"Mom, what are you....?? How did you....?" I stuttered in surprise that my mom actually knew what I was doing. Because last time she'd promised that she won't keep eyes on me anymore. But still it seems like she knows about it then it means that she's been keeping an eye on me.
"Sweetheart, you didn't possibly think that you'll do whatever you want and I won't know anything, right?" she said over the phone.
"Mom, you promised!!!" I let out impulsively.
"Sweetheart, forget about those. And just tell me when do we need to be there? There are preparations you see!! And on top of that you are my most favorite child. Opps!! Don't let your sister hear it. Anyways she always says that I love you more", I'm pretty sure that my mom had pouted when she said it. That's just how my mom is..!! Very free minded and she doesn't really care about anything as long as it's about me.
"So, what I was saying is, there are preparation that needs to be done. You are getting married after all. I've been planning for this day ever since you were born. I almost can't believe that you are already old enough to get married. My baby, time passed so fast, didn't it?" my mom said feeling nostalgic.
Actually she didn't lie either. Ever since my birth all she ever wanted was for me to have a normal life but staying within my comfort zone. She would fight the world for me, shielding me from the world. To think they have been the most important personalities throughout my growth. Actually both my parents are biased when it comes to their children. My mom is openly biased towards me. My dad is also biased towards me but he doesn't show it that much least my sister feels hurt.
"Mom actually... They don't know that I've parents", I let out these words as calmly as possible. Because I knew she needed time to process it.
"What does that mean sweetheart? What do you mean by they don't know that you have parents? What are we then?"she asked feeling hurt. I felt bad as she asked it because maybe I shouldn't have let things come so far, let things be so messed up.
"Of course, you guys are my parents. But you know how complicated our situation is!!" I tried to explain. But it didn't seem to matter as her next question came.
"Darling, are you embarrassed of us?" she asked being serious. Honestly I don't even understand how on earth did she get these types of thoughts.
"What? Of course, not mom. I couldn't possibly be more prouder", I said honestly.
"Then why?"
"The distance Mom".
"Sweetheart, if you had ever just asked us once, I would have crossed any barrier to get you. Has it ever happened that I wasn't there whenever you needed me?" she asked once again being serious. And I know she's serious, I can tell from her tone.
"No, mammam, I'm sorry. Sorry for making you upset. But mom I've a flight to catch".
"Yeah? Okay Ummm.... You... You can go. Safe travels son. Love you, miss you", this is just how my mom is. Because at the end of the day, all she ever tries to be is our mom. And nothing else matters to her comparing to me.
"Miss you too mom", I don't usually say these things because these type of confessions make me tearful.
"Sweetheart, let me see your face once", she said as she turned her camera on.
"Mom!!" I also turned on my camera.
"Look at you, you've gotten thinner. Don't you eat properly? This is why I never agreed to let you stay on your own", my mom said with concern.
But when I didn't say anything to that she added, "I miss you son. I miss you a lot. Does it hurt to communicate with us?" she complained.
"We don't have any medium mom", I said, almost pleading because this is literally the 200th times I've told her this.
"Who says? We do! Register a social media account and we'll have medium", she retorted.
Now who can make her understand that things doesn't work in this way. Our lives isn't as easy as just registering an account. Internet doesn't work in this way.
"Okay mom", either way I decided not to argue as I had to get to the airport soon.
"Seriously?? Promise?" her face lit up, as she gave one for her best smiles ever. I remember how much I used to love her these smiles when I was young. It's not that I don't love it anymore, I still love it but I don't get to see it as frequently as before.
"Yes, and just so you know the wedding is on May 1st. Goodbye Mom" I said as I handed the phone back to Mrs. Kabinson. I intentionally told her the date, didn't I?? Because no matter how childish my mom is, she's still my mom. Someone I love the most.
"Hold on son, what do you mean? Can we also come?" I heard her say from the other side of the phone as I left out of the door.
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"So you told her to come?" M asked.
"Technically I didn't. I just let her know the date", I said defensively.
"You do know that she doesn't understand what technically means", he's literally on the verge of losing his calm right now.
"I know, but imagine M, if my mom were your mom, won't you want her to come as well?" I bit my tongue as soon as the words left my mouth. I shouldn't have said it, it's almost as if opening the wounds, that took me 13 years to cover.
"So, you want your mom to come?" M choose to ignore the question as he understood that I didn't mean it to sound that way.
"I mean she's practically right. They love me a lot and it was unfair of me to not inform them", I am beyond saving now, and honestly I don't care either because now, for once I want to forget about all the complications and just enjoy my big day with the people I love.
"That's right, but... Actually, you know what? As long as you can handle everything and don't come crying to me, it's alright", he pretended as if he doesn't care about me but I know deep down he cares a lot about me. And honestly my mom isn't illiterate or stupid. It's not like she doesn't know how to behave. She's the best with people.
"But how should I bring it up to them? Do you think she'll be pissed?" I asked as this is the most important thing I'm concerned about right now.
"Won't you also be pissed if she had lied to you also at this extent?" M asked and I took a moment to think about his question. If I'm being honest he's right, if we were to change situation here then I would also be pissed in fact it would make me think about her real self. I mean I would usually think that she's approaching me with other purposes.
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"I want to tell you something", I told her.