Menantu hantu vs Menantu bantu

I married my husband in 1996. At first i didn't feel comfortable. Of course new family, new surrounding and new culture. i wore faded jeans and t-shirt at that time. To me, my husband must accept me as who i was. Only in December 2013, after returning from umroh , i stopped wearing jeans and not only jeans, i stopped wearing long pants. Until now, i don't feel to wear them anymore. No forcing from my husband or my in laws, none. Early marriage, i was not satisfied with a few things in Kelantan but whenever i told my husband about it , he didn't like to hear. Then i noticed that my husband adores his family, especially his mother. Whenever i treated his family well, my husband would smile and bought something that i loved. His happiness actually comes from his family. Then i promise to myself no more comments about his family. His family is my family, his parents are my parents. When his family had problem, i also tried to help. I am the youngest in my family whereas my husband is the eldest. By marrying my husband, i have three handsome younger brothers and a lovely younger sister. My life is complete. What else do I need? Don't be menantu hantu ( bad daughter in law) ok, be menantu bantu ( helpful daughter in law).