Day 10 out of 14
It's been 10 days, I'm still alive and well, thank God for that.
Today, Abah decided to enrol me in the Mr Zaid's Ironing Class because 'How are you ever gonna have a husband?'
I think I managed to graduate with honours. Like, 5-star laundry service kind of achievement. (Abah refuses to admit that, though, but that's mainly because he's jealous, not because I perasan, of course).
4 days till Bibi comes home.
In a nutshell, after Dad's 20-minute course, I concluded that someone should really invent an automatic home-compatible ironing machine. The one that inhales your clothes, vibrate a little for a couple of milliseconds, and there you have it - a crisp pair of pants, button-down shirts, anything.
The world needs a cute auto ironing machine, I'm sure.