All the Masalaa of joint-family living...

A fictional story related as a leaked online diary in the voice of a contemporary,young, South African Guji wife...

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Part 16:From Best to worst...

I was still feeling terrible about the way MiL made Dadi feel regarding her outfit for the function so I asked Imraan if we could take Dadi shopping to get her some stuff she may need, he loved the idea and said we should do that this afternoon.

Because Imraan worked through his two hour lunch break throughout Ramadaan, he had plenty of leave hours stocked up now for him to do extend his lunch break when he needed too.
Like tomorrow, we have an appointment with the Gyni and it is at 1pm, Imraan is on lunch so we will go together and he already requested an extension so we have no rush.

I told Dadi we want to take her to buy some things she may need for the function 'incase' any nice Nana's are there.
She was so excited! "You'll want to take me mall? Real mall? Not china mall?"
I laughed!" G Dadi, we'll go to Gateway Oki?, there's enough shops and variety..."
"areh baapre baap, haatchi waat? nobody takes a dhoohi like me to Gateway, rooj mana maan tai, o jawa, lookor handa mani ke ooh booh doohi Cho, o taakhi jaahe. Rooj mana Game City jaayche. kayne kayne...whoo karai."1

Ag man...why do we treat the old in our families like lepers'...

MiL was very, very busy today, I got the impression that we were expecting guest but she didn't mention who, when I told her Imraan and I would be taking Dadi to do some shopping because I had a short day at school, she actually seemed relieved, she didn't even try to hide it. She looked at me with such glee, as if I was the best DiL in the world!

We took Dadi to every 'healthy shoes' shop till she found a pair that she liked and was comfortable in. After we were done, we made our way to a stationery shop so I could browse and stock up on some school supply's...you can never have enough, right!
I found an amazing pregnancy calendar to record all the little milestones, it came with cute stickers for 'first ultrasound','heard your heartbeat', 'im getting huge', 'felt you move'...etc.
I just had to buy it! 
Dadi meantime, showed up with two teddy bears, one pink and one blue...i laughed at her and told her she'll have to wait till baby comes before she knows which to get...she said, "I already know...BOTH!"...

I just smiled at her and put them back. She showed me an embroidery kit she found to make one piece every month that would eventually turn into a quilt..."Booh sastoo sastoo, only R14,95..." I tried to explain that it was a monthly thing, the first set would be cheap and then each month it got more and more expensive, but I decided not too, she seemed so excited and a hobby would be good for her, I checked the subscription details at the back and took it to Imraan, he agreed we should pay the lump sum subscription and have each installment delivered to us monthly, so we could give it to her.

Once I was done with my purchase we visited too many electronic and clothes stores, without even realizing it, time had flown and it was too late for Imraan to drop us home and make it back to the office and then back to Umhlanga for a meeting with a client. We pondered what to do, and then decided that Dadi and I would wait for him to be done with his work and go home later, Dadi was adamant that she wasn't tied and as long as she could read Asr and Magrib it was no problem, I took her to the Jamaat Khanaa while Imraan made the necessary calls to his office to inform them of his change in plans. 
After Asr, Dadi and I remained in the JK while Imraan went to his meeting, he said he'd meet us back for supper at a seafood restaurant because Dadi loved 'feeesh'.

I put my phone on silent and Dadi read yaseen and 'all her dua's' while I read Surah Yusuf and Surah Mariam. 

After Magrib Dadi and I met Imraan again and we enjoyed a lovely meal. Dadi was starting to look tired but she also looked happy and relaxed, it was obvious she was enjoying herself and once again I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. 
She scoffed at my prawns saying she can't believe I eat them and I insisted she try...but she refused, I was trilled that I was tolerating seafood.

Straight after supper we went home, little tired and weary but no worse for wear.
However, what awaited us...wasn't a sight for sore eyes!

My MiL was furious! "Where were you'll! I tried your phones so many times, just ringing and ringing!" Oh-0, I had forgotten mine on silent and Imraan's had been off because of his meeting.
However, I couldn't understand why MiL was so angry...worried I get, but angry?

"Shaabir Papa came all the way for supper, how it looked that you'll weren't here!"...MiL fumed. "I went out of my way to invite them coz they couldn't make it for Eid, I prepared whole day, and you'll let me down like this." she was almost in tears...
I still couldn't understand why it was such a huge deal...
"they wanted to take Dadi home with them too, but she wasn't here and we couldn't get hold of you'll...imagine how they feel, all the way from stanger for nothing!" MiL went on...
"Ma you never even told us we having visitors.", Imraan said.
" Your Fatima told me you'll going to buy few things in your lunch break...how must I know your lunch break starts at Zohar and finishes' Esha wakaat", MiL was not taking any excuses today...
And then the main reason dropped...
" Now Dadi is stuck here for who knows how long!..all because of you two!", MiL exploded...
"All my hard work for nothing..."

Ah, and just like that, I became the worst DiL ever for trying to do something nice...but MiL didn't see the kind of example she was setting for Sumaya, Shireen and I.


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  1. oh my word, for true? nobody takes an old lady like me, i usually feel like going but everybody says im so old i will end up getting tired. i only go to Game City, nevermind but, what can i do.

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