and see if the want to set some of Imraan's tools right for him. Imraan is very fussy about his tools, he has a special cabinet for them that he made himself and everything is neatly organized.
I watched at the twins reset all the containers of screws and nuts and bolts according to the lid colours and then mixed up the star and flat screwdrivers. I was more than happy for their "help" and directed them out before they caused to much of a ruckus.
So tonight after supper I asked Imraan to please screw on the hinge that had come of the cupboard door...his shout of irritation from the garage when he discovered his neatly arranged tools had, me laughing.
I tried to keep a straight face as Imraan came back demanding to know what happen to his tool cabinet...
" oh, the twins...they were just trying to help...you can just rearrange it now,they gone.."
Imraan looked like he was going to explode!!!
He must off caught my hard to hide grin because his face suddenly changed as the penny dropped.
'Point taken', he muttered as he back walked out of the kitchen, " Il speak to my mum".
" Thanks!", I replied with a smug look...
"oh and Imraan...dont forget to fix that door for me!"
"Humph!", was the only reply followed by the jingle of the tools....
Monday 3 November 2014
Announcement: Schedule Change
Hi,
The wait is over...Fatima and her panchaat are back!!!! Thank you for your patience.
Unfortunately, I can't write fast enough due to time constraints and other commitments so all her drama and dandaas will come to you on Monday-Wednesday and Saturday mornings at 9am.
Don't miss it!
Ree!
The wait is over...Fatima and her panchaat are back!!!! Thank you for your patience.
Unfortunately, I can't write fast enough due to time constraints and other commitments so all her drama and dandaas will come to you on Monday-Wednesday and Saturday mornings at 9am.
Don't miss it!
Ree!
Part 48: Trouble in Paradise
I quickly pressed the button to open the gate to allow my MiL in. I had no idea she was coming for a visit today. She and my FiL had already come to 'see' the place when we first moved. Maybe she had told Imraan and he forgot to tell me.
Imraan has been so busy with work, I barely see him. He flies out the door, grabbing his breakfast as he goes. Most nights he calls to say he will be late, not to wait up for him. I try to stay positive about it but I do get lonely, I barely know anybody in PMB except my Gori Foi and her husband, and quiet frankly, she works on my nerves now days!
My MiL started talking as soon as she saw me, clearly not offended by the incident.
" Fatima Barbie! Salaam Alikum, I'm so lucky to get a lift here today. You know my friend fazila, from the corner house, yah she told me she was coming up today because her DiL went into labour, Shukaar Alhumdulliah, I said let me just jump in with her, atleast I can come help you here. Look at taqdeer, who knew I will be here today!"
Oh boy....there goes my relaxing bubble bath. Serves me right for thinking that I was 'lonely'.
I shouldn't have stressed about playing hostess, my MiL made herself right at home. She changed from wedge clogs to champals and switched the kettle on. Once she had her tea she looked towards the stove, her brow frowning...
" Fatima Barbie, areh areh, no pots on the stove? It's 2 o' clock already, what time you going to start cooking?"
I just sighed...maybe it was pregnancy hormones or maybe I was just over tired, but I really wasn't in the mood for my MiLs dramatics today. I should have just let Elie chase her away!!!!
" No Ma, Imraan's taking me out for supper tonight", I said.
Imraan was feeling guilty about how little time we had spent together over the last few weeks since we moved, so to make up for it, he decided we would do a date night. I was seriously thinking of canceling it now. I was exhausted and this impromptu visit from his mother, wasn't helping either.
As I watched her scanning my kitchen with her critical eyes, I found myself seething. I decided I needed a time-out, I excused myself to take a shower.
When I came back my MiL was busy arranging canisters on the counter. I decided to ignore her and go read Quraan and get ready for my date with Imraan.
By half five I was really hungry, I was tired of all my MiL stories too. I actually envied Elie as she got her stuff together to leave. I wondered when MiL will be leaving so I casualy asked her if her friends DiL had had her baby.
"No no, she is still in labour, shame man. Fazila phoned to say she can't go back to Durban tonight. Luckily I carried spare set clothes. You see, must always be prepared!". My MiL said.
My patience was really thin today, I found myself fuming! Not only did my MiL drop in unannounced but now she just decided to stay overnight aswell. She wasn't even
apologizing ! She knew Imraan and I were planning to go out too.
Being six months pregnant in the heat wasn't doing me any favours. I was moody and the stress of moving, settling in and adjusting to Imraan's new schedule, was all taking a toll on me.
I decided to breath in and out and try to calm down. It helped abit.
An hour later I was still waiting for Imraan, I was really hungry now and debated whether to have a sandwich or just wait. I tried Imraan's phone but it just rang. I didn't want to have something to eat if he was just a few minutes away and then be too full to enjoy my supper.
Half an hour later, I gave up. I made a sandwich for me and one for MiL, we ate in near silence. After we were done I tried Imraan's phone again, it went straight to voicemail. I sighed and slipped of my shoes, either he was very busy and delayed or he completely forgot our plans, either way, I was sick of waiting. I made him a sandwich too and left it in the micro.
MiL saw my mood and decided to make excuses for him. I excused myself and went to bed.
I heard Imraan coming in late that night, as he got into bed he whispered, "everything alright?", I hmmmmed in reply...
"Oki, don't forget, tomorrow is our date night", Imraan said as he kissed me goodnight.
I sneaked a peep at my cellphone...sure enough, I had my dates mixed up! Argh!
Imraan has been so busy with work, I barely see him. He flies out the door, grabbing his breakfast as he goes. Most nights he calls to say he will be late, not to wait up for him. I try to stay positive about it but I do get lonely, I barely know anybody in PMB except my Gori Foi and her husband, and quiet frankly, she works on my nerves now days!
My MiL started talking as soon as she saw me, clearly not offended by the incident.
" Fatima Barbie! Salaam Alikum, I'm so lucky to get a lift here today. You know my friend fazila, from the corner house, yah she told me she was coming up today because her DiL went into labour, Shukaar Alhumdulliah, I said let me just jump in with her, atleast I can come help you here. Look at taqdeer, who knew I will be here today!"
Oh boy....there goes my relaxing bubble bath. Serves me right for thinking that I was 'lonely'.
I shouldn't have stressed about playing hostess, my MiL made herself right at home. She changed from wedge clogs to champals and switched the kettle on. Once she had her tea she looked towards the stove, her brow frowning...
" Fatima Barbie, areh areh, no pots on the stove? It's 2 o' clock already, what time you going to start cooking?"
I just sighed...maybe it was pregnancy hormones or maybe I was just over tired, but I really wasn't in the mood for my MiLs dramatics today. I should have just let Elie chase her away!!!!
" No Ma, Imraan's taking me out for supper tonight", I said.
Imraan was feeling guilty about how little time we had spent together over the last few weeks since we moved, so to make up for it, he decided we would do a date night. I was seriously thinking of canceling it now. I was exhausted and this impromptu visit from his mother, wasn't helping either.
As I watched her scanning my kitchen with her critical eyes, I found myself seething. I decided I needed a time-out, I excused myself to take a shower.
When I came back my MiL was busy arranging canisters on the counter. I decided to ignore her and go read Quraan and get ready for my date with Imraan.
By half five I was really hungry, I was tired of all my MiL stories too. I actually envied Elie as she got her stuff together to leave. I wondered when MiL will be leaving so I casualy asked her if her friends DiL had had her baby.
"No no, she is still in labour, shame man. Fazila phoned to say she can't go back to Durban tonight. Luckily I carried spare set clothes. You see, must always be prepared!". My MiL said.
My patience was really thin today, I found myself fuming! Not only did my MiL drop in unannounced but now she just decided to stay overnight aswell. She wasn't even
apologizing ! She knew Imraan and I were planning to go out too.
Being six months pregnant in the heat wasn't doing me any favours. I was moody and the stress of moving, settling in and adjusting to Imraan's new schedule, was all taking a toll on me.
I decided to breath in and out and try to calm down. It helped abit.
An hour later I was still waiting for Imraan, I was really hungry now and debated whether to have a sandwich or just wait. I tried Imraan's phone but it just rang. I didn't want to have something to eat if he was just a few minutes away and then be too full to enjoy my supper.
Half an hour later, I gave up. I made a sandwich for me and one for MiL, we ate in near silence. After we were done I tried Imraan's phone again, it went straight to voicemail. I sighed and slipped of my shoes, either he was very busy and delayed or he completely forgot our plans, either way, I was sick of waiting. I made him a sandwich too and left it in the micro.
MiL saw my mood and decided to make excuses for him. I excused myself and went to bed.
I heard Imraan coming in late that night, as he got into bed he whispered, "everything alright?", I hmmmmed in reply...
"Oki, don't forget, tomorrow is our date night", Imraan said as he kissed me goodnight.
I sneaked a peep at my cellphone...sure enough, I had my dates mixed up! Argh!
Saturday 1 November 2014
Part 47: Settling in...
The shrill ringing of the intercom buzzer made me jump. I had been daydreaming as I finished up in the kitchen.
My kitchen was finally organized and fully functional and I was so proud. The kitchen is the heart of the home after all.
I was so pleased with my shiny new appliances, I couldn't stop admiring them. Imraan hadn't spared any cost, he obligingly paid for all my whims and fancies, Alhumdulliah. I was thrilled with the end result.
We were slowly putting our home together and surprisingly in such a short time we had achieved so much. There was still loads to do though, the kitchen was the first room to be completely done.
Now I am going to concentrate on our bedroom and bathroom, both were completely functional so it's just the special finishing touches left.
I sighed happily as I put the last spice bottle in the rack...ahh perfect!
The insistent buzzer went of again, immediately annoying me!
Argh...Now what!!!
When the previous owner, Aunty Fatima, had said to expect a few 'service providers', I had assumed she ment a Gardner or roof cleaner, I wasn't prepared for the crazy...
First was the mealie lady...she came that first Monday, pressing the intercom to tell me "your mealies GoGo"
"my mealies! Err no thanks!" niether Imraan nor I were very fond of mealies.
She pressed the buzzer again to say "aww GoGo, but you always take the mealies!"
I tried to explain to her over the intercom that I wasn't GoGo but I gave up...
I sent Elie to explain to her that the house had new owners and her mealies will no longer be required.
Elie was Aunty Fatimas maid, when we bought the house, aunty Fatima asked us if we wouldn't mind keeping her as she felt bad leaving her without a job, she had been with them for the past 10 years and was completely trustworthy.
I readily agreed, I didn't want to go looking for household help in a new town. Elie proved to be a gem, she knew her work and was efficient, unfortunately she wasn't very bright.
Last week a man pressed the buzzer, when I answered he said he was selling "mops, brooms and feather dusters" I sent Elie to get me a feather duster. When she came back she didn't have any change for me, when I asked her why, she said that the man kept the change because Aunty Fatima use to give him little extra...
...little extra???!!!!
I had paid R100 for the R20 feather duster.
Oh well...
Last Saturday's buzzer business was by far the most bizarre. When I told Imraan about it he wouldn't stop laughing!
The buzzer had sounded around midmorning, by then I knew better than to hurry for it. After it went off a few times I decided to get it. I pressed the botton saying "hello"
The reply came...."Chicken fat, bones, anything!"
Say what! I was so shocked, why would Aunty Fatima be buying those things from a house to house seller!
Elie saw my expression and said, " the mama comes to get chicken fat and bones from Madaam every week"
Ooooooh!
So I held down the button again and said, "sorry nothing!"
The buzzer sounded immediately!
" haibo madam! I come from so far!"
I honestly didn't have anything so I gave Elie some canned food and biscuits to give the mama and tell her that the owners had moved.
Shew...these buzzer people were really starting to bother me.
So that's why I was trying to ignore the buzzer today, I didn't want to deal with anymore bizarre stuff. I hoped the person would get the message and move on.
But it seemed this person was determined to finish the batteries maybe, the buzzer continued shrilly.
Elie!!!!, I called out.
"yes madam", she said
" Go see who that is and tell them to go away!", I said annoyed.
I heard Elie through the open kitchen window as she went towards the gate and called out, "Madam said GO AWAY!!!"
And the reply came, " Tell madam its her Mother-in-law!!!"
O.M.W...
Now what!!!!!
My kitchen was finally organized and fully functional and I was so proud. The kitchen is the heart of the home after all.
I was so pleased with my shiny new appliances, I couldn't stop admiring them. Imraan hadn't spared any cost, he obligingly paid for all my whims and fancies, Alhumdulliah. I was thrilled with the end result.
We were slowly putting our home together and surprisingly in such a short time we had achieved so much. There was still loads to do though, the kitchen was the first room to be completely done.
Now I am going to concentrate on our bedroom and bathroom, both were completely functional so it's just the special finishing touches left.
I sighed happily as I put the last spice bottle in the rack...ahh perfect!
The insistent buzzer went of again, immediately annoying me!
Argh...Now what!!!
When the previous owner, Aunty Fatima, had said to expect a few 'service providers', I had assumed she ment a Gardner or roof cleaner, I wasn't prepared for the crazy...
First was the mealie lady...she came that first Monday, pressing the intercom to tell me "your mealies GoGo"
"my mealies! Err no thanks!" niether Imraan nor I were very fond of mealies.
She pressed the buzzer again to say "aww GoGo, but you always take the mealies!"
I tried to explain to her over the intercom that I wasn't GoGo but I gave up...
I sent Elie to explain to her that the house had new owners and her mealies will no longer be required.
Elie was Aunty Fatimas maid, when we bought the house, aunty Fatima asked us if we wouldn't mind keeping her as she felt bad leaving her without a job, she had been with them for the past 10 years and was completely trustworthy.
I readily agreed, I didn't want to go looking for household help in a new town. Elie proved to be a gem, she knew her work and was efficient, unfortunately she wasn't very bright.
Last week a man pressed the buzzer, when I answered he said he was selling "mops, brooms and feather dusters" I sent Elie to get me a feather duster. When she came back she didn't have any change for me, when I asked her why, she said that the man kept the change because Aunty Fatima use to give him little extra...
...little extra???!!!!
I had paid R100 for the R20 feather duster.
Oh well...
Last Saturday's buzzer business was by far the most bizarre. When I told Imraan about it he wouldn't stop laughing!
The buzzer had sounded around midmorning, by then I knew better than to hurry for it. After it went off a few times I decided to get it. I pressed the botton saying "hello"
The reply came...."Chicken fat, bones, anything!"
Say what! I was so shocked, why would Aunty Fatima be buying those things from a house to house seller!
Elie saw my expression and said, " the mama comes to get chicken fat and bones from Madaam every week"
Ooooooh!
So I held down the button again and said, "sorry nothing!"
The buzzer sounded immediately!
" haibo madam! I come from so far!"
I honestly didn't have anything so I gave Elie some canned food and biscuits to give the mama and tell her that the owners had moved.
Shew...these buzzer people were really starting to bother me.
So that's why I was trying to ignore the buzzer today, I didn't want to deal with anymore bizarre stuff. I hoped the person would get the message and move on.
But it seemed this person was determined to finish the batteries maybe, the buzzer continued shrilly.
Elie!!!!, I called out.
"yes madam", she said
" Go see who that is and tell them to go away!", I said annoyed.
I heard Elie through the open kitchen window as she went towards the gate and called out, "Madam said GO AWAY!!!"
And the reply came, " Tell madam its her Mother-in-law!!!"
O.M.W...
Now what!!!!!
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