This happened to be a day before my flight departure to KL on the 29th, to be exact, it happened on the 28th. Cause of it? I'm not exactly sure what caused it but I may think it's because I wanted something for a very long time already - an iPhone. Yeah, as a teenager you would want all those intense, electrifying and most probably the ultimate gadget on your hands, but this was different, I had wanted this gadget since the first release, and now its already the fifth release. So, make that like, 4 years? Give or take. So yeah, as usual, I had my old gadget on my hands, the Nokia E52, superb phone I would say. But it's time. It's been short-circuiting every time I try to type a message, make a call or worse, pick up a phone call. So yeah, I thought to myself I needed a new change of my phone.
This actually happened a long 8 months back, although not serious. Since I'm now in university, I thought that everything had to be new. Yeah, I got a new Macbook Pro, which was awesome but I still missed something. A phone that is. So after a few weeks of torture using my old trusty Nokia E52, I couldn't take it. When I went back to Labuan for my Mid-Semester break, I asked my Dad for a new phone. Guess what? He said that he will think about it when we get home. So I waited and been patient until we got home, and then I asked again, but this time, the answer was a direct "NO". Oh how painful to hear those words come out from my Dad that day I asked. So then I waited, until the 28th of December, where I couldn't take it anymore.
"The tailor is not my problem right now!", I yelled to my Mom.
"Then what is?", she asked.
"I can't withdraw any money from my ASB! Today is really spoiled!", I yelled back.
"Why would you want to withdraw money from your ASB?", Mom queried.
Ok, the story behind that line goes like this. I rarely ask things from my Dad because every time I do, he would say no. So what I did was, I made up my own conclusion that I would use my own money in the future to buy myself some goodies. I was so sick to hear all my requests being denied by my Dad. He never thought of the outcome. He never did think why I needed those things. He never thought what use would it bring to me. So yeah. I had to.
"Because there is no point in asking PAPA for stuffs. He never gives them!", I yelled. Plus, that time my younger brother was sitting in the back seat.
"What do you actually want?", again, Mom asked.
"A handphone! I've been asking PAPA for a new phone and he never bought me one! Since last semester!", like a brat, I yelled.
And so the story goes on, fighting and fighting with my Mom in the car. Arguing about this and that about life in the car. The whole car was filled with anger and stress. I know I'm already a university student and it shouldn't happen, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Tired of waiting. Tired of using a near screwed up phone.
"Just relax, I will talk to PAPA tonight and see what he will say later on. If you don't know what to do anymore and you cannot talk to PAPA already, you tell me and I will tell it to PAPA.", Mom replied confidently.
I was silent. That gave me a little hope that I could get a phone. But I never knew more stuff would happen the next day. Real stupid stuffs.
It was the next morning on the 29th, a few hours before my flight, I entered the car with my Dad alone. We were going back to our original home, from the weekend home. And then in the car...
"What is wrong with your phone?", Dad asked.
Of course, after months of kept grudge on my Dad for not getting me a new phone, he popped the question which I already told him LONG ago when I wanted to get a new phone. As if he didn't listen to my reasons before. Oh, wait. He never did. So then more fights started until we reached home. Where more fights continued. It was really really miserable for me to be put in a situation like that. Tied up, knotted and didin't know what to do. How stained my life was.
Luckily the fights stopped in time for me to get ready for my flight to KL. Mom sent me to the airport alone, Dad wasn't there, he left because he couldn't take the fights anymore. Not until I left the car and went up to the departure hall, then my mom texted me. The texts went on until I reached KL Sentral.
Honestly, with all those nagging, fights and conflicts, I still love my parents. Mom and Dad in equal. I LOVE YOU GUYS.
And at this moment, I am sitting in KL Sentral's KFC waiting for my train back to UTP at 5.35PM, when I wrote this.
Written: Thursday, 29th December 2011, 4.25PM, Malaysian Time.
P/S: The date and time is for my reference only.
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