I'm an aunt of two cute lil adorable niece and nephew. The older (niece) is 2 years old and the yougest (nephew) is 1 year old. I'll get the third's one soon... But it's not really important to me... because i'm not kinda close with them.... those kids were bit afraid of me because i'm fierce LOL.
If you ask me if i'd been prepared to become an aunt.. i would say NO. Because i'm still childish in heart... (my age range between my bro age are 8 years) and pretty lazy to be an aunt.
I was wondering if my bro and my sis in law were really have the excellent fertelity genes or maybe they are active in sexual intercourse (please lah i'm definitely very open ok.. hehehe) or maybe the corpulation really "sticked" the two zygote pretty strong... I don't know.. i'm just well known-ed of reproduction's theory. Why ? i'd noticed in 3 years straight, my sis in law got pregnant (i feel sorry for her hehehehe.....) .
I'm not sure what a wife feel if she's got "relapsed" (macam kasar plak bunyik nyer..) pregnancy for 7 or 8 years straight or give birth to 14 children.... maybe disasterous is it (for the wife).. or a Blessing from God ?.. Amin... (Vince !!!! take note.. engko nak anak 10 kan???)
Okay move back to the main story.... my niece and nephew were spoiled too much. I'd get angry this morning because my niece Dalia were asking for KFC Whipped Potato. That time i'm still in the bath room because i have to fetch neighbours's son Amir from kindergarden (his father is in hospital for therapy).
Dalia my niece.. i sangat sayang dia because she's cute.. but she's too spoiled...
I'd heard she screaming to my mom and rolling like someone got epilepsy... saying " Dalia want potato.. Dalia want potato... Dalia want potato.. Dalia want potato" .... While in the bathroom I fell want to count how many she say that "3 words".... but it was uncountable... because she will continue screaming until she gets the thing .
My house to KFC were around 7 km but to get there it takes 10 mins or worse because the time she was asking for it was a lunch hours... Kapar Town were heavily busy with long trailer, tank lorry, school bus, and some heavy type of lorry. Of course it makes me pissed of and yelled her "i'll called her father (my bro) to take her home"... Dalia unfortunately really scares of my bro because my bro more "garang" than me.. He is a very busy man and sometimes he gets home very late at night due to his working schedule... When the kids disturb him.. he's easily gets angry..
Dalia of course feel scared and she start screaming louder.. hehehe... i'd decided to keep quiet then .... go in the room ... get ready myself....
To get into the car is another problem.. Not only me... it also makes my dad, my bro and my sister suffered badly... all of them were "rush hour" type of people. If Dalia saw us "dressed beautifully" she will say "Dalia nak naik Car" and then she will patiently wait at the car's door until we open it for her.
If we insist to take her.. she will start "epilepsy screaming" until we obeyed her like a slave.. Example, my sister.. she (who also had married) were very worried if she come to have a lunch together with us at home (if dalia were presence at our home)... because when the time my sis have to go back to work she have to slipped out quietly so Dalia will not noticed my sis had gone.... if Dalia noticed it.. my sis have to take Dalia in the car and drive around the residential before my sis manage to leave...
The nephew, Ziyad didn't give much problem... but he also "cengeng" .. he always wants my mom or his mom carry him around... and he usually insist if my dad, me wants to carry him.... My mom say that she was thinking to be like Oshin (Japanese popular drama).... carried ziyad behind her "like kimono" suit.... because Ziyad will follow where my mom go.. even in the toilet/bathroom.. (Ziyad will wait my mom outside the toilet door).
Apparently me and my mom have to take care those two kids because my sister in law were very sick due to painful backache (disk-slipped) and my bro have to take her to hospital everyday...
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