Kantoi

Something funny but serious happened yesterday. I usually buy cloths and bring them home, hide them for a while before I sort them out with B. Kira beli dulu cakap kemudian la. Yesterday. Just right after I bought a huge amount of tops (they are on salee! and the fact that my tummy has a life of its own, baju yang muat 2 hari lepas hari ni dah tak muat, am not kidding seriously) I hid them at one corner of my closet. Deep corner. I swear I am gonna tell B after that. But something unexpected happened. While I was arranging hangers in my closet, the bar fell off, and I cried help from B.

" Banyak sangat dah baju ni, tu la berat" he said while combing my clothes towards the 'deep corner'

"Apa ni plastik banyak2 ni?" T_____________T

"Baju la, SALE! memang nk bagitau pun..." was my standard answer

And he kept telling me I am kantoi, kantoi, kantoi after that. Haha.

Moral of the story:

1.Never hide anything from your husband or mother.

2.Telling after you've done it is totally different from asking for permission, TET!! haha

Red circle: The spot where I hide my things. Guilty!

I wish I have this kind of dressing table/divider/closet/wallpaper in my room!