The Perfectly Unperfect Love

Chapter 5: A Gift of Hope

It's mom's birthday today. Not much to do and prepare. We only have ourselves for today. No relatives will come. Well basically their children are in schools and I'm not. Don't ask, maybe I'll tell you some other time but I know I gave you a hint.

I greeted mom right after I wake up. Didn't bother brushing my teeth. When I saw her in the kitchen preparing food for breakfast I shouted,

"Happy Birthday Mom!!!" Before I rushed to her and hugged her tight and kiss her.

I'm a touchy person meaning, I express love through hugging or kissing or anything that includes skin.

Going back to present.

I am now in my room reading some stories from Wattpad which is not surprising.

I heard a knock from my door.

"Come in" I said.

"Cy. I want you to see this."

"What mom?"

I saw a bit of sadness in her face. What's going on?

She gave me her phone and saw a familiar name in her messages. It is shocking actually.

It's Kale.

"I think I should go. Return my phone whenever you want honey."

"Yes mom. Thanks."

If you think mom knows about me and Kale well yes, she knows.

Did she agreed to it? No.

Is she okay about it? Well, technically yes because as you can see.

She had some conversations with Kale through phone and personal when I invited Kale to go home with me.

Happy Birthday Mom!!!

That's the first sentence I read. I'm feeling nervous. Why? I really don't know why I feel nervous and unwell whenever Kale is involve in things that I'm into.

He calls my mom "mom" too because he wanted to. They first met in my apartment when Kale lived there. They got along easy because Kale is a really nice guy adding mom is not bad at all. He felt comfortable with mom, I think, that's why he decided to call my mother his. My mom didn't complain about it so it's not an issue really.

And also, before I left Kale's place. I reminded him of mom's birthday that's why he knows it. But I didn't expect him to greet my mom really because I remember the last time. I just convinced him to greet his mom a Happy Birthday and it took me one whole day to make him do it.

The only present I could give you today, in your special day is your son. I let him go home because things aren't working great between us. I just needed some time and space to think. I want to find myself first and complete the real me. And if one day I succeeded doing these things. Please let me have your son's hand and let him be my husband because I really love him so much. I will be back but I don't know when. And please take care of my baby while I'm gone.

I smiled. I felt a drop of tear on my hand. I started crying.

There's hope. I think. Of having him back.

It's impossible for weeks now. But it is possible now because of this message.

There's hope.

"Are you okay son?"

I didn't notice mom entering my room.

I smiled and nodded.

"Oh honey come here."

I went to her and hug her so tight. I'm crying. She rubs my back for me to feel comfortable.

"Your dad and I don't agree with this Cy, you know that."

I nodded.

"But we can't stop the both of your from loving each other."

I look at mom with teary eyes.

"But son."

"Hmm." I responded.

"What happened? Can you tell me the truth?"

I look at her and half smiled.

"It's okay if you can't say it now."

"I'm sorry mom."

The hug ended.

"Be out at 5pm or you'll miss the party I prepared for the three of us."

"Yes mom. Thanks."

She walked out of the room and closed the door.

I realized.

How can a single message change my whole emotion in one snap?