Definisi Cinta dalam Keluarga

Apakah agaknya definisi CINTA yang ditafsirkan oleh Isteri, Suami dan Anak? Mari kita kongsi bersama.

Definisi Cinta oleh Isteri:

Setiap isteri memerlukan cinta suami. Rasa cinta ini perlu diluahkan juga sekali-sekala dengan kata-kata lemah lembut dan manis, walaupun sudah ditunjukkan dengan perbuatan. Rasa cinta ini juga membolehkan si isteri atau ibu berkorban apa sahaja demi suami dan anak-anaknya, walaupun dibatasi dengan tenaga dan akal fikiran yang lemah, berbanding lelaki.Cinta itu dieja oleh isteri dengan C.I.N.T.A.

Definisi Cinta oleh Suami:

Ramai yang berpendapat, yang paling utama bagi suami ialah hubungan kelamin. Namun, itu tidak 100 peratus benar. Setiap suami, yang paling utama ditagih daripada isteri dan ahli keluarganya ialah rasa hormat. Biar tinggi mana kedudukan isteri, atau biarlah suami berada di pihak yang salah. Mereka lebih gemar dihormati terlebih dahulu sebelum mengakui kesalahan mereka. Contohnya, apabila pertengkaran berlaku antara suami dan isteri, walaupun isteri di pihak yang benar dan suami sebaliknya, adalah lebih baik sekiranya isteri mengalah terlebih dahulu, menenangkan hati suami, sebelum memperjelaskan apa yang perlu. Begitulah rasa hormat itu boleh diterbitkan, daripada sama-sama meninggi suara demi mempertahankan pendirian masing-masing. Rasa tidak dihormati ini bakal mengundang situasi yang lebih memudaratkan.Cinta dieja oleh suami dengan H.O.R.M.A.T.

Definisi Cinta oleh Anak daripada Ibubapa:

Anak-anak walau diberi limpah harta benda dan wang ringgit, tetap tidak akan merasa nikmat cinta ibubapa sekiranya tidak diluangkan masa bersama mereka. Namun, tidak bererti ibubapa tidak perlu berusaha keras untuk memenuhi keperluan material mereka. Ada petua yang mengatakan bahawa anak-anak yang dihantar oleh ibu atau bapanya ke sekolah, akan lebih berjaya. Kata-kata yang diluahkan juga perlu mengambil kira hati dan perasaan mereka yang teramat sensitif dan memberi kesan mendalam terutamanya jika diluahkan oleh ibubapa mereka.Oleh itu, cinta dieja oleh anak-anak dengan M.A.S.A.

Posting on behalf of Ira9094

Gulai Lemak Pucuk Labu

The dark clouds hang low over the eastern sky. They have been gathering there for a couple of weeks now but the long awaited rain is still nowhere to be seen. The weather forecaster simply reads; 'Light shower is expected here and there in late afternoon' ... very unconvincing. Sometimes I think we have become too secular that we refer to the weather as quoted by the weather forecast. Perhaps I would feel more comfortable if it reads; Light shower is expected in the late afternoon, InsyaAllah... (I wonder if there was weather forecast on UAE or Suadi's tvs?, and whether they say InsyaAllah)

On ANZAC day I sacrificed my warmth 3-layered doonas with the freezing cold wind in my backyard. The 'light shower' was finally here. The late summer rain which brought some hailstorms into Canberra in February has turned my backyard into a savanna grassland (We sometimes imagine that our 2 cats are a leopard and a panther) Something good did happen though. Some pumpkin seedlings sprouted out of my compos. They grow lush and wild. It's too late for pumpkin but I let it grow anyway, hoping that I could pick up the shoots and make 'gulai lemak pucuk labu'. ...Hemmm... Gulai Lemak Pucuk Labu.

I'm also watching my 2 survival pumpkins growing bigger by the days. My very first pumpkins since I was 10 growing up on the rich soil of Tanjung Karang where anything you throw out of the window would turn into sweet juicy fruits or vegetables six months later (of course, discounting my red Johnson shoe or my kekabu doll handsewn by mum thrown out of the window by my big brother) I thought my mum cooked the best gulai lemak pucuk labu. Why shouldn't she? We had fresh coconut, organic pumpkin and pumpkin shoots.

I thought my mum was the best cook in the world until I went down south to live with some 300 or so girls from different parts of the country. That was when my taste buds started going haywire. Sometimes we had this meeting with our caretaker whom we called "matron". She was quite scary. Somehow, it was my first introduction to 'democracy'. During these meetings we got to elect our dorm committee, supper-room and dining committee etc. We could also voice out our grievances. Some seniors complained that the fried chicken tasted like plastic and the uniforms we sent to the laundry were shrunk and too crisp they cut our arm pits. I did not bother much about these meetings though, as I ate whatever was served and I looked forward particularly to the Wednesday lunch menu - nasi putih, gulai lemak pucuk labu, anak selar goreng and sambal tumis ikan bilis or telur . Yummm.....

Snip,snap,snip, snap.... I cut off the pumpkin shoots and throw them into my laundry basket. Ouch... they are too prickly, aren't they? How the hell did those 'makciks' in our hostel kitchen cook 'gulai lemak pucuk labu' for 300 young girls? Kak Zai said, 'You roll it between your palms'... ouch, ouch...OUCH!!!!!For the last 2 days the pumpkin shoots lay dead in my laundry basket. Like the rain, my gulai lemak pucuk labu is no where to be seen. Perhaps, I too should adjust my taste buds accordingly. Roast pumpkin and barbeque ribs or buttery pumpkin soup would do.

Whatever.

However, I shall remain,

Yours truly,
Maklabu

*posted on behalf of Maklabu