To the world, they look like every other normal family. But who’d have thought that Rina’s husband, Ramly has a child with his own mother! Disgusted yet? Wait till I tell you what goes on behind their closed doors, as told by Rina recently.
Ramly has always been close with his mother, a mummy’s boy, as he’s the only child in the family. When we got married, he insisted on us living with his mom and dad.
I saw that as a devotion to the parents, and I admired him for that. So I didn’t mind it. After all, it’ll save us the monthly rent, right?
All of us were living under one roof, with one other little boy, who I was told was adopted as his mom longed for another child. The boy, Hafiz was about 4 years old at the time.
Ramly’s mom would cook, wash our clothes, make up our room – it was like us living in a hotel with housekeeping services. It was awesome, but it gave us no privacy at all.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated her efforts and the things she did for us, no questions asked. However, what bothered me was that at times she would insist on bathing Ramly as well, especially after his soccer games where he’d get all muddy and sweaty.
I didn’t think much of it then, I just thought that it was a mother-son ritual which they’re used to. After all, he was so ‘manja’ with his mom, so no harm there, right?
Wrong. How could I’ve been so blind? (and stupid for that matter).
Hafiz, the little boy was also doted upon by Ramly and his mom, though he wasn’t so close with his dad. Then again, Ramly’s dad always hangs out at the local kopitiam, so he wasn’t around the house much.
It was always Ramly, his mom, and Hafiz of course. He was so adorable and cute – it was hard to resist him. He reminded me so much of Ramly, although I just couldn’t put my fingers on why at the time.
Ramly would often shower his mother with expensive gifts and presents for no reason. Again, I thought nothing of it as he could afford it and would often buy them for me as well. After all, she was his mom right? Where was the harm of buying things for her?
However, there was one occasion which piqued my curiosity – it was when he bought lingerie sets online. I saw the purchase on his Internet history.
Of course, I thought it was for me, but as I waited, I didn’t get anything. So I started to monitor his phone and social media activities (read : stalk) on anything remotely resembling an affair – but there were none to be found.
Either he was great at covering his tracks, or he wasn’t having any. I didn’t dare ask his mom because I was worried she might tell him. I decided to put that aside, until I found something more concrete to confront him with.
Because of the demands of my job, I had to go out of town quite often. At the time I was at peace knowing that he’d be taken care of, living at home with his parents.
I was wrong. He was indeed being taken care of – but in a totally screwed up way.
One night, I came home earlier than expected. I was going to surprise Ramly, but I was the one who got the shock instead.
He wasn’t in our room, and his dad was on the sofa with the little boy. From the looks of it, they had been watching the telly until they fell asleep. The house was quiet, but then, I heard moaning and giggling from inside his parents’ bedroom.
Curious, I went over to check on it.
To my horror, I heard Ramly’s voice and his mom whimpering from inside the room! At that point I just went mental and banged on the door.
That woke his Dad up, and I just shouted to him that they were both in the room, doing you-know-what. Ramly opened the door and oh-my-goodness – his mom was in the lingerie set I saw, and Ramly was just in his towel!
I was dumbfounded. I was just so disgusted with the whole thing that I stormed out of the house. His dad tried to stop me asking me to calm down. I pushed him aside and went straight to my friend’s house.
What I knew afterwards made me sick to my stomach.
It turned out that little boy Hafiz was Ramly and his mom’s son.
I knew this from his Dad, who was so humiliated by me finding out that way. Ramly and his mom had always been close, but things just escalated over the years – and his dad was often away from home.
“I guess that’s when your mother-in-law started to feel so lonely that she turned her affection to Ramly, the wrong kind of love. I knew about it some years back, the same way that you did that night. But I just love them both so much, you know? And in some twisted way, the boy is both my grandson and son. I had to protect him. It would kill him if he knew the truth about his parents.”
That guy was in tears that I didn’t have the heart to ask him how on earth could he stay in such a farce for all that time. I asked him to help pack up my stuff from the house because I never wish to set foot there anymore.
Ramly didn’t even bother explaining anything when I served him the divorce papers. The whole thing was just so disgusting and sickening that I couldn’t look at him, or his mom any more.
There was a part of me that wanted to report the episode to the authorities, but another part wanted to know how on earth could that happen in their family.
But this whole (sort of) Oedipus Complex thing that went on in that family just totally blew my mind. In the end, I decided to cut all ties with them.
For more stories by Nazmie, read My Friend Was a Bridezilla – and It Almost Ruined Her Wedding, and I Was a Cougar Before I Met My Current Husband. Here Are the Do’s and Don’t’s When Dating Younger Men.