Hush [Semi-Active]

Ch. 21

"Hi mom." You answer your phone call. The time read 16:15 and it was the first of November. It had to have been 5 AM for her right now. Why was she up late? Maybe she's having one of those insomnia nights.

"Hey honey, your father called and told me you're going to be there another month."

"Oh, yeah. He called me a few days ago and told me that he wouldn't make it back from Jeju."

"Your father did enjoy his business than family. I hope he doesn't mess up a second time. I'd really hate to hear about him getting a divorce. He means well but he doesn't deserve a second failed marriage. Just wish he'd put more effort into his current marriage and focus equally on family and work."

It was so good to hear your mothers voice. But you did find it strange that she was more concerned about your fathers second marriage. However you were kind of at ease knowing she cared a little about your father. At least she was looking out for him. You sat in your bed, missing her and your baby sister. Reminiscing back to those nights where the three of you would just hang out with each other when you guys didn't want to go out. Your mom would talk about how her day went at work at the office, who was getting a promotion and she would show happiness towards them. Sometimes Aaliyah would share her stories, other nights she wouldn't. If something happened at school, she'd keep to herself and try to work it out on her own. On good days, she'd gossip about boys and girls at her school with you and mom.

How you missed the both of them so much. You played with your black onyx ring with your thumb while thinking about your life in New York. The ring was bought as a gift last night by Jimin before coming home from work. You liked the color and it would go well with whatever outfit you had. Jimin also wore the same ring and he was so happy because it would signify that you both were dating.

"Mom?" You asked slightly feeling a little shy.

"Yeah?"

"When I go back, can I have a friend come along to visit?"

"A friend? Who?"

You blushed and pursed your lips. She's going to tease me so much about him if I tell her.

"His name is Park Jimin. We live in the same apartment building." You stop briefly and before you continue, your mother cuts in.

"Your friend is a he?" She emphasizes the word 'he'. The way she had asked was also in a teasing, playful manner.

"Yes, mom. He's a guy." You pause for a second then speak again. "Actually he's not just a friend. He's my... boyfriend."

"Ooh, my pouty girl has a boyfriend?"

You groan at the nickname your mother and father used to call you when you were a kid. It's been a while since you've last been called that. Still trying to adjust to it but really hoping you would grow out of it. It wasn't as bad 'silly willy button' or 'sweetom pops'. And it wasn't as cute now as it was then when you were younger.

"Oh mom." You kicked your legs. "Do you really have to call me that? I'm 22 years old not 7."

Your mother laughs over the phone. You couldn't help but crack a small smile.

"I know, I know. But you're always going to be my baby pouty girl. My biggest baby. My first born baby girl."

You face palm yourself while your mother went on. How embarrassing can this get? You may have not enjoyed the nicknames or how she would always call you her biggest baby but you cherished them because one day, she wouldn't call you that again.