Well, excuse us please

The husband and I have been going over to his aunt's for tahlil (prayer session). And everytime the few of our family members are about to get started with it, we get people coming over to visit. It's been three days but they are still getting a steady stream of visitors who have just heard about nenek passing on. Nenek used to live in the kampong (village) and had many neighbours who became friends who became as close as relatives.

So, some of them were quite miffed that they were not told earlier about her passing away. And for some strange reasons, the duty of telling all and sundry fell upon the husband's shoulders. Not that he knew it was his duty, in the middle of working through the paperwork at the hospital and notifying the relevant authorities and family members.

Anyways, last night at the aunt's, we got a visit from a family friend who came over and proceeded to tell everyone how upset he was that he couldn't see nenek for the last time because the husband didn't call him. I was thisclose to telling him off.

Yes, it was totally the husband's fault for not calling you, dear elderly family friend. Never mind the husband was totally devastated because the woman who cared for him when he was just a young boy and spent every school holiday with, have just died, and that he has only last seen you, dear long lost family friend, perhaps 11 moons ago which makes you not really top-of-mind in his state of grief. Never mind he was busy calling CLOSE family members near and far to tell THEM about the death. It was still his fault for not calling you. (You can picture me flipping him the birdie now).

But because I have been taught really well by my parents to show respect for the elderly and I didn't want to embarrass the husband and his siblings, I only had that telling-off in my head. Yeah, I know. Boo hoo. But I swear, some people need to have lessons/reminders in adab and need to realise that the bloody world does not revolve around them.