Filed under: Anger
the story begins at 9am in the morning, when a ‘considerate’ relative called up my mother and asked whether or not ‘makcik’ [i.e, my mother] going to be at home. my mother said yes, and she prepared all the stuff for the coming guest, at around 9am.. you know what time they showed up? 4 something friggin PM..
in case you’re wondering, who the heck this relative is, she is just one of my father’s many niece [i lost count]. she is younger than my mother [well, duh!] and significantly lower in the family food-chain of putting that much importance on her coming.
bloody hell, what the fcuk is that? who the fcuk does that? [well, uh, apparently, one of my kin lah] you just don’t do that. at least have the sense to say, "kami bukan nak datang sekarang, just checking makcik ke mana2 tak.. mungkin petang kami datang.." considerate sangat lah tu kononnya telefon mak aku pagi2 buta kata nak datang beraya!
nak datang raya, datang aje lah. ko datang jauh2 pun, too bad lah if we’re not around. nak cakap macam mana? takkanlah kitorang nak duduk depan pintu menungga-nangga orang datang? have we no life? you’re the only one yang pandai beraya?
sedarlah, when you make that call, when you say you’re gonna show up, people expect you to show up. and in the spirit of the season, we actually want to celebrate you showing up. but when you pull shit like this, then macam mana? are we supposed to just senyum and buat bodoh ke? sorry, you are the bodoh one, not us.
and for cryin out loud, people, tell your friggin kids not to treat other people’s home like their own. "owh, anak i memang macam ni, suka ambik2 barang.. suka larik2.." i feel like slapping the damned kid and say "owh, i memang macam ni dengan budak2 tak makan saman, i sepak2kan aje.."
and oh yeah, selamat hari raya.
