mommy

Oh my Gawd, I tell you one thing, above all those people you need to trust (mostly about your date) you've gotta trust your parents more. And by that means you gotta trust them even more than how you trust your sweetie, no matter how much they seem so beautiful and precious and blah blah. And I MEAN it, you get me?
Okay, I'm about to share my experience. My mom didn't like this guy I fell for and had a relationship with. First I thought because she preferred me to be with my previous ex. But I didn't care; life seems so heavenly when you were in love people, but watch out, you're not supposed to be living in heaven yet. Hang on still, later on, I found out that not only my mom who was in a silent dislike of my relationship (okay, maybe not silent, but I really did never listen, which is like my biggest mistake ever) but also my grandma. I did have a lot of, ugh, sorta arguments with them. Not only did I try my best to cover up what they might not like from him but also cried like many times that I got fed up with that. I was thinking that; come on, you know nothing bout my guy, mom, I know everything about him. Luckily I had my auntie in my back; she was sure that I couldn't be that wrong in choosing a guy. And don't make me look like a total parent's disappointment; I did try to tell him that we were in need to do something to make him look good in my parents' eyes and get approval. But okay maybe we didn't do enough, no matter how hard I was pushing it all up. Okay but then lately my auntie came long away from being supporter to being a participant of my mom's say-no-to-that-of-my-relationship party. Odd, they were welcoming towards guys, you know. But I still didn't care, and I just walked away with him. 
Theeeen, troubles came, from the simplest one till the harsh ones, had it all. And it was like, maintaining our relationship was the least thing to do. But we went on anyway. Until at a time, we broke up. But then, we
were back together again. And then...
We broke up again, and he kindly said to me what was behind these all. Won't tell you what had happened, won't tell you who, won't tell you what bad things we actually had done behind each other's back. Just
telling you that, it was bad. Way bad. And your mom, surprisingly, was right.
Terribly right.
Now I'm having a little bit traumatic syndrome, of not listening to my parents. They really do know better.
So I talked to my mom, and we laughed. It was like all those tears I spent arguing with her (for something I can say, a waste), all those depression I thought she burdened me with, all the yells and every bad time I'd gone through with my mom my grandma and my auntie was gone in an instant. 
All gone, after looking at her beautiful face, smiling to me, talking about guys so peacefully, something I never did for months. And there she said; 
'tapi kalo yang sekarang, mama seneng,'
and we laughed again :))


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