I am now walking under the orange
And I don’t want to go back home..
Basically, it’s because I need to laundry all clothes, cook dinner, tidying up, not mentioning checking the twins whether they’re home already. Argh! I deserve a light, free night, especially after hearing the shocking news about Vi’s brother.
It’s like, wow! Super wow! Double triple wow! I can’t imagine her not being the only child. She has always been the only princess and the only person who controls the house and even her parents are mostly not in the house.
I wonder what he looks like…..is he as talkative and easy-going as Vi? Is he extravagant? Does he like strawberry smoothies like Vi? is he thin? Well-built? Tan? Black?white? I just can’t stop my mind from all the questions popping through my mind.
As I pass the familiar signs that tells me I’m near to Ben & Jerry’s already, I try to form the words that I will say to ice cream guy in my mind virtually. Suddenly my cell beeps and I take it out from my pocket I see a “Mum” blinks back at me.
“Yeah Mum?”
“Sugar! Finally! I’ve tried to call you several times but they just won’t come through! So, how’s house?!” Mum asks brightly. I turn to Ben & Jerry’s and spot ice-cream guy right away, he waves at me and points an empty seat for me to sit.
“Umm, actually, I’m away since afternoon so I honestly don’t know anything about the house…” I say in a low voice.
“What?” even when she’s angry inside, her voice sounds brighter. Yeah right,
“They were in their friend’s house. Maybe they are home by now.” I hear myself say. the ice-cream guy points at a picture of New York Super Fudge Chunk Ice Cream and I shake my head. But he insists, it’s in his expression, and so he disappears to the back of the table and makes me that stress-reducing ice cream.
“Well, I want you to listen carefully, ok?” Mum’s voice warns, “You have to call home right after this call ends. And I really want you to call Dad and…could you please be home as soon as possible?”
“Err, ok, I will.” I reply.
“Good!” she says, “…no Mary, don’t put it there… ok Hun, you know what, this wedding will be a great wedding. And one thing I want you to know,
“Mum, I’m sorry, I’ll call you later, ok?”
“Ok, Sure!” Mum cheerfully replies. “Have fun, Dear!” as the phone clicks off, the ice-cream guy sits across me.
“Ok, here is you ice-cream.” He says, putting spoon on the ice cream.
“Whoa! This is too much!” I say, taking the spoon and shove the ice-cream into my mouth delightedly.
“So, what are we going to talk about?” he asks, his playful expressions lighten his eyes.
“Ok, it’s about my boyfriend, Ian. I think you knew what happened recently, the day when we first met, remember?”
“Yeah, that day when you’re so stressed out and tired and messy..”
“Messy?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Well…” he chuckles, “a little.”
“Okay.” I laugh, “so, he’s now searching for a new job, I just want to ask you whether Ben& Jerry’s need staff.”
“oh! Too bad, just this afternoon a guy was signed for a waiter. If you asked me earlier, I probably…..” he stops, “Maybe there’s one place vacant. Wait a sec.” he roots in his pocket and produces a cell phone.
“Here is my boss’s number. Maybe you just call him to know more.” He says, showing me a series of number and I quickly save it in my cell phone.
“Thanks.” I grin.
“Your welcome. So, how’s life?”
“Been better.” I scoop another spoonful of ice-cream into my mouth and let it melts inside. “Got some shocking news, Mum’s having fun in
“What is “usual typical summery stories”?” he looks at me straightly.
“The usual one, you know. You have fun but there are some changes here and there.” I say.
We continue the conversation for the next 1 hour, then I leave.
“I’m sorry, I have to leave as soon as possible. I still got tons of work to do since Mum’s away.” I say.
“Oh, okay. Sure.” He says.
“and really thank you for the ice cream.” I give him an amount of money for the ice cream and I add “Not refundable.”
He laughs and says, “Fine.”
“See you.” I say.
“See you too.”
As I open the front door, I’m not that “shock” to find the messy house inside with 3 boys wandering around the room. They’re so messy! And they’re so ignorant! Dad is wearing his apron and trying to cook something so horrifying on the pan. “Hey Honey! Where you from?” Dad asks lightly as I enter the kitchen.
“Dad! What are you cooking on the pan?!” I ask in panic. It’s not even has the criteria of a just-standard-and-basic food. It’s black, and smells like smoke.
“Sugar! You leave us in starvation! I will sue youuu!” Nathan screams from the living room, where he’s playing his PS2 with Nicho and as he says it, he even doesn’t look away from the screen.
Dad shrugs symbolically as the answer of why is he there, wearing his apron and cooks something so terrible. “I’m trying to cook that frozen pizza.”
“What!? That pizza isn’t to be put inside a pan! It’s microwavable! And dad, you’re so good at cooking pancake, why don’t you make pancakes?!” I take the pan and throw the failed pizza in the dust bin.
“I don’t think pancake is for dinner, Honey. That’d be inappropriate.” He says, taking off his apron. “Well then, I just hope you’ll cook us something really nice as your punishment for being so ignorant that you let me starve.” He winks at me and hands me the apron.
Yeah, right.
“I can’t cook!” I desperately say. “Can we just order pizza or Chinese food?”
“Sure! Anything! With your own money!” He strolls out of the kitchen and leave me standing blankly in the kitchen.
It’s good to have a clean house and nice meal. And now I fully realize what a “mother” means. She’s someone we can always look up to, especially in cleaning and cooking part. And hell knows why I don’t have even the slightest ability to do one of those things.
We ended up eating pizza that I bought with my own savings. And as we wait for the pizza, I start to fold all the newspapers and magazines and neatly place them in piles. Next, I take all the dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine. One last thing, I cook them too salty omelets due to their guy’s hunger instinct that they can’t stand.
When the pizza finally arrives, Nicho runs to the door and opens it eagerly. “Thank you, Sir! Thank you! You’re my family’s savior!” he says enthusiastically and passes the pizza guy some money. I can swear he could kneel on his knee and kisses the pizza guy’s feet with that expression if he wants to. It’s such a devoting expression.
“Ok, guys, let’s eat!”
And so, day one without Mum has passed, not so beautifully. Pretty much not like what I expected.
I wake up with a little spinning head knowing that I will have to pass this another un-mum day. I know what I should do right away, cleaning comes first, then dry cleaning, then cook breakfast, followed by taking fresh newspaper, and then ironing all clothes. Ok, that’s not hard. I can do it. I hope.
I wash my face and brush my teeth, then I walk downstairs.
Ok, plan change.
The twins have woke up, earlier than usual, which means I have to cook a fast breakfast for them. “Hey guys, why are you up this early?” I ask, yawning.
“We’ll bike race with our friends today. The one who lost will be pushed to the lake and the winner can get a free ticket to cinema.” Nathan replies.
“What? Pushed to the lake? That’s so mean!” I cry.
“No, that’s not. We’ve made a deal and we should keep it.” Nicho says in a “gentle-man” manner.
“Oh, yeah. Right.” I walk to the kitchen and buttered some toast then spread it with a nut jam. It’s the simplest possible food I can make and it’s quite delicious although it’s revolting.
After I watched the twins leave the house, I start the house chores. And yeah, it’s pretty boring. Not long after that, Dad wake up and I cook him a ham and omelet, he doesn’t complain either. After spending so much time, struggling with those clothes I have to iron, I think I should just give them to laundry service. I give up.
When it’s almost 12 noon, I get my butt up from the sofa and call Ian. It’s nice to hear his voice again.
“Hi Hon.” I greet.
“Heey!” his cheerful voice makes my heart blooms.
“Listen, yesterday I ask my friend at the ice cream shop and he gave me the number of his boss. He said maybe you should…..”
“Hold on.” He cuts in, then he speaks again, “Ok, umm, why don’t I come to your place and talk about this more?” he asks.
“Ok, sure.”
I put the phone down after saying bye and I sprint to my bathroom, take a quick shower while estimating his time to get here. His house isn’t far and he must be here in 30 minutes or less. I blow dry my hair and I put some quick make up just to freshen my look.
Just as I put down my mascara stick, the door bell rings. I grab as much newspapers and clothes my hand could handle as quickly as possible then I stuffed them in the cupboard. Then I comb my hair back before opening the door. I’m wearing my lucky yellow shirt and short pants so I know I look good.
“Hey.” I greet.
“Hey!” he greets back. He’s looking good in a loose grey jacket and casual jeans.
“Come in.” I shift to the side to let him in.
We’re silent for few seconds before he comments, “I thought your mum’s gone to
“Oh yes, she is.” I reply awkwardly. It’s weird to have him here.
“But this house is clean and tidy?” he looks around the room.
“Well, I clean them” I modestly say.
“No way!” he turns to me.
“Oh yes I do.” I proudly say.
Then he walks closer to me that I can smell his manly fragrance. “Ok, tells me about that job.” We sit on the couch and I show him the number, then he calls the number right away.
I listen to the conversation finger-crossed. I hope he can get a summer job there.
He talks businessy with a do-not-disturb-this-conversation tone. And after waiting for those nervousing minutes, he puts the phone down and looks at me, grinning “They say maybe they can put me into a branch not quite far from here.”
“Oh god!” I say in relief and automatically get up and jump to hug him. “So where is it?”
“Not far. I can go there by bus.” He replies. But weirdly, he doesn’t want to let me go from his big, loving hands.
“What?” I ask, laughing.
“Nothing. I want to hug you and not letting you go.” He says.
And we don’t know who starts first, we ended up kissing. And he reach for my shirt, pulls it off and I catch his shirt, unbuttoning it. He brings me down to the carpeted floor and God knows what happen next. Mmm..
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