Thank God today is the last day and Indar will be back tonight! The kid will be able to resume her normal food from tomorrow onwards.

The kid and I have been having lunch at my father’s place for the past two weeks while Indar is enjoying her home leave back to Indonesia. This has always been the normal practice and my father insists that we should go there for lunch even though Indar is not around to prepare lunch; my stepmom will do the cooking instead. Well, it is difficult to say no when I know my father is the kind of person that enjoys the company of his children and grand children.

I am not a fussy person with regards to food, however, I start getting annoyed after being to correctly predict what I am going to see on table everyday, fried brinja, fried fishcake, fried chye sim or fried fish. There are 100 other kind of food that can be found in the market, but sad to says, she never seems to realize their existence.

Fine, I have no problem eating those, but not the kid. I am really surprise that she didn’t find out anything about the kid’s diet before Indar’s departure, and hence never realize that the kid has not been eating her lunch. Well, it is hard to believe that and elderly person would expect a little toddler to enjoy eating fibrous chye sim, slimy brinja, ultra dry fried fish and expect a health conscious mom to feed the kid with fried fish cake, fried fish ball orfried fish fillet (yeah, everything fishy and fried) everyday. I guess that part has to be something to do with maternal instinct and experience, and since she has none, I should have forseen that to happen.

I am just getting a bit annoyed that I couldn’t convey my concern directly to her. It would be a painless two weeks if she is my natural mother, I could have just trash things out with her or buy all the food I like to eat and dump them into her kitchen. A typical communication problem within a household when a new member joins, just like the kind of tension we seen so often between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law.

Phew! This only last two weeks. If there is ever a next time, I would just cook and save myself from the agonies.