He is my king

Its Sunday again. I love Sundays. Sundays are the days I get my ME-TIME. I love ME-TIME. It is the only day I have the chance to go on a very important date. A date with myself. This is the kind of date I look forward to. The date where I can run around the house in my underwear, I don't have to brush my hair or put on make-up. The date I can be who I am.

But...This Sunday..This Sunday, I can't do all that. Because....................................

"Darling! It is 7.00 a.m. It is not good for a young lady to sleep in this late after sunrise! Come on. Get up!"

Nope..Not this Sunday. This Sunday, my mum is in town. She is staying with me for the day. She has a doctor's appointment on Monday, so she decided to crash at my place and have an "exciting and fun-filled girls day off Sunday!" So she flew in last night.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mum with every bit and piece of my heart, but when I am nagged at 29 years old, especially when I am sleepy, on my day off, things get really messed up.

"Honey! Come on! It is almost 7.30 a.m! Oh God! What am I to do with this girl? What is going to happen if I marry you off? Your in-laws are going to think bad about my upbringing! Why are you doing this to me..." and bla bla bla...

"OKAY! I am up. Happy now? Geez! Get a grip of yourself mum!" I violently sit up and throw the covers on the bed and storm past her to the bathroom.

"Oh! Good honey! Come down soon. I am making you breakfast!", she said cheerfully.

I turned and looked at her. What the hell? Was that like a mission for her? A mission to just get me out of bed???

I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and shut the bathroom door.

By the time I came down for breakfast, I was expecting it to be 8.30 a.m. or so. But what do you know...It is 7!!! My mum did it again!

I can't believe this woman! She woke me up at 6.30 and said it was 7! Unbelievable!

"Honey. I would like to talk to you". She began...

My heart stopped. Oh God...Not this again.. Nothing good ever comes by starting a conversation with that sentence. This would only mean she is going to talk about my love life, my job, or my fat ass.

Taking a deep breath in, I was getting mentally prepared for it. "Don't loose your temper..Don't. She is your mother, and she means well. Accept her views...Don't argue.Keep calm" I repeated to myself.

Taking a sip from her coffee, she began.

"Well darling. You are 29 this year......"

Shit. Not about this! This is definitely about my marriage.

"And you need a partner, honey. Someone who would always be there for you. Someone who accepts you just the way you are..Somebody to keep you company every time you are alone. I want to see that. I want to see you happy. ALWAYS. Somebody who can keep you warm when it is cold. A good listener."

She paused. Examining my expression.

I just sat there on the small glass table, chewing on my sandwich.

She leaned on the kitchen counter. Expecting for my response.

"Imm..hmm..." I nodded. Still chewing on my sandwich.

She proceeded with caution.
"Anyway, Aunty Suzanne introduced this nice boy at her daughter's wedding. He is 32. A lawyer. You will definitely like him. He is smart, witty. A sure win!"

I rolled my eyes and got off my chair fast. She knew she lost me here.

And the conversation went on...

Me: "Mum! You know I am in a relationship now. He is my king. You know that very well."

Mum: Lia, You can't honestly expect me to take you seriously. You must be out of your mind. You can't get married!"

Me: Why can't you just accept it? I am happy being this way. You told me, you want to see me happy ALWAYS. When I am with him, I am ALWAYS happy. Everytime I see him, I SMILE, mum. I smile with joy and happiness! He is the one for me. He is always there for me. He keeps me warm from the inside. He doesn't care if I put on extra weight. He loves me just the way I am. He is a great listener. I don't have to tell him anything..He just knows..What more could I ask for?

Mum grabs a packet of peas and smacks me on the back.

Mum: Get a grip Lia. You can't have a relationship with King!

Me: And why is that?

Mum: Stop it Lia. I will not take this sarcasm any longer.

Shit. She slams the mug on the table and walks off angrily. Crying.

"Mum....mum..I am sorry..." I hate to make her cry. I really do.

She sat on the couch. Sniffing. and crying.

"I just want you to be happy. To have a family. You can't start a family with him."

"I'm sorry mum.I was just joking", I sat next to her and hugged her.

"Of course he doesn't mind if you put on the extra weight. He is the reason why you get so fat anyway. Keeping you warm from the inside... Chea..With all that fat he is giving you. Obviously he keeps you warm, especially in that fat bum bum." She said.

I laughed so hard. I nearly peed in my pants.

"Hahahaha....So, shall we meet him for lunch?" I teased.

"Hell no. You can have your Burger King whenever you want and spoil your health. I don't want to be a part of it."

I laughed and looked at my mum. I realized how hurt she felt.

"Mum. Let's meet this lawyer. If he wins an argument with me. I will marry him".