2am: Shot out of bed in the dark of night after nightmare involving me being chased around by a ferocious flock of chickens that won't back down. Tough to recount full course of nightmare but awoke in a pool of sweat. Jon was asleep soundly on make-shift mattress on the floor beside me, his face etched a faint smile, he looked so cute, sufficed to put my heart and mind at ease to fall back to sleep.
9am: Awoke from slumber to find twenty-one text messages from Mummy, all of which sent past midnight. She must've been so vexed. Decided to ring her, for the first time in a while. Braced myself for the screaming.
"Mummy? I can explain."
"What is wrong with you? Your Dad..." She was taking the piss.
"I'll just take the phone to the other room, hang on." I said, peering over at Jon who was still asleep. Unplugged the phone, crept quietly into the study room, plugged back in the phone, only to realise Mum hadn't realised I wasn't listening to her talking for the last two minutes.
"... Do you get me?"
"Um... No, I was bringing the phone into the other room, like I said."
"So you didn't hear anything then?"
"No." There was a slight pause.
"I didn't sleep a wink because of this. I don't know how your Dad is going to respond to this. For one thing, it isn't widely acceptable in Singapore to be going out as a couple with a guy, there are so many restrictions to that. And how about your religion? It is against our faith to be romantically-paired with a person of the same gender. Very startling because for so many years, your Dad and I always thought along the way, you'd finally pick a girl up yourself so we never really intruded but this is so unexpected and mildly unbecoming." Her tone marked a constant gradation of terseness and exasperation.
"Mmm..." What was I supposed to say?
"What have you to say?" She pointedly inquired.
"I love Jon, period." Needn't explain to my Mother how to love, I'm an adult, should know how to handle this by now.
"You explain this to Dad yourself," She sighed, "You know what to do, you're grown and mature enough." And she hung up on me. Definitely pissed.
Jon stood at the entrance to the room, could glean from the look on his face that he knew what went down between Mum and I. He wasn't surprised. Turns out he had already told his Mum while we were in London, and he too had an elaborate chat with his Mum about this matter. But his Mum approached the matter more amicably, sometimes wished I had more understanding parents. Guess it is going to take a while for them to accept. Ironically felt proud for taking a stand for personal feelings and opinions, after always acquiescing to others, subtly rejoiced in that prospect. Decided to treat myself to a very sumptuous dinner with Jon.
10pm: Deeeener wyash good, tuh-mee ish happeeey, wallayt nawwt sho.
