The One Where The Elders Are Pissed

The One Where The Elders Are Pissed

It's been so awkward this morning.  Waking up and feel so funny.  Last night, yours truly arrived back home at 2.30am (ehemm.. for 2 consequtive nights).  It was not intentionally.. honest.  Me and Cinta was in Uptown scavenging for DVDs and we were craving for Hj Samuri's delicious satay's.  And to add things worst, I'm crap at keeping my time.

We were occupied hopping from one DVD shop to another.  Shit I look at my watch.  It's almost 12.30pm and we haven't ordered our satay yet. The time seems to move so fast.  At the time we've reach S.A was already 1.30am.  Had a quick satay feast, hop in my car and I drove home.

I know by know I was in a deep shit trouble. My phone was ringing & vibrating vigorously . And I know it's coming sooner or later and I get what I deserved...  a hard smacking lecture from daddy dearest.

You've created this mess, face it like a grown adult Teddy!

He stomp into my room.  His voice was in the highest volume ever.  He was in an angry mode.  His face was full of frustation.  Guess, I got what I deserved.  I stood there, frozen in time at the edge of my bed.  It's been long that I haven't been scolded like a school girl. 

" Why are you doing this to us? We were worried about you.  You go out and came back home whenever you like?"

"It wasn't like that dad.  I'm sorry."

He continues his lecture.  About what is right and what is wrong.  And everything points out to all the wrong doings that I've comitted.

I feel so confused, I didn't feel any feelings of guilty wutsoever because to me I wasn't doing anything wrong.  I was out, get some grub and hang out. I was not wildly loose out there partying, drinking or looking for someone to fuck around.  I know where I stand.

Maybe living in a conservative typical malay family contributes to lots of things.  Such as if a girl goes home late, she will be labeled as a bitch.  Girls should NOT do this and this and this.....

I had my reasons why I was late.  I need my space.  I need someone to talk to.  I need to have intelectual conversations.  I need to be independent.  To be away from my daily routine just for a few hours. The thing is I believe in what I do.  I'm just so sorry we don't think alike anymore dad. 

"This is my LAST WARNING to you.  If you ever come home late again, I'll burn your car.  This is not a joke. Just try me. Understand!"

The last harsh word he spoke before he slams my door shut.  The loud bang makes me cry.  I was not able to think.  I'm in a condition of being a "anak derhaka" which eventually parks my name in hell.  I don't really know how to act or react right now.

Congratulations! I have hurt the hand that feeds me.  It is not something that I'm proud off. (Parental Advisory: Just don't follow my examples alright!)

How on earth I would appologise to them?  How on earth I could clear this all out?  How would I obtained their forgiveness?  My dad yes but my mom has a heart of stone.  Not that easy.  I'm just in a state of regretting that I hurt them.

I didn't get my sahur this morning and I don't feel like going down and face them early.  Just not the time.  I want to be alone.

Dear Mom & Dad,

Sorry that you have to face this at this beautiful month of Ramadhan.  I swear I never meant to hurt both of you. Please, trust me.  Sorry again from the bottom of my aching heart and tormented soul.

Daughter

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