Real

My Enemy

Dedicated to you who feels involved.
You know yourself.(sensei)
It's part of being honest.
I'm trying my best.

^_^
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It all started on one day just a normal day. I was sitting on the couch in the living area, using my iPad and the lady in my life came in. I'm talking about my mom.

Mom: Mika what are you doing?
Me: Ohh well, good afternoon momma.(greetings first)
Mom: Yes good afternoon... What have you been doing? Didn't I tell you to do the laundry today?

Really? She said that. I mentally asked myself.

Me: I was here just gaming.
Mom: You sure? I can see you do more than just that.

I'm glad she dropped that laundry thing.

Me: Ok. Chatting in the game also.
Mom: Who are you chatting with?
Me: Different people. Uhh. S-strangers! Yea strangers that I met here.

That doesn't sound so well.

Mom: I thought you hate chatting and you hate strangers.

She said while cocking a brow at me.

Me: Yah I do. Do you have a problem with that?
Mom: Mikasa, do you think you are safe?

Where did that come from? Man, I don't like where this long talk is going...

Me: Momma, what are talking about? And I'm not saying I don't understand.

She came in closer to inspect what I was actually doing.
I quickly changed the page I was in to something else. The news.

Mom: To how many people have you sold your identity to?
Me: Uhh! What?
Mom: Don't what me. You said you understand.

Ish! What did I get myself into? No wonder she took my phone.

Me: Well...

I was hesitating

Mom: You going to tell me or do I have to take the iPad?

Holy mother pearl. No way mom. No way.
I give out a sigh.

Me: Momma...M-my...ugh my identity is for free.

I don't know why I said that. I mentally blame myself.

Mom: Look, do you know the story about the two Austrian girls that were...let me say taken by ISIS?
Me: Uh...yah yah!

From laundry to chatting to safety to ISIS now?!

Me: I read about it in the newspaper.
Mom: Ohh. So you don't know the whole story?
Me: Yes I guess. In the newspaper it was just a short briefing of the whole thing.

I looked away from her direction.
Please don't talk about it. Please don't talk about it. I silently prayed in my mind. Keeping my fingers crossed, in my mind.

Me: Momma my phone and my passport. It's about time you give them back.

I'm trying to change the topic there.
She's been withholding my passport for almost three freaking damn long years now.

Mom: What do you need them for?
Me: Huh! Mom uhh there like mine so my possessions and I want them back. At least the passport.

I said the last sentence in a whining tone.
I look at her and she seems to be concluding something in her head.
She's gonna bring out the big bomb!