@azunonazura: huh..menangis konon...makan ikan masak taucu 1 sen tak keluar wang!malah lauk anak aku kau kikis!jantan tak tahu malu😤#masakkansimple #tiktokmalaysia #fyp #masakdirumah #ikanmasaktaucu #ibumertuaku #pramlee #senahubi

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user7214781685090
mommy :
😁 masa nak goreng bukannye ayam tapi bila nak angkat jadi ayam la plk😂😂😂😂camne tu
2024-11-07 07:18:16
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sisazza.y
Sis Azza :
wahhh berbakat sungguh..boleh jd pelakon ni
2024-11-07 00:23:55
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rozeputih_sevenine
🤍𝕽𝖔𝖟𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖍𝟕𝟗🤍 :
Aku ingat dia mkn sirih🤣😂...lawak lah sis ni😂
2024-11-07 02:50:10
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tuchungkecalak
🌷🌱Tuchungkecalak🌷🌱 :
Fyp saja.. Aku layan saja. Malah ulang ulang😁😂😂😂
2024-11-06 23:13:56
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kasih8allah
👸puteri👸Ledang👸 :
amboii... nyonya Mansur dah mula marah2..kesian kan lah abang Kassim selamat makk😳😂😂😂
2024-11-06 18:40:22
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anggunjuwita88
AnggunJuwita :
HEBATNYA kak masak lauk tak payah pandang kuali, campak2..gaul2..tau2 siap. Power gilek. Idola😁😂🥰
2024-11-08 10:02:44
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norlizaw
@n@k b0ngSu :
adoiiii terus terbayang muka org tua tu😂dgn mimik mulut tu🤣
2024-11-07 00:20:36
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cahaya_bw
⚡️𝓒𝓪𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓪_𝓫𝔀 ✨💫 :
Amboiii, begitulah org ppuan yaaa… bebel2 pun siap jg masak 😅😅😅
2024-11-07 00:09:57
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ulfadl_
Ulfa :
Asam Jawa segitu banyak apa Ndak masam 😭
2024-12-03 12:56:38
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mekyerina03
🌼 Ryna03 🌼 :
cantik mak berkebaya 🥰😅🥰
2024-11-07 01:25:07
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anaelena364
Ana Elena 💗 :
Suka la tgk konten Zura😁
2024-11-07 01:02:39
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siddharta.ben.zie
Marziah🌹 :
seronok tengok 🥰 rasa tidak bosan...malah buat kita ketawa..
2024-11-07 00:24:35
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ss5_5u
Su5 :
kena kena kak .muka ngan dialog tu mmg kena😁
2024-11-07 07:07:23
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sitinadiar
Siti Nadiar :
sentil Tu buah apa dik..😂😂memacam hal. ..hilang penat akak 😂😂😂
2024-11-07 04:18:04
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gdeenahaj61
Gdeena94 :
😂😂😂cantiq terhibur sambil masak
2024-11-07 06:05:44
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hafizerosli
Hafize Rosli 🇲🇾 🇵🇸 :
makin hari makin kelakar 😂😂
2024-11-07 01:33:32
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mimimimi6929
mimimimi69 :
Wowww betul2 menjadi ni terbaiklh 👍👍👍😊😍🥰🥰
2024-11-11 00:09:38
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riyanishallaby0
RIYANI@SHALLABY :
😂😂😂😂suka tengok
2024-11-11 14:26:54
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cendolsagat_gurun
Afiliya :
Sedapnya mak masak. 🥰
2024-11-06 17:52:26
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haslina.h5
haslina.h :
seronok tengok lovelyzura 😄
2024-11-07 00:04:42
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mahadave.empire
Mahadave Empire :
🥰Sedap
2025-01-18 11:38:56
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80sylvia
affiyah Khai :
pandai betul sis bawa watak😂😂😂😂
2025-01-14 04:01:58
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lanmankun
Lanmankun :
hebat
2024-11-25 13:33:31
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mohdfauzi000
mohdfauzi000 :
hang buat lawakkk ini Lubok mak saya,😂😂
2025-01-17 14:42:28
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lizakhoo1980
Kayangan_80 :
sedapppnyeee oii ikan masak air asam 😋
2025-01-06 13:54:20
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It wasn’t love that failed us— it was the silence you chose to keep. It was at the pit of the darkness of my own home where the walls knew more of me than you ever tried to, that I finally opened my eyes— not in anger, but in a quiet, aching clarity. Because loving you was never the mistake. Losing myself trying to soften the sharp edges of your solitude, trying to reshape my voice so it wouldn’t hurt your ears, so it would reach your heart— that’s where I disappeared. I prayed more than I spoke, hoped more than I was held, searched your eyes for the man you kept abandoning within yourself. You said I made you the problem. But I was only trying to understand what haunted you so deeply you mistook love for pressure and care for control. And when you said you could turn your love on and off like a switch— that I should try not to care— that’s when something in me broke in a way that finally made sense. Because I couldn’t. I couldn’t unlove you in silence the way you did me. I couldn’t sit through days, weeks, months of absence and call it peace. Every “are you okay?” wasn’t me begging to be chosen— it was me watching you fade, watching you lose pieces of yourself and thinking if I loved you enough maybe you’d stay. You thought I was controlling you, but I was standing at the edge of your mind’s prison reaching in, begging you to come back to yourself. I saw you. Even when you refused to look at your own reflection. And there were so many things I wanted to share— like a little girl holding a growing list of dreams in her hands, each one whispering “one day we’ll do this,” “one day we’ll go there,” “just wait until we live that moment.” I carried those “one days” like treasures in my chest, waiting for your eyes to light up with mine. But every time I turned to you— I met that distant glance, that quiet drift, that place where you disappeared while still standing right in front of me. I tried to pull you back— not for me, but for you. To keep you here, in this moment, in this life that was asking you to feel it. What I didn’t understand then was that you had already found where you felt safest— in that place where only your body remained. Where no one could see you, no one could hear you, no one could ask questions that might touch the parts of you you were trying to escape. And I know— I know it felt easier, maybe even better, than being asked if you were okay. I often wondered what happened along your journey that left you like this— loving the emptiness of emotion, finding comfort in dark skies, holding silent screams for help that weren’t meant for the world, only for the rare souls who truly cared. But how could you recognize them if you never learned what being cared for felt like? You couldn’t see that control was never what I wanted over you— only over the shadows that haunted you, that pulled you away from the man I knew you could be. But love was never meant to fight ghosts alone. And I was never meant to love someone who chose to disappear instead of stay.
It wasn’t love that failed us— it was the silence you chose to keep. It was at the pit of the darkness of my own home where the walls knew more of me than you ever tried to, that I finally opened my eyes— not in anger, but in a quiet, aching clarity. Because loving you was never the mistake. Losing myself trying to soften the sharp edges of your solitude, trying to reshape my voice so it wouldn’t hurt your ears, so it would reach your heart— that’s where I disappeared. I prayed more than I spoke, hoped more than I was held, searched your eyes for the man you kept abandoning within yourself. You said I made you the problem. But I was only trying to understand what haunted you so deeply you mistook love for pressure and care for control. And when you said you could turn your love on and off like a switch— that I should try not to care— that’s when something in me broke in a way that finally made sense. Because I couldn’t. I couldn’t unlove you in silence the way you did me. I couldn’t sit through days, weeks, months of absence and call it peace. Every “are you okay?” wasn’t me begging to be chosen— it was me watching you fade, watching you lose pieces of yourself and thinking if I loved you enough maybe you’d stay. You thought I was controlling you, but I was standing at the edge of your mind’s prison reaching in, begging you to come back to yourself. I saw you. Even when you refused to look at your own reflection. And there were so many things I wanted to share— like a little girl holding a growing list of dreams in her hands, each one whispering “one day we’ll do this,” “one day we’ll go there,” “just wait until we live that moment.” I carried those “one days” like treasures in my chest, waiting for your eyes to light up with mine. But every time I turned to you— I met that distant glance, that quiet drift, that place where you disappeared while still standing right in front of me. I tried to pull you back— not for me, but for you. To keep you here, in this moment, in this life that was asking you to feel it. What I didn’t understand then was that you had already found where you felt safest— in that place where only your body remained. Where no one could see you, no one could hear you, no one could ask questions that might touch the parts of you you were trying to escape. And I know— I know it felt easier, maybe even better, than being asked if you were okay. I often wondered what happened along your journey that left you like this— loving the emptiness of emotion, finding comfort in dark skies, holding silent screams for help that weren’t meant for the world, only for the rare souls who truly cared. But how could you recognize them if you never learned what being cared for felt like? You couldn’t see that control was never what I wanted over you— only over the shadows that haunted you, that pulled you away from the man I knew you could be. But love was never meant to fight ghosts alone. And I was never meant to love someone who chose to disappear instead of stay.

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