Part 22: Mountains out of Molehills...

On Friday afternoon I had back to back lessons. I kept checking my phone for any calls or messages from Imraan. I was so worried...

finally, just after home time I got a text message from him to say he was still in the meeting and he would see me at home later.

Argh! How vague is that...but at least he sent something. No news is better than NO news...

I stopped at the supermarket on the way home to get some weekend junk food for us, at the magazine rack I couldn't decide between two different pregnancy magazines, I went between them for over 15mins, then I felt for ice cream so I left the magazines and went back to get a tub of my favourite frozen dessert.

Back at the magazine rack, I still couldn't make up my mind..suddenly my phone started ringing, I thought it would be Imraan.

"Hi baby...", I answered.
"Hi baby yourself!", came a giggle, it was Sumaya.
" sorry, sorry, I thought you Imraan.", I apologized wondering why Sumaya was calling me.
"no problem, its nice to be called baby, Muhammad never calls me that anymore", "Anyway, just a heads up, MiL is pacing here, she thinks you forgot about supper.", Sumaya said.
"Omw! Its my turn isn't... I completely forgot Sumaya!", I said in a panic...

What on earth was I going to do...

" I thought so...don't worry, we got your back, I took out chicken for you, you can make that saucy one, sharp sharp.", Sumaya said.
" Shew, thank you...il be home in 5...", I was so grateful.

I rushed home and made my famous 3 sauce chicken, Sumaya had made a salsas and Shireen set the table quickly while I toasted garlic breads. Between the three of us we had supper ready way ahead, much to my MiLs surprise.

I was so lucky to have their help, that's the upside to joint family living, I couldn't thank them enough!

Shireen was teasing me about having a pregnancy brain, a condition of forgetfulness that is very common in pregnancy, when MiL came in...when she saw the chicken dish, she had a fit...

"Fatima! How can you make that! You know Dadi is here, she only eats tarkaree...what is she going to eat now.."

Oh-0

"aye, nevermind nevermind, Il go find something for her", my MiL said.

At supper time, much to my surprise, Dadi was the first person to reach for the saucy chicken saying how,nice and tempting it looked...to which my MiL jumped in...

"Nay nay, Ma you don't eat all that, here I got Moothia for you.."

"Ma hando kaysaki, oh pasta ne hando kaai... dhooro sauce be", Dadi said as she served herself.

Later that night, I unintentionally overheard Dadi on the phone as I passed her room,
" Khatija Bhen, yah maarah waste booh agru che...thoo nee kaabar...Kayroon Gori mara wastai waahi waahi Mootia, freezer ma kaaro...kamkaanari ne kawanu mana kawaach.

Oh-0, dadi is complaining to her daughter that MiL is taking out food fit for the maids...this can't be good...

It wasn't good at all! Her little complain created enough drama over the weekend...